This river is as green as blue in spring. -Bai Juyi
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet.
Shi's Chunjiang Xiaojing (I)
Green bamboo is sparse, and a few peach blossoms are hidden. Once a river appears, ducks will feel warm at first.
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
Tian Xiao Jie Yurun Su Ru
I dreamed that your mountain and autumn pond were raining all night.
The sun came out in the east and it rained in the west.
It rained thinly last night and the wind was strong.
Lying in the middle of the night, I listened to the wind and rain
On the bustling stranger, the spring breeze on both sides of the strait is a faint catkin; In the lonely boudoir, pear blossoms are sparse after a night of rain.
The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow.
The rain was gurgling outside the curtain, and Luozhou was impatient with the cold of five people and insatiable.
The mountain is empty and the rain is strange.
It's already dusk, and it's getting stormier.
At night, it rained on the leaves of buttonwood, and the leaves were leaving.
How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
You asked Qiuchi in the late rain before the date of returning home. Why do you want to cut the candles at the west window together, but talk about the late rain?
It's raining like crisp grass, but it's far away.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
Drizzle breeze shore
How they watched the leaves leave the buttonwood tree in the autumn rain.
The big strings rattle, just like the sudden rain.
Rain fell on the pear flower, urging me to close the door.
Platanus acerifolia dripped and dripped at dusk.
Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
In the spring rain, people can't cross the bridge, but the boat supports the shade!
Raindrops illuminate the yellow leaves, and lights illuminate my white hair.
On the tower at the end of this town, the wilderness began, and our desire reached as far as the ocean or the sky.
The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
We can't see anything beyond 300 miles, except vague Woods and mountains, and there are nine rivers winding in our stomachs.
This is where they sent us, this place with tattoos, even without letters, to keep us in touch with home.
-Han Yu's "Climbing Liuzhou Tower and Sending May to Seal Four States"
Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallow in the breeze.
People wake up at dusk, and it is raining all over the sky.
He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking.
Cloud cracks are blowing towards Dahuashan, and a shower is passing through the central ridge.
Wushan is high and Wushan is low. It was raining at dusk, and Lang didn't return.
Dong Sheng rises and falls in the west, but Tao is ruthless but affectionate.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Flowers flying freely are as light as dreams. The endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow.
Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.
Break ground and fall rain.
Just because I misunderstood Lin Hejing, I challenged the poet to say today.
The wind is floating and the rain is falling. As Chen Tuan, I can't sleep.
It's cloudy and rainy, and chickens crow constantly.
We met an old friend in another country after a long drought.
Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
The leaves are dry and rainy in Chuyang, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus blow at one stroke.
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the Six Dynasties are like a dream.
Being a poet, I rode a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle.
Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow.
Regardless of the misty rain, I will hate Jiangnan.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.