1. The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. ——Du Fu

2. Life is full of storms, but where is there no danger? ——Book excerpt

3. Without wind and rain, it cannot grow into a big tree; without being tempered, it is difficult to become steel. ——Lei Feng

4. Alas, slave-like Italy, your journey of sorrow, you alone in the storm without a helmsman, you are no longer the mistress of the provinces, but a brothel! —— "Divine Comedy" 》

5. On that day, the storm will blow down some oak trees, some church towers will collapse, and some palaces will be shaken! ——"Selected Poems of Heine"

6. We can withstand the wind and rain, but not the ordinary; we are in the same boat through thick and thin, and the weather will be fine. —— Zhang Ailing

7. If we cannot stay together in this life, there will be an afterlife and endless lives. This is our unchanging commitment to each other. No matter how painful and difficult the world of mortals is, I will stand and wait for you where we meet. Waiting for you to find me, waiting for you to hold my hand and walk together! We go together through thick and thin, no regrets. . . —— Gu Ya Bingrou

8. Rainbows do not appear after wind and rain, but rainbows must appear after wind and rain. `——Little Brick

9. Who does a good life belong to? Twenty years ago: "Belonging to the new generation of the 1980s"; Fifteen years ago: "The sun is ours"; Ten years ago: "Let us hope that tomorrow will be better!"; Eight years ago: "No experience How can I see a rainbow in the wind and rain?”; now: “It’s dark when I close my eyes.” Newborn calves in 1990 were not afraid of tigers, and no one took people in the 1980s seriously. ——Post-80s

10. The eagle in the sky will never fold its wings due to storms. ——Lenin

11. There is no way to escape the divine arrow from the Lingtai, wind and rain Like a rock in the darkness of my hometown, it means that the cold stars cannot be seen. I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood. ——Lu Xun

12. A man should be like a rock, persevering and unyielding no matter the wind and rain. Defiant, standing proudly - Li Bihua

13. Under the Lion Rock, a flying knife makes a sound, with a few winds and rains, half a lifetime of family love will last forever - Gu Jiahui

14. This in the wind and rain. A little pain is nothing. - Zheng Zhihua

15. I always hope to hold on to some ideas that I don’t want to give up when the storm is coming - Jimmy

16. The sound of wind and rain at night. How many flowers have fallen? - Meng Haoran

17. Looking back to the desolate place, there is no wind or rain or sunshine. - Su Shi

18. The same is true in life. When the storm comes, the environment may change badly, but it can have a clarifying effect, as if a corner of heaven has been brought to the earth. The obstacles should make us sing. The beautiful sound is not produced when it is traveling unimpeded on the ocean, but when it is blown with difficulty through the intertwined pine forests, or when it is blown onto the strings of the "Aeolian" piano, it plays a role in resistance. It is on these occasions that the wind produces powerful and beautiful sounds, freeing your soul to sweep through life's obstacles, through the terrible forest of pain, even the smallest tortures and troubles, and your soul, too, will Will sing its song. ——Mrs. Kaomen

19. Spring is always full of rain and wind. When the wind and rain are clear, the spring is empty. ——Lu You

20. The mountains and rivers are so far away that the fallen flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the people in front of you. ——Yan Shu

21. The fairy trees are unparalleled in the sky, and the jade-faced green moths grow. After reading, my heart is like water. I close the door and feel sad. The window is bright and clean. I am leisurely facing the Tang Dynasty. There is no medicine in the world to stay in the stream. The wind and rain make me cool. , life and death are vast. How can you accompany me, fishing in Xiaoxiang in the late autumn? This year, I am haggard and lonely under the window. The poems and wines are all gone. I forget about the orioles and the willows. , Fighting for faith, let’s stop now. I remember my predecessor, and I am afraid of being here. Even if I sing and drink, I will talk about the old sayings in Kyoto.

