1. Asking for famous quotes about rain

Let her do it. Late to Changting!

The rain is just like the floating clouds

The chilling cicadas are miserable.

If there is rain outside the window at this time, it is raining in the west, and the showers are beginning to stop

The sunrise in the east will make the storm more violent, the white waves are rolling into the sky, my mother is getting married!

The leak in the house happened to be caused by the continuous rain

·The leak in the house was hit by the continuous rain again, and the boat was slow to catch the wind

·Qingqian refused to go and only waited for the rain to hit his head

·Don’t dig a well when you are thirsty, it is better to dig a well before it rains

·The pen falls in the storm and the rain

·The drizzle falls into a river!

Spring rain is as precious as oil

When the heavy rain falls on the swallow, I have an excuse to miss you...

It is going to rain 2. Poems about rain, famous people Famous quote, Rain in Four Seasons

The rain in the river is heavy, the grass in the river, the mountains are empty, the rain is strange, the rain is about to come, the wind is coming, the building is full, the rain is passing, the sky is blue, the clouds are broken, but the virginity is broken, Bashan is raining at night, lying down at night, listening to the wind and rain, heavy rain Falling swallows, white raindrops, jump into the boat. The good rain knows the season. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. During the Qingming Festival, the rain falls one after another. Travelers on the road want to lose their souls. The falling flower people are independent, and the light and swift swallows fly together. Seven or eight stars are outside, two or three rains in front of the mountains. The cold rain is flowing across the river. Entering Wu at night, I see off my guests in Chushangu at dawn. The clouds are green and ready for rain, and the water is smoky. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It is sunny but there is a raindrop, and there is no wind or rain in my life. There is no clear and chilly cicada.

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. 3. Poems about rain

1. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn————(Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")

2. Mountain Road There is no rain in the Yuan Dynasty, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")

3. The cold rain falls on the river at night, and I go to Wu in the morning, and I see off the guests in Chushan alone in the morning————(Wang Changling : "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")

4. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. - Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"

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

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

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

8. 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"

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

10. Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three raindrops in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

11. The sound of wind and rain at night , how many flowers have fallen. ――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

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

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

14. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs and the rain beats them ――――Wen Tianxiang "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

15. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. It may be sunny but sometimes it will be sunny.

16. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, even more windy and rainy.

17. The chilling cicada is miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside.

18. The only thing we should never forget is the farewell. The dusk mist and the spring rain cross the maple bridge.

There are many poems about rain, so I won’t list them here.

4. Famous prose or poems about rain

Ghost Rain Author: Yu Guangzhong——But the rain is fall of ghosts tonight Edna st. Vincenet millay 1 "Is Mr. Yu Guangzhong at home? Oh, you are Mr. Yu Is this the pediatric ward of National Taiwan University Hospital?

Let me tell you, your baby is not in good condition. The doctor said that he is in a very dangerous condition... What? Just know that. "Hello, Mr. Yu? I'm telling you, that kid is not good anymore. I hope you come to the hospital right away... There are already black spots on his body, and the doctor said it is really dangerous... If you don't come, I'm afraid... ..." "This is the pediatric ward, I am Dr. Huang... Yes, your child has... It is half past twelve. We have tried to give first aid, but... it is a cerebral hemorrhage, and there is nothing we can do.

We took oxytetracycline last night, and your father is staying here today... What? Are you here to go through the formalities? 2. "Today we are going to read an elegy by Shakespeare, Fear No More." Selected Poems, page 53.

This is an elegy taken from Shakespeare's late work Cymbeline. It is said that Tennyson read it before he died. , is Cymbeline. This poem sings about the troubles of life, the tranquility of death, the impermanence of life, and the certainty of death.

It sings about the omnipresence and omnipresence of death (death is there. Your wealth). The first three paragraphs are contemplative, and they generally talk about the omnipresence and omnipotence of death. The last paragraph is directly to the deceased, like chanting a mantra, a bit like "lonely souls and wild ghosts, please do not offend each other, how sad it is!" 'The taste.

