1. Two consecutive poems related to rain and containing philosophy

Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. - Zhang Zhihe " "Yu Ge Zi" The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.

————- Monk Zhinan's "Quequatrains" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and willows are new. ―――Wang Wei's "Sending the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" There are many towers in the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties 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 outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and how many flowers have fallen. ——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" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei : "Mountain Residence in Autumn") There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") The cold rain is falling on the river at night, and I see off the guests in the Chushan Mountain in the clear day————(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"). 2. Chunyu's poems are philosophical

If you ask about leisure time, how much is it? Yichuan Tobacco fills the city. Plums and yellow rain

Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches

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

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

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

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

Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep. Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Du Fu's "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night"

The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Presented to the Ministry of Water, Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" 3. Poems about rain, famous quotes, rain in all seasons

The rain in the river is overwhelming, the grass in the river is full of mountains, the sky is empty, the rain is strange, the rain is about to come, the wind is full After the rain in the building, the blue clouds broke my virginity. It rained in Bashan at night. I lay down late at night and listened to the wind blowing. The heavy rain fell. The white raindrops fell into the sky. The raindrops jumped into the boat. Good rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. During the Qingming season, the rain falls one after another. People on the road want to lose their souls. The fallen flower man is independent. The light swift swallows fly together. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three o'clock rain falls in front of the mountain. The cold rain comes across the river at night, and I see off my guests in Chushan at dawn. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is sluggish. The sun rises in the east, and it rains in the west. It is sunny, but there is sunshine and mist and rain. There is no wind and rain in my life, and there is no clear and chilly weather.

Facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. The dancing pavilion is always swept away by the wind, and the rain is blown away by the wind. Angry and angry, I leaned against the railing and the rain stopped. It was already dusk and I was sad alone, with more wind and rain.

Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle, no need to return to the red building, looking at each other across the rain, cold beads and foil floating lanterns, returning alone to the small building, listening to the spring rain in the deep alley, selling apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. I asked if the return date is yet to come. , the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

Weicheng is clean and dusty in the morning rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. In the past, I went there, and the willows lingered; now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling, and I am accustomed to the valley wind. It is overcast and rainy at night. I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse The glacier falls into my dream. The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp. The grass is far away and there are no small buildings nearby. I listen to the spring rain all night. The apricot blossoms are sold in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty and the late autumn curtains are curtained by thousands of families. The sunset is a flute on the balcony. The wind is shining. The light is clear. The mountains are empty. The rain is also strange, with green bamboo hats and green coir raincoats. The slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Poppy? Listening to the Rain by Jiang Jie A young man listens to Yu's song upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles.

When a young man listens to the rain in his boat, the clouds in the river are low and the wild geese call in the west wind. Now, listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, there are already stars on his temples.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, dripping from day to day. The only thing I won't forget now is the mist of dusk 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 swallow mud is fragrant.

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers 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, red sycamores, and drizzle, bit by bit at dusk.

This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so obvious in the sycamore tree, it rains in the middle of the night. If you don't know how to leave love, you will suffer.

One leaf, one sound, the air drips into the sky. The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.

My clothes are wet from the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. . Bursts of winter thunder, summer rain (Yinyu, the word is this), snow, rain and wind, it is the evening of March, the door is closed 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. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.

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

The curtains are lowered, and the swallows return in the drizzle.

During the yellow plum season, it rains every house. There are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond. The jade face is lonely and full of tears. A pear blossom brings rain in spring. The rain hates the clouds and is sad. Jiangnan is still called a 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" Yu Linling and 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 orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, and the mist sinks into the sky. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have been saddened by parting, and even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival.

Where will I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. This passing year should be a time of good times and good scenery.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell them about them? If you ask about leisure time, how much is it?

Yichuan Tobacco is everywhere in the city. Plum yellow Shiyu.

. The wind and rain send spring back, and the flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches in spring, and all things are shining brightly----------ancient poems of Han Dynasty Yuefu "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors - "Ode to the Willows" by Tang He Zhizhang. The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but not close. The most beneficial thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water" A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