23. , The people on the eaves are quiet, the lights on the tent windows are dark, the spring night is windy and rainy, the warblers and the swallows are always silent, but the moonlit night often makes me cry, and I am frightened and lonely, and fly away to the deep branches. It's unbearable to hear, and it's like traveling in a wandering world for the rest of my life. ——Lu You

24. There is fresh frost on the temples, and it is easy to break one's heart in a quiet room. Waiting behind closed doors to live in sorrow, the wind and rain ruined the Double Ninth Festival. —— Lu You

25. The white-headed official is only in prison, and the green light is bright and dark in the north window. At the fifth watch of the night, dreams are thousands of miles away, and half a lifetime is full of worries. Ambition has lost all its golden mail, and I have been tired of wandering in the sky to embrace the black mink fur. Hunting at night in Bating is a joy, but I dare to hate the general for being old and not a good man. —— Lu You

26. The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel is orchestrating itself. ——Li Shangyin

27. If you marry a good woman, you will find a safe haven in the storm; if you marry a bad woman, you will encounter a storm in the harbor. ——Xion

28. Things in the world are like sand on the sea, and there are countless coincidences. Living in sorrow is like a tiger falling into a trap; it is also like living in a ruined house, leaning on it during the day, and then the wind and rain come in the middle of the night, crushing and solidifying the place.

—— Lu You

29. The ghosts and gods of the twelfth lunar month carry the wind and rain, and horses and crossbows fly in the middle of the night. The majestic pen formation follows the world, and the pressure of the Tang Dynasty breaks the hairpin. —— Lu You

30. The house built in middle age ruins the official path. Every stormy night, life is in danger. —— Lu You

31. The bells and drums are not heard in the city, and the isolated village is noisy on a stormy night. But I am sad that the green wine bullies many sick people, and I dare to hate the green lamp and laugh at it without sleeping. The water-cooled inkstone toad is thinly frozen at the beginning, and the fragrant duck is still slightly smokey after the fire. The empty window suddenly reported white in the east, and he turned over the sutras and embroidered them in front of the Buddha. ——Lu You

32. Magpie Bridge Fairy" The people on the thatched eaves are quiet, the lights on the tent windows are dark, and the Spring Festival Gala is windy and rainy. The warblers and swallows in the nest are always silent, but they often sing Du Yu on moonlit nights. It made me cry, and I was so frightened that I could only dream of being alone, and then I picked up the deep branches and flew away. Therefore, it is unbearable to listen to the mountain alone. It has been like this for half a lifetime, and I have been wandering in the air. —— Lu You

33. A cluster of flowers. The fairy Shu is unparalleled in the sky, with jade-faced green moths. After reading in Huang Ting, my heart is like water. I close the red door and feel sad near the silk spring. There is no medicine in the world to keep the light flowing, and the wind and rain make it cool. When we meet, we talk about the old capital, sighing about the tribulation of dust and the vastness of life and death. How about accompanying me, green coops and green bamboo, fishing for Xiaoxiang in the evening of autumn. ——Lu You

34. An Gongzi was in the society at the beginning of the storm. There is a hint of spring in Zigui's voice. The most ruthless thing is that everything is scattered and there is only one rose. What's more, I am haggard and haggard under the quiet window this year. People are all strange, poetry and wine are worthless. Read the scriptures toward the medicine stove and forget about the orioles, windows and willows. Everything is settled. The traces of powder are still on Xiang Luopa. Hating the moon and worrying about the flowers, fighting for faith in the Tao, that’s all for now. Recalling his previous life, he met Zhang Taima. Because it comes by itself, it is forbidden to be afraid of the heart. Even if we sing and drink together, we still talk about the old Kyoto dialect. ——Lu You

35. When the soil accumulates, mountains become the wind and rain; when the water accumulates, the abyss becomes abyss, dragons emerge; when good deeds accumulate, the gods are satisfied with themselves and the holy heart is prepared. —— The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment. How much do you know about the spring spirit? During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there will be no wind and rain? Come to greet him, bring him a car and a BMW, and thank him for his wine, friends, and poets. It's a prosperous day in Zhongzhou, and there is a lot of free time in the boudoir. Remember to focus on the three or five. Pave with green crowns, pick up gold and snow willows, and compete with Chu in bunches. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter. ——Li Qingzhao