After reading this, chant loudly, like the Taoist chanting to transcend the souls of the dead. Now, listen to me read: No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear. thee! Nothing ill come near thee! "If you are afraid of ghosts when you walk at night, you might as well read this poem by Old Man Sha to strengthen your courage.

There's nothing funny about this. In another thirty years, maybe you will appreciate this poem more.

Now let’s start from the beginning. The first paragraph says that after you die, you no longer have to fear the poisonous flames of the sun, nor the severe cold of winter (the child's pain is over).

Even if you are a golden child, Aothony Perkins or Sandra Dee, you will inevitably embrace the dirt like a chimney sweep. Oh, there's really nothing funny about this.

Less than half a century. All the people in this classroom turned into a pile of bones, a handful of black hair, and a piece of green phosphorescence (the child stopped breathing for three days, just three days).

Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said it so horribly, but, it is what it is (I just got back from the eloquent morgue). Youth flows gurgling from your fingers, so expensive, so sweet youth (that kind of plant cannot grow on the stone face of the morgue)! Youth is not ivy that you wear on your hand like a ring.

When you are older, maybe you will hold on tighter, but then you will only hold on to some gout and diabetes, some soured memories. Even if we weave a head full of white hair into a fishing net, we can't catch anything... "As soon as we come here, we tie knots one after another, but we tie and untie them, tie them again, until we die. The edge.

In the womb, we are tied to the mother. But the nurse’s scissors are in front, and the scissors of death are behind (the child’s umbilical cord has been untied and the mother will never be seen again).

Then we were busy weaving the web of love, and then we discovered that the mermaid in the myth is just a myth, love is water, and no matter how dense the web is, it cannot catch a drop of blue... "In this world, many souls are busy coming. , many souls are busy going. Those who come have no names, and those who go may not be able to leave their names.

It’s not easy to leave a name, but it’s even harder to leave an adjective like Shakespearean. I'll come.

See you. I conquer.

Then death overcame me. (The child, the child who had not yet opened his eyes, saw nothing.) At this time, the dark atmosphere of death was very thick.

Pauline please close the window. What a cold wind! This seems to be his good year.

A modern poet (where he goes does not matter ancient or modern times). A lonely minister of the last generation (spring grass is green every year, kings and grandsons never return).

An archaeologist (who soon became the subject of archaeology). "Shakespeare is most afraid of death.

Of the more than 150 sonnets, not one of them does not mention death, and not one of them is not comforting himself. After all, his blue ink dilutes the feeling of death. black.

But he was still afraid of death, so afraid that he wrote poems to curse the people who violated his bones. Death is the only option in all the hardships of the ages. People who talk about eternity are the most afraid of death.

There is no great genius who is not afraid of death. The more talented you are, the more passionate you are about living, and the more afraid you are of losing it.

Thinking about death in its shadow, like Shakespeare. Li He is like this.

The same goes for Keats and Dylan Thomas. Ah, I interrupted again... Any questions? Why is it already the end of get out of class? Sea nymphs hourly ring hisknell... (Why is it already the end of get out of class?) "Goodbye, Jiang Ling, goodbye, Carmen, goodbye, Pearl (Those are pearls that were his eyes).

Why can't it rain? Stop? Thanks for the umbrella, I have the raincoat. His death knell. His little coffin.

His little hand. . Holding tightly, but holding nothing, Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.) Goodbye, Jiang Ling

Goodbye, girls! "Sannanshan is so sad, ghost." Rain sprinkles empty grass. Rain is falling on the sea.

The rain is falling on the grassy slopes here. The rain is falling on Guanyin Mountain on the other side.

The rain's hand is small, the wind's handkerchief is even smaller, and the small coffin under my arm is even smaller. The smaller one is the hand in the coffin.

Holding so tightly, but holding nothing, except three rainy nights and rainy days. Tidal sky and wetland.

There is only a raincoat between the universe and me. Rain falls on the grassy slope.

The rain falls in the sea over there. Poseidon sounds his knell every hour.