-----------Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with a thousand colors----Zhu Xi, Song Dynasty "Spring Day" The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling. ---------- "Quequatu" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horseshoes. ―――Bai Juyi "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" When the moon rises, birds startle the mountains and 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 "Xijian of Chuzhou" An ancient poem describing summer. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are particularly red――――Yang Wanli's "Walking off from Jingci Temple to see off Lin Zifang at dawn" During the Huangmei season, it rains every house, and there are green grass and ponds everywhere. Frog---------- Zhao Shixiu, Song Dynasty, "Invitation" There is no need to regret that Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant----------- Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Odd Titles on a Dark Day in March" The reds and purples have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoos makes summer new ----- Song Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains" An ancient poem and a famous line describing autumn. The falling clouds and solitary swans fly together, the autumn water is the longest The sky is one color--------Tang·Wang Bo's "Farewell Preface to the Knee King Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only covered with the setting sun--------Tang· Wang Ji's "Ambition" A long wind blows thousands of miles away to send the autumn geese, for which I can enjoy the high-rise building -------- Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty "Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou" The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up my house Triple Thatch --------- "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The cold autumn light of red candles paints the screen, and the light fan blows at the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I lie down to watch the Altair and Vega---- - "Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors in waves, cold smoke and green on the waves ----------- "Su Muzhe" by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty, ancient poems describing winter and describing winter The famous line suddenly comes like a spring breeze overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom ---------Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" The difference in the air can be predicted by spreading salt, not like catkins blowing up in the wind---- -----Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty, "Couplet of Ode to Snow" The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another -----Li Bai of Tang Dynasty, "Traveling to the North Wind" Birds are flying over thousands of mountains, and people are everywhere. Traces disappear.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. -------- "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty Who cut and carved thousands of piles of snow on the ground to create this continuous ceiling -------- "Two Poems of Li Hua" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty Six flying flowers entered the house At that time, I sat and watched the green bamboos turn into lofty branches --------- Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty, "Dui Xue" A poem describing the "moon" A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.

Raise your glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people. ----Li Bai's "Drinking Alone under the Moon" There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, 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" Silently, I go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook—— ——Li Yu's "Happy Meeting" The bright moon leaves the branches startled, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night.

——Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty passed, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress" Everyone has it. 4. Poems about rain

Happy Rain on a Spring Night

Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the fire on the river boats is only bright.

Looking at the red and wet places at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

This is a masterpiece depicting a rainy scene on a spring night and expressing joy.

Use the word "good" to praise "rain" at the beginning. In life, "good" is often used to praise those who do good things. Nowadays, praising rain with "good" has evoked associations with people who do good things. Next, the rain is personified, saying that it "knows the season" and knows how to meet objective needs.

Isn't it? Spring is the season when all things sprout and grow. When it needs rain, it starts to rain. Look how "good" it is!

The second couplet further expresses the "goodness" of rain. The reason why rain is "good" is that it is timely and "moistens things". The rain in spring is usually accompanied by gentle breeze and gently moisturizes all things. However there are exceptions. Sometimes, it will be accompanied by cold winds and change from rain to snow. Sometimes it rains violently, accompanied by strong winds. Although this kind of rain falls in spring, it is not a typical spring rain. It will only damage things but not "moisten them". Naturally, it will not make people "happy" and it is impossible to get "good" reviews. Therefore, the "knowing the season" in the first couplet alone is not enough to fully express the "goodness" of rain. When the second couplet wrote the typical spring rain accompanied by gentle drizzle, the word "good" was finally implemented.

"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." This still uses anthropomorphic techniques. The combination of "diving into the night" and "silent" not only indicates that the rain is the drizzle accompanying the gentle wind, but also indicates that the rain intends to "moisten things" and has no intention of "please". If you want to be "good", it will come during the day and create a little momentum so that people can see and hear it clearly. Only because it intends to "moisten things" and has no intention of seeking "good things" does it choose a time that does not hinder people's work and labor to come quietly, silently and carefully at night when people are sleeping soundly.

Since the rain is so "good", I hope it rains enough and lasts all night. If it only rains for a while and then the clouds clear and the sky clears, then the "moistening" of things will be very incomplete. The poet grasped this and wrote the third couplet. On a less gloomy night, the path is easier to see than the fields, and the river is easier to distinguish than the shore. What about now? Looking around, "the wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the lights on the river boats are bright." Only the lights on the boats are bright. In addition, even the river surface cannot be seen, the path cannot be discerned clearly, the sky is full of dark clouds, and the ground is as dark as clouds. OK! It looks like it will definitely rain until dawn.

The last couplet describes an imaginary situation. When such "good rain" falls for one night, all things will be moistened and prosperous. One of the flowers of all things, the flower that best represents the beauty of spring, it blooms with rain and is so red. Wait until early tomorrow morning to check it out! The entire Jinguan City (Chengdu) is full of mixed peanut trees, which are "red and wet". Each one is bright red and heavy, forming a sea of ??flowers. So, what about the seedlings in the field? What about the woods on the mountain? What about everything?

The creative background and ideological content of "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night": This poem was written in the spring of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty (761). At this time, Du Fu came to Sichuan and settled in Chengdu for two years due to drought in Shaanxi. He personally farmed, planted vegetables and flowers, and interacted with farmers, so he had a deep affection for the spring rain. He wrote this poem to describe the beauty of the spring night rainfall and moisturizing all things, and to express the poet's joy.