37. Dolly Chant of White Chrysanthemums The small building is cold, and the night is long and the curtains are drooped. Hate Xiaoxiao, ruthless wind and rain, the night comes and rubs the beautiful skin. It doesn't look like the imperial concubine's drunken face, nor does it look like Sun Shou's frown. Han Ling steals the fragrance, Xu Niangfu fans, don't compare it with the novel, take a closer look, Qu Ping Tao Ling, the charm is just right. The breeze rises, and the fragrance brews, not reducing the fragrance. Autumn is approaching, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, relying infinitely on people. It seems like sorrow is condensing, Hanfu is undressing, like tears are falling, and Wan Fan is writing poems. The moon is bright, the breeze is clear, the smoke is thick and the rain is dark, the heavenly religion is haggard and thin. Even though I cherish it, I don’t know how long I will keep it from now on. The favor is good, why should we remember it more? The east fence beside the river. ——Li Qingzhao

38. When I come back, I see the shadow of the flower calyx on the tower in the moonlit night; I can’t help but hear the sound of partridges in the wind and rain in the Chu sky. ——Zeng Guofan

39. The fisherman's pride was so strong that a storm broke out all night in spring, destroying the red flowers and falling trees. People's hearts are full of flowers, but spring is easy to leave. The high-rise building is drinking wine and talking alone, asking where spring will go. The dusk clouds are empty and there is no sound, only the green poplars and grassy roads. ——Ouyang Xiu

40. Returning to the mountain chants, the sky is high, the sun sets, the cold mountains are deep, I send you back to the mountain to know your heart. The boss of life must be as he pleases as he can watch his life unfold, and he will always look up in the mountains: the stone springs are gurgling like wind and rain, and the ground is always covered with osmanthus flowers and pine nuts. There should be money in the medicine bag from selling medicine, and the medicine is taken back to the mountain. For many years, the white clouds persuade me to drain the contents of the cup. Where can I sleep with the bright moon? When you sleep, you recall your thoughts when you wake up, and the dream soul can interact with you. —— Gao Shi

41. The stars in the mirror are wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence. When I return to my dream, I will be far away from my worries, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms. —— Cherish the spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless red ones! Live in spring. Jian said, "There is no way back for the fragrant grass at the end of the world." Resenting the spring is silent. Even though I am only diligent, I paint the cobwebs on the eaves and fly catkins all over the place. It's a long-term affair, but the best date is wrong. ——Xin Qiji

43. It’s a stormy night in the west building, and I shed tears even if I don’t listen to clear songs. ——Zhou Zizhi

44. Whose daughter is there in Yulouchun? Listen to the songbirds talking on the branches. It's been a long time since I've been carrying the pot and selling wine. I have to go early when my mother-in-law's cake is burnt. When I was drunk, I forgot the way I came, so I asked the traveler where he lived. Just look for the ancient temple and pass by tallow trees in the south of the river. In front of the spring breeze in the Jade Tower, I want to encourage the spring light to live there. Spring is on Fangcao Road in the south of the city. The flowers do not fall with the water, but become floating catkins on the mud. The stars in the mirror are already wrong, and people live up to their spring and self-confidence. When I return to my dream, I will be far away from my worries, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms. ——Xin Qiji

45. Moyu'er Chunxi moved from Hubei to Hunan, and his fellow official Wang Zhengzhi built a small wine pavilion as a gift. It can be more relieved, a few storms, and spring returns in a hurry. Cherish the spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless red ones! Live in spring. Jian said, "There is no way back for the fragrant grass at the end of the world." Resenting the spring is silent. Even though I am only diligent, I paint the cobwebs on the eaves and fly catkins all over the place. It's a long-term affair, but the best date is wrong. Mo Mei was once jealous. Even if you spend thousands of gold to buy a gift like a gift, who can complain about this feeling? Jun Mowu. Don’t you see, the jade rings and flying swallows are all dust! Idle sorrow is the most painful. Don't go and lean on the dangerous railing. The setting sun is setting, and the smoke and willows are breaking your heart. —— In the flower path, there is a lot of wind and rain, and a lot of mess. The flowing water follows the red powder, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense. Counting the years, all the eryngium flowers will fall away, and it will be cold and powerless. The courtyard is quiet and empty. There is nothing to talk about, and I am extremely sad. Afraid of wandering orioles and sucklings, I learned the news.

