The river is raining heavily and the river is full of grass

The mountains are empty and the rain is strange

The rain is about to come and the wind is filling the building

After the rain, the sky is full Qingyun loses her virginity

But talk about the rainy night in Bashan

Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain

Heavy rain falls on the quiet swallows

White rain makes random beads Jump into the boat

Good rain knows the season

The sound of wind and rain at night

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

The Fallen Flower Man Independent, the two swift swallows fly together.

Seven or eight stars are outside, and two or three o'clock rain is in front of the mountain.

The cold rain flows across the river into Wu at night, and I see off the guests in Chushan alone in the bright light.

The clouds are green and ready to rain, and the water is sluggish and smoke

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, even if it is sunny, there will still be sunshine

A mist and rain will last a lifetime

There is no wind or rain or sunshine

The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside.

On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.

I was so angry that I leaned against the railing and the misty rain stopped.

It was already dusk and I was sad alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to go home in the slanting wind and drizzle

The red building faces each other across the rain, the cold beads and foil floating lanterns go home alone

A night in the small building Listening to the spring rain in the deep alleys, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty

You asked about the return date, but the night rain in Bashan swelled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

In the morning rain in Weicheng, the dust is clear, and the guest house is green and the willows are new

In the past, I went there, and the willows clung to me; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling

Xi Xixi The valley wind brings clouds and rain

I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier comes to my dream

The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not close

Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty

In late autumn, thousands of families are covered with rain, and the sunset on the balcony is full of flute wind

The water is clear and the mountains are empty. The rain is also strange

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.

Poppy? Tingyu

Jiang Jie

The young man listens to Yuge upstairs,

The red candle dims the tent.

A man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat,

The vast clouds in the river are low and the wild geese are calling the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut,

There are stars on my temples.

Sorrows, joys and sorrows are always ruthless,

One step at a time until dawn.

The only thing I won’t forget now is the evening mist and the spring rain crossing the maple bridge.

The rain is strong and the wind is good and evil, but don’t be tired of the thatched cottage being low.

After the rain, the grass is fragrant and the sun is setting. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallows are fragrant.

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, many towers were in the mist and rain.

Last night it was windy and rainy. Heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green manure and red skin.

The sycamore tree is also drizzled, and it rains bit by bit at dusk. This time, how can one, the word "sorrow" be so good?

The sycamore tree, the rain in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to be separated from your love, you will suffer. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.

The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it. .

Winter thunder bursts, summer rain (Yinyu, the word is this) snow

Rain and wind blow wildly at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn.

Happy spring is gone, and it will rain at some time.

I can’t make up my mind all day long, crying like rain.

Drop the curtains, and the two swallows return in the drizzle.

In the yellow plum season, it rains every house, and there are frogs everywhere in the green grass and ponds

The jade face is lonely and the tears are dry, and a pear blossom brings rain in spring

The rain hates the clouds and is sad, Jiangnan is still called Beauty. ——Wang Yucheng's "Red Lips"

Pink butterflies dance across the threshold in pairs, and the curtains are rolled up to let out the rain in the evening.

——Mao Xizhen's "Qing Ping Le"

Yulin Ling

The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the place of nostalgia and the orchid boat urge the hair.

Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

If you ask me how much leisure time I have. Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plum yellow Shiyu. .

The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches

The spring is full of beauty, and everything is shining ------- ---An ancient Chinese Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing"

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors--------"Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of Tang Dynasty

The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water"

Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. -----------"Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

It is easy to recognize the east wind, and spring is always bright and colorful----Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty "Spring Day"

The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling. ---------- "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty

Chaos The flowers gradually become more charming, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. ――――Bai Juyi 〈〈Spring Tour in Qiantang Lake〉〉

The moonrise scares the birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ―――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"

The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. ――――Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"

An ancient poem describing summer

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red ―――Yang Wanli's "Dawn Emerges Quietly" Farewell to Lin Zifang from Ci Temple"

It rains every house during the Huangmei season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds----"A Visitor" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty

Why do you need to regret that Fang Fei has gone away? The summer trees are so gloomy that they are pleasant ----------- Song Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on a Dark Sun in March"