"The road is too slippery. Just bury it here."

"No. No way.

How can you bury it on the roadside?" "It's so fast. We're at the top of the mountain, find a corner nearby. "

"Nonsense! Isn't this the cornerstone you're stepping on?" "Damn it! ! There is no open space."

"This is a mass grave. Okay, there is four feet of open space here. What do you think? Do you want me to help you? 5. Find 10 poems related to rain

Lonely in the boudoir, I feel a thousand strands of sadness in my heart. When spring comes, it will rain.

Leaning all over the railings, I am just emotionless. Wherever I am, there are grasses all over the sky, and I can’t see my way back. ——Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao’s "Dian Crimson Lips"

The rain and wind were blowing last night, and the heavy sleep could not eliminate the lingering wine. . Look at the person behind the curtain, but the crabapple is still there. Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. - Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Loneliness in the deep boudoir, full of sadness." When spring comes, flowers will rain at some time.

Leaning against the wind, there is no emotion. Wherever the people are, the sky is full of grass, and I can’t see the way back. ——Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty.

Last night, the rain was strong and the wine was not washed away. But the begonias were still there. Did you know? - Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Ru Meng Ling". p>

1. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. "Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn")

2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn has come (Wang Wei, "Autumn Borer in the Mountain").

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

4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. "In the Mountains")

5. Green bamboo hats, green coir raincoats, no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle (Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi")

6. Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain. , Iron Horses and Glacier People Dream of Coming (Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th")

7. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and people on the road want to die (Du Mu's "Qingming")

< p> 8. It is a cold rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guest in Chushan in the bright light (Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower")

9. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest houses are green and green. (Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")

10. The clear water is beautiful, and the mountain scenery is also strange when it is clear and rainy (Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake after the First Sunny") 6. What are the poems about rainy days

1. Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty: A branch of mottled bamboo sheds a thousand tears, and the misty rain in the Xiangjiang River does not know spring. 2. Lu Zhi of the Yuan Dynasty: When spring comes in the south, the flowers are like embroidery, and the water of the West Lake is like oil after the rain.

3. Chen Yuyi of the Song Dynasty: Haishang does not hesitate to be rouge-colored, standing alone in the drizzle. 4. Couplet of Tiantong Temple in Ningbo: The dense place of flowers and willows can be used to find the means; it is the heel that can stand firm when the wind is fierce and rainy. 5. Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty: The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain is rolling in the rain on the west mountain at dusk. 6. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty: The wind and rain hit the garden at dusk, and the remaining chrysanthemums are scattered all over the ground. 7. Randolph: The happy raindrops are like the shining dewdrops in the morning, dropping pearls into the hearts of flowers.

8. Yun Ge of the Qing Dynasty: It has been raining deep in the mountains all night, and there is not much spring. At dawn, I can see the grass on the island, and it is as green as the waves in Dongting. 9. Qu Dajun of the Qing Dynasty: Falling flowers have tears due to wind and rain, and birds have ruthlessly cried since ancient times.

10. Zhang Lai of the Song Dynasty: At dusk, the north wind blows away the rain, and several thin peaks emerge from the clouds. /z/q703224521.htm. 7. Poems about after the rain

The cold rain is coming across the river at night, and I am visiting Wu in the night, and I am seeing off my guests in Chushan in the clear day. Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower"

The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel is orchestrating itself. "Wind and Rain" by Li Shangyin

The moss and mangroves at the foot of the stairs are scattered in the rain and the moon is sad. "Duanju" by Li Shangyin

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn is coming. Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence in Autumn"

There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three drops of rain in front of the mountain. Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

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

The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. Li Shangyin's "Staying in the Luo Family Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun"

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs. "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" by Wen Tianxiang

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. Wang Wei's "In the Mountains"

The clear water is beautiful when the water shines brightly, but the mountains are also strange when they are empty and covered with rain. Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and the Later Rain on the Lake"

The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents to Zhang, the Eighteen-Yuan Wailang of the Ministry of Water"