Where is Chisu now? There is still no trace of Caiyun. Slow to teach others, shy to go to the upper floors, flat Wubi. ——Xin Qiji

47. Spring in Han Palace Spring has returned at the beginning of spring. Look at the spring streamers curling up on the heads of beauties. Unexpected wind and rain have failed to absorb the remaining cold. When I was young, I expected that tonight I would dream of going to the West Garden. Hun is not done, Huanggan recommends wine, and green leek is piled on the plate. But I laughed at the east wind. From then on, the plum blossoms and willows were stained, and I had no time to spare. When I am free, I come to the mirror again and my beauty changes. I am constantly worried, who can I ask who knows how to solve the puzzle? I'm afraid I'll see the flowers bloom and fall, and the geese will return first if they come in the morning. ——Xin Qiji

48, ??Qinyuanchun "Lingshan Qi'an Fu", when the Yan Lake was built and the mountains were not formed, they galloped to the west, thousands of horses whirled, and the mountains wanted to go east. The rushing water is rushing down, the jumping beads are splashing backwards, the small bridge is crossing, and the bow of the moon is missing. Laohe is idle, Tianjiao is troubled, and the principal is in trouble. My house is small, outside the shadow of the dragon and snake, amid the sound of wind and rain. There is a lot of competition to meet first. Look at the refreshing air coming towards the three peaks. He looks like a descendant of the Xie family, he is upright in his clothes, looks like a household in the courtyard, and rides gracefully. I feel that during this period, it is powerful, profound, elegant and healthy, just like an article written by Tai Shigong. On Xintei Road, I asked Yanhu what day it was, and it was misty and rainy. —— In the night of the Yan army [female foot] Yinhu [gelu], Han arrows flew toward the golden servant girl. Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain the white mustache. But he exchanged ten thousand words of military strategy for his boss's tree-planting book. The tender mulberry leaves are broken on the partridge sky, and some silkworm seeds are already growing in the east. The fine grass in the plain hills calls yellow calves, and the cold forest spots the dusk crows in the setting sun. The mountains are far and near, the roads are sloping, and there are people selling wine in Qingqi. The peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the shepherd's purse flowers are blooming in the spring at Xitou. —— Who is desolate when autumn comes? Song Yu was so sad back then! They shared the cups and plates, sang and danced leisurely, and asked him what was so sad about him? There are times of reflection but also sadness, as the Double Ninth Festival is going to be windy and rainy. ——Xin Qiji

51. The generals of Nanxiangzi said that they would be granted the title of marquis, and they would sing long flutes and sing alone while leaning against the building. Everything will go with the wind and rain, rest and play with the golden head of Tainan. Don't delay in urging the wine to drink, for the wine tastes like autumn is gone. The flowers smiled shyly on the old man's head, and the white hair was tied with flower cloth to relieve his worries. ——Huang Tingjian

52. When magpies step on the branches, they rarely see flowers flying up the tree. Zheng wild geese fly diagonally and arrange the brocade pillars, but I don't understand that spring is about to go. Manxu's mood is sticky to the ground and easy to float, so it won't disturb the wind and rain. Leaning all over the countryside, who can talk to you? There is no one to think about and hate. ——Feng Yansi

53. The story of the sword is desolate in the wind and rain, and I am looking forward to my poor years. The yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the brothel has its own orchestra. New knowledge is exposed to vulgarity, and old friendships are separated from each other. Heart-breaking Xinfeng wine, thousands of dollars worth of sorrow. ——Li Shangyin