The red and purple colors have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo is a new sign of summer --- ------ "Early Summer Quatrains" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Ancient poems describing autumn and famous lines describing autumn

The setting clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water lasts for a long time One Color--------"Farewell Preface to the Knee King Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty

The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with sunset--------- ----"Ambition" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty

The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, for which we can enjoy the high-rise buildings----"Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Tower Farewell Book" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Uncle Yun"

The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house---------"Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Red The autumn light of the candle paints the screen coldly, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down and watch the Altair and Vega ----- "Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

Blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors Continuous waves, cold smoke and green on the waves ----------- "Su Muzhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty

Ancient poems describing winter and famous lines describing winter

Suddenly, a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed----------Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sending Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

Sprinkling salt in the air can make a difference, not like catkins caused by the wind Starting----------Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty, "Couplet of Ode to Snow"

The snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain were as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another----------Li Bai of Tang Dynasty, " "North Wind Travel"

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

-------- "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

Who would cut and carve thousands of piles of snow from the flat ground to create this continuous ceiling -------- "Li Hua Er" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "First"

When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches---------"Dui Xue" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty

Describe the "moon" Poems

A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. ----Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon"

The moonlight is shining brightly in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown.----Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts"

Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting"

The bright moon was frightened by magpies, and the cicadas were chirping in the breeze in the middle of the night. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

The moon shines brightly in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty closes, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. ——Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou"

The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again? ——Wang Anshi's "Moored Boat Guazhou"

The moon is falling. The sky is filled with cry of frost, Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy.——Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on Maple Bridge"

The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world ***At this time——Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan"

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people. --- Meng Haoran's "Staying on the Jiande River"

Looking at the mirror at dawn but worried about the clouds on the temples, singing at night and feeling the cold moonlight --- Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

Poems about friendship

There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. --------Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"

I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west. ——Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. ——Li Bai "Send Meng Haoran to Guangling"

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love. ――――Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"

Mo Chou has no friends in the future, and no one in the world knows you. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"

Poems with "birds"

Thousands of mountains and mountains are no longer covered with birds, and thousands of people are gone. ――――Liu Zongyuan's "Snow on the River"

I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. ――― Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

The moonrise scares the birds, and the spring calls are heard all the time. In the stream. ――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream"

The mountain air is getting better day by day, and the birds are returning. ―――Tao Yuanming's "Drinking"

The flowers splash with tears when I feel sad, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. ――――Du Fu's "Spring Outlook"

Strata of clouds grow in the chest, and returning birds enter the canthus. ――――Du Fu's "Wang Yue"

Poems with "Rain"

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. ――Zhang Zhihe, " "Fisher's Song"

The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. ――――Monk Zhinan's "Quatrains"

The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new. ――――Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

In the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties, there are many towers in the mist and rain. ――――Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"

I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. ―――――Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ――――Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, two or three points of rain are falling in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

The sound of wind and rain at night is known by the falling flowers. How many. ――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -----Du Mu's "Qingming"

The clear water is beautiful when the water is bright, and the mountains are empty and rainy, which is also strange. ――――Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later the Rain on the Lake"

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating in the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain is hitting the rafts――――Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

With " A poem with the word "mountain"

The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. ――――― Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

Going thousands of miles to join the army, you will pass through mountains and rivers like flying.

―――――Mulan Poetry‖

To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is flat at first and the clouds are low at the feet. ――――Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. ――――Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains. ——Li Bai's "Early Departure from Baidi City"

But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"

The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Climbing the Stork Tower"

Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. ——Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"

There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers. ——Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village"

You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains. ―――――Du Fu's "Wang Yue"

Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan Mountain. ―――――Tao Yuanming's "Drinking"

Poems with "flowers"

My clothes are wet with apricot blossom rain, and my face is not cold with the willow wind------- - Zhinan Monk lt; quatrains gt;

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red ---------- Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple"

The fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good year, and listens to the sound of frogs-----------Xin Qiji's "Moon over the West River"

Children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into the cauliflower nowhere. Looking for - Song Dynasty - Yang Wanli "Xugong Store, Suxin City"