Han Yu wrote a poem about spring rain: In early spring, Zhang Shiba, a member of the Ministry of Water, was outside. Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han Yuyi

The light rain on the street was as moist as crisp, and the grass was green in the distance. Close but not there.

The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

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Mo Daoguan is busy as the boss, so he has no desire to pursue youth when he is young.

Pingjun first went to the head of the river to see if the willow color was deep enough now.

Extended reading: Other classic poems written by Han Yu

Horse Talk Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han Yu There is Bole in the world, and then there is a thousand-mile horse. A thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not always exist. Therefore, even though there is a thousand-mile horse, it will be carelessly grown and be dead along with others in a stall, never being called as a thousand-mile horse.

A horse that travels a thousand miles can eat as much grain as it can (sù) or a stone (dàn) for one meal (shí). Those who eat (sì) horses do not know that they can travel thousands of miles and eat (sì). Although this horse is capable of running a thousand-mile, it is not full of food, has insufficient strength, and its talent is not visible to the outside world. Moreover, if you want it to be the same as an ordinary horse, how can you expect it to be able to run a thousand-mile?

If the horse is not driven according to the right way, if it is fed (sì) it cannot make full use of its talents, and if it is called but cannot understand its meaning, it will come to it with the policy and say: "There is no horse in the world!" Woohoo! Is there really no horse evil (yé)? In fact, I really don’t know about horses!

Spring Snow Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han Yu There is no youth in the new year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.

The snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.

Pond on the Pond Dynasty: Tang Dynasty|Author: Han Yu There is no wind on the Pond, but the sun is falling, and the poplars are flying after clearing. In order to clear the slender mirror, the moisture will never return.

Sulonggong Beach Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Han Yu The sound of the beach is getting louder and louder as the water is flowing again. The rushing water is like lightning, and the waves are like floating frost. I dreamed that the light made me dizzy, and the remaining rain at night brought me coolness. How could Lian Xiaoyu just talk about hometown?

Other poems describing spring rain:

Farewell to Han Shenqing Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Duan The spring rain bloomed yesterday, and the autumn frost suddenly touched the grass.

Prosperity and decline rush the day and night, and you have to grow old when you go or live.

You look at the Han family, and the high tomb gradually becomes a Taoist.

My son's return is approaching, where will he stay in the pavilion?