54. The country is harassed, and the wind and rain send ships to war. ——Cai Hesen

55. The calm before the storm is preparing what happens next. ——Churchill

56. The swallows do not come, the flowers fall again, and a storm comes from dusk. —— Zhao Menggu

57. Good things come soon. The fisherman's poem The fisherman grew up and only knew each other with his fishing rod. Turning the boat back to the boat at will, it seems to be flying in the sky without leaving a trace. When the reed flowers are in bloom and left to float, it is a good strategy to stay drunk. Last night there was wind and rain, and I couldn't even hear it. —— Zhu Dunru

58. In the middle of the court, red and sparse green cover the main door. Let’s pursue the beautiful path. He is already older than before, and he is as poor as others. A cup of self-advice, tired guests in the rivers and lakes, wind and rain withered the spring. How can we spend the evening without the company of wine and wine? —— Zhu Dunru

59. An old man who expresses his sincere love will never regain the joy of a young man. Too tired to drink and play bombs. It was windy and rainy again in the evening, and there was a faint sound outside the building. Sad for the homeland, thinking of the world. It’s hard to say. Under the paper tent, put on the green felt, let the frost and cold pass. —— Zhu Dunru

60. After picking mulberries, I had a desolate dream at the end of the world, but ended up in Chang'an. Green tent and rhinoceros curtain. Still facing the twelve mountains. The beautiful lady tunes the harp and harp for me, her frown and daisy hair are low. The clouds disperse and the fragrance remains. The wind and rain made the stream cold in the middle of the night. —— Zhu Dunru

61. The geese flew southward, and the wind and rain group was lost for the first time. Hungry, thirsty and hard-working, with two wings hanging down, standing alone in the cold pavilion. The gulls and herons are close to each other in hardship, and they are close to each other in love and worry. The sea of ??clouds is vast and there is nowhere to go. Who can listen to the mourning. ——Zhu Dunru

62. Langtaosha feels that there is no need to raise eyebrows. Wind, rain and spring cold. The pond is small and full of water. Just for the sake of Liu Hua, I forgot about Lin'an. How many peonies are left? Let Jian screen watch. The small floor is Taishan. At dusk, I don’t know the way to spring, and the area is dry. ——Liu Chenweng

63. Nan Gezi scratches his sleepy claws and tolerates the presence of guests. The night is long and the moon is shining through the window. It doesn’t explain the wind and rain, and the angelic return. ——Liu Chenweng

64. The frost leaves are flying. The smoke is gone and the mood is gone, caring about things, the setting sun is red and the frost trees are hidden. Half a pot of autumn water recommends yellow flowers, which are fragrant in the west wind and rain. Vertical jade, light flying swift feather, desolate who hangs the ancient desolation. I remember walking on Nanping drunkenly, swallowing with colorful fans, chilling and dreaming of tiredness, not knowing how to be barbaric. Talking about the old festival, the cup is passed down, the dust is stuck in the paper, and the broken knot is lost in the years. The little toad's slanting shadow turns to the east fence, and the whispers of crickets are left in the cold night. My hair is graying early, and I'm worried about the fate. I'm so scared that I'm leaving the black gauze, and it's going to be thin, and I can see the dogwood, but about next year, it's green and slightly high. ——Wu Wenying

65. When the river flooded the day before yesterday, the rain fainted and the Nanshan Mountain was lost. Today, my horse greets me with his hair in a bun. The white pagoda reflects the Zhu Pavilion, and you can see the green forest in between. Ask me if I have forgotten it, and I will return it to the west with a whip. I'm still chatting with you in the west. Come and lean on the railing when you're done. There is no free day in this world of mortals. I will repeat this poem again, and its appearance will be listed in big books. But I am afraid of bad luck, wind and rain, and I will save everything in the world. —— Lu You

66. It is half of spring today, and the wind and rain have stopped traveling. There are begonia flowers in the vase, and I drink several cups of wine to reward each other.

I still want to visit Jinguan City, where I spend time and enjoy things. The golden whip passed through Nanshi, and the red candle banquet was held in the west building. Thousands of forests boast their splendor and splendor, but one branch appreciates their delicacy. He chants wildly and hates that he has not finished work, and he will stop when he is drunk to death. Unexpectedly, under the eaves of the thatch, white hair and flowers are sad. The flowers are like sickly trees, covering themselves up and showing shame to guests. The most beautiful thing is the charming couple. The east wind is filled with hatred and is unstoppable. —— Lu You

67. When I first came to Sichuan, my temples were still wet, and I was looking at Begonias at Fanting in Nanchong. I had never seen them before, but I didn’t know there was even Jade Rooster Square. The Jade Rooster and Begonia are the best in the world, and their branches seem to be stained with orangutan blood; Shu Ji's colorful makeup is willing to make people feel colorless in front of the flowers. The boat sailed eight thousand miles eastward, and the peaches and plums became servants. If the root of Begonia can be moved, Yangzhou Peony will die of shame. The wind and rain ruin the spring, the cuckoo cries, and the quilt is cold every night and dreams of returning to Shu. How can one beg for immortality? A thousand years will not be enough. ——Lu You

68. Spring is bitter by the Haiyan Bridge like a dream, with fallen flowers and catkins appearing. When I arrived at Liuxingxi, I was too lazy to ask where the painting building was. Standing still, standing still, there are ten hectares of lotus flowers in the wind and rain. ——Lv Benzhong

69. Chaozhongcuo is sick and unable to stand beside the fence, and the wind and rain bring spring back. A pillow at dawn to clear my dream, no one said it was like the Western Mountains. hurried laughter, frequent encounters, careless cups and plates. Not to mention that when we are surrounded by flowers, we forget about the plum blossoms and the cold weather. ——Lu Benzhong

70. The Bodhisattva barbarian guest is worried that he can’t reach Xichi Road, and the waning spring will fly away after the flowers. I walked by the pond today, and new lotuses were born last night. The old friend is surrounded by thousands of worries, but there are few books coming from Taoism. I went to live across the Guanhe River, where there was a lot of wind and rain in Changting. ——Lv Benzhong

71. In the wind and rain of Linchuan Station, if we meet by chance and have a bed together. He has been burning the midnight oil since he got up, talking all night long, and crying out for food to cure his hunger in the morning. Now the bright moon is thousands of miles away, and it already occupies a branch in the deep forest nest. I feel sorry for my son and daughter when I say goodbye, and I dream of riding a thin horse to Fangpi. —— Lu You

72. The nobles and nobles know little about each other, but their breasts are filled with dazzling pearls. That is to say, if you raise your hands to cover the western sun, the flowing dust should turn into plain clothes. It is difficult to blink of an eye even if we know the old learning very well. Do we want to return home safely if we hold on to this? The stormy night came and the hall was quiet, and suddenly I remembered the words spoken in front of the lamp. —— Lu You

73. Good things come in spring, as if the wine glass is thick, and the begonia is too drunk to be weak. Who dyes jade to enlarge the face and make the Yanzhi color? It is most ruthless to send spring wind and rain, and it is a pity to blow it away. Why don't you leave the flowers to stay and call the servant girl to urge you to take pictures. ——Zhou Zizhi

74. Ruan Lang returned to the West Lake. The water under the mountain was gurgling, and the mountain was full of wind, rain and cold. The branches are red with bright spots at dawn, and the plum blossoms are blooming at dawn. There are green leaves, golden plates, and milk springs in the jade pond. I have tried sweetness and sourness three times in this life, but it is still difficult to return. ——Zhou Zizhi

75. What is the ratio of the prefect of Chengzhou? The dream is still fresh. When you come back, you should use your methods. I will really love my house during my free time. The wind and rain on the five lakes and the lonely boat night, thousands of miles away from the mountains, a piece of paper. Just make it so that the distance between the two men is long and wide, so that their descendants will not become estranged from each other day by day. —— Lu You