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

Xintan Mo realizes the tourists' intentions, and the sound of rain at night can be heard from the wind eaves. Li Shangyin "February 2nd"

Stars sinking to the bottom of the sea can be seen from the window, and rain is crossing the river source from across the seat. Li Shangyin's "Three Poems on Bicheng" (Part 1)

Don't ask about the old guests in Liangyuan. Maoling is suffering from the autumn rain. Li Shangyin "Send to Linghu Langzhong"

The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen. "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran

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

The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind from the willows blows on your face without chilling it. "Quequatrains" by Monk Zhinan

The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow. Qin Guan's "Huanxisha·Momo Qinghan goes up to the small building"

The drunken guests in the seats are slowly waking up, and the clear clouds on the river are mixed with rain clouds. Li Shangyin's "Du Gongbu Leaves the Banquet in Shuzhong" 8. Poems describing heavy rain

1. "Su Xiudaozhong" written by Zeng Ji in the Song Dynasty: One night the scorching sun turns to rain, and the dream returns to the coolness of the clothes. I don’t have to worry about leaky houses and wet beds, and I love streams with deep banks. The rice flowers thousands of miles away should be beautiful, and the tung leaves at the fifth watch have the best sound. Even if there is no field, I am still dancing happily, not to mention looking forward to the new year in the field.

Definition: One night, the long-awaited rain suddenly fell from the scorching clear sky; I woke up from my sleep, feeling comfortable and refreshing. I am not worried that the house will leak and my bed will be wet; I am just happy that the streams are filled with rainwater and I no longer have to worry about drought.

I thought that the rice that had drunk enough water on the thousands of miles of plains must be green; so I felt that the rain beating on the phoenix trees in the fifth watch of the day was so beautiful. A person like me who has no fields is happy, not to mention how happy the farmers in the fields are, hoping for a good harvest.

2. "Heavy Rain on May 19th" by Liu Ji of the Ming Dynasty: The wind drove the rain to the high city, and the clouds pressed lightly with the sound of thunder. After the rain, I don’t know where the dragon is. A pond is filled with green grass and thousands of frogs are croaking.

Definition: The strong wind drove the heavy rain to pour on Gaocheng, the dark clouds were thick, and the thunder was rumbling. After a while, the dragon that made the clouds and rain left carrying the thunder and lightning dark clouds. What appeared in front of him was the pond overflowing, the green grass dripping green, and thousands of frogs croaking in unison.

3. "Night Rain Sends to the North" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty: When you asked about your return date, you had not yet arrived, and the night rain in Bashan filled the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

Interpretation: You asked about the return date, but it is difficult to tell the return date accurately. It rained heavily all night in Bashan and the autumn ponds were full. When will I return, I will cut the candles from the west window and tell my face to my face how bad the rain is at night in Bashan.

4. "Lang Tao Sha Ling·Rain Gurgling Outside the Curtain" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties: The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the mood of spring is fading. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. Don't lean on the fence when you are alone. There is no limit to the country. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.

Definition: The gurgling sound of rain came from outside the door curtain, and the rich spring spirit was about to wither. The woven brocade quilt cannot withstand the cold at the fifth watch. Only when you forget that you are a guest in a dream can you enjoy a moment of entertainment.

When the sun sets alone, I lean on the railing on a high building and look into the distance, because thinking about the infinite country I had in the past makes my heart filled with infinite sadness. It is easy to say goodbye to it, but very difficult to see it again. Like the fallen red flowers in the drained river, they return with spring. Comparing the past and present, one is in heaven and the other is on earth.

5. "Poppy Poppy Listening to the Rain" by Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty: A young man listens to the rain song upstairs. The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house. There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.

Definition: When I was young, I listened to the rain in the singing tower, with red candles and light tents under the dim light. When I reach middle age, I am on a small boat in a foreign country, watching the drizzle, the vast river, the thin line between water and sky, and in the west wind, a lone goose that has lost its flock is wailing.

Now, in his old age, with gray hair on his temples, he is alone under the monk's hut, listening to the drizzle of rain. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let's let the light rain fall in front of the steps until dawn. 9. Ancient poems about rainy days

Dai Wangshu. Rain Alley

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long and lonely rain alley,

I hope to meet

A lilac-like

girl with sorrow and resentment.

She has

the same color as lilac,

the same fragrance as lilac,

the same sadness as lilac,

Feeling sad in the rain,

Sad and hesitant;

She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

< p> Like me,

Like me

Walking silently

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently,

As she approached, she cast a

breath-like look

She drifted by

Like a dream,

Like a dream, sad and confused.

Floating like in a dream

In the field of a lilac,

This girl floated by my side;

She moved away silently , far away,

arrived at the dilapidated fence,

walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain,

her color faded,

her fragrance dispersed,

disappeared, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley,

I hope to float by< /p>

A lilac-like girl

A girl with sorrow and resentment.

"Rain Lane" is Dai Wangshu's famous work and early representative work. He once won the nickname "Rain Lane Poet" for this. This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the country was in the grip of the White Terror. Because he had participated in progressive activities, Dai Wangshu had to take refuge in a friend's home in Songjiang. In solitude, he savored the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution, and his heart was filled with confused emotions and hazy hopes. The poem "Rain Alley" is an expression of his mood, which is intertwined with the dual sentiments of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This sentiment was somewhat universal at the time. "Rain Alley" uses symbolic lyrical techniques. The narrow and gloomy rain alley in the poem, the lone walker wandering in the rain alley, and the girl who is as sad as a lilac are all symbolic images. These images together constitute a symbolic artistic conception, which implicitly hints at the author's feelings of confusion, sadness and expectation, and gives people a hazy and profound sense of beauty. Musicality is another outstanding artistic feature of "Rain Lane". The poem uses repetition, refrain, chorus and other techniques to create a looping melody and a melodious sense of music. Therefore, Mr. Ye Shengtao praised this poem as opening a "new era" for the syllables of new Chinese poetry.

In "Rain Lane", the poet created a girl with a lilac-like knot and a sorrowful look. Although this is inspired by some works in ancient poetry. Using lilac knots, or lilac buds, to symbolize people's sorrow is a traditional expression method in ancient Chinese poetry. For example, in Li Shangyin's poem "Gifts on behalf of others", there is a line: "The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze." Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty even put Lilac Knot and Melancholy in the Rain together. He has a song "Huanxi Sand"

Hand-rolled pearls with jade hooks, locking the heavy building with the regret of the previous spring. Who is the master of the wind? Think leisurely!

The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves of San Chu and Mu, they connect to the sky.

In this poem, lilac knots in the rain are used as a symbol of people's sorrow. It is obvious that Dai Wangshu absorbed the artistic conception and method of describing sorrow from these poems and used them to form the artistic conception of "Rain Alley" and image. This kind of absorption and reference is obvious, but can we say that the artistic conception and image of "Rain Alley" are the expansion and dilution of the modern vernacular version of the old poem "Sorrow in the Rain in the Sky"? I don't think you can look at it this way. When constructing the artistic conception and image of "Rain Lane", the poet not only absorbed the juice of his predecessors, but also created his own creation. First, the ancients used the lilac knot itself to symbolize sadness in their poems, and "Rain Alley" imagined a girl with a knot like a lilac knot that was full of sorrow. She has the image of a lilac that disappears in an instant, which is different from the clichés used in classical poetry. It is also very different from other early works written by the poet that are full of old poetry tones, and expresses more of the flavor of the new era.

"Lilacs knotted in the rain, sad in the rain" is not as capable of arousing people's emotions of hope and disillusionment as "the girl with a knot of sorrow like lilacs". In the field of expressing the sorrow of the times, this image is a rare creation. Second, in ancient poetry, lilac knots in the rain use real life scenes to express the poet's emotions. The poet added the creation of his own imagination based on his life experience. It is the product of an artistic imagination that is larger than life.