76. Life is full of regrets, and I am already familiar with them. On Jinghu Lake, where the farmland has been abandoned, there is a thatched house in the wind and rain. It's enough to make up for the king's troubles. The remaining years are still there, and the candles are blown by the wind. The eldest son garrisoned the fortress, rode his horse and carried a bow and arrow, and traveled more than a thousand miles to his home. His hard work brought him little pay. The book comes with three more pages, and the words are so sad that I can't bear to read them. Brother Tu was beside me, his eyes filled with tears again. The door is declining day by day, and the governor of Lai family is sticking to it. Snow clouds darken the sky, and I miss you sleeping in the open. —— Lu You

77. This year, I am sick and old, and it is difficult to find someone who is running away. At the third watch of the wind and rain, the boy's servant sleeps, and he holds a candle to check his wealth. —— Lu You

78. It’s amazing how the scorching summer heat suddenly destroys you, and how ruthless the wind and rain are! But sigh is not a plan for the poor, and the wild geese have already arrived before the autumn anvil is moved. —— Lu You

79. On the fourth day of mid-autumn, wild geese fly across the sky, and it is enough to close the door and hang the curtains. Fang sighed that it was early this year, and the wind and rain at night were even more miserable. ——Lu You

80. When the sky is almost red, the cool autumn air fills the curtains. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting. When the treasure harp is played and the golden yang is played, the song "Eagle" is sung together. Nowadays, it is a stormy night in the west building. Even if I don’t listen to clear songs, I will shed tears. ——Zhou Zizhi

81. The Bodhisattva's wild treasure is as thick as mist, and the plum blossoms are secretly frightened by the wind. It's like a river village according to the promise, and the lingering fragrance will be smelled immediately. The painting bridge is windy and rainy, and there are countless pieces of knowledge scattered around. Clean up the small window in spring, the golden stove is deep with sandalwood sticks. ——Zhou Zizhi

82. Talking and laughing in a paralyzed stove with a dim light, and going out to be separated by thousands of mountains and wind and rain. ——Liu Ziyun

83. Sending boats on the Guangdu River, leaving Shaocheng with tears in the spring breeze. Ranran has passed the new year, but still has the old friendship. What's the use of the dust crown for hanging bombs? The leather belt frequently shifts and becomes thinner. I want to have a business date on a stormy night, and talk to each other for a lifetime under the light of a lamp. —— Lu You

84. The autumn colors are thick in Yongyu Le, the weather is cool and the night is cool, and the wind and rain are beginning to fall. The missing moon is like a hook, the light clouds are half-covered, and the shining stars are broken. It's cool to come to Xuanhu, and it's cool to sleep on the pillow, and the night will always be quiet and sleepless. Wandering up and down, leaning on the railing and standing still, I felt a thousand emotions for a while. Weary travelers in the rivers and lakes, withered and ill over the years, sit and sigh that the years have passed away in vain. The past has become dust, and new sorrows are like locks. Who knows the bottom of the heart? The Wuling Mountains are desolate and the Central Plains is deserted, but there are still clear tears. In the candle orchid vat (this word may be "gang" (the word "steel" is on the right side)), the boy is called to get some wine, and the figure is drunk. —— Li Gang

85. Taibai, the water tune singer, is my ancestor, and his energy is as thin as the blue clouds. There is a way in Kaiyuan, and there is a guest in the chat. When the emperor called, he was drunk. He sprinkled his face with clear spring and woke up slightly. I vomited and wiped the dragon towel. The lyrics are not punctuated, but the songs are full of spring. The pen is full of wind and rain, the heart is beautiful, and it is extremely fresh. The eldest child has an order, and the divine contract has both sitting and forgetting people. I don't know how noble the general is, but he is drunk and insults my feet, yet he dares to show off his clothes and show off his anger. Thousands of years have passed, and the image is like a wind god. —— Li Gang

86. A poor life is jealous of wind and rain, and a passionate one is pitied by butterflies and bees. —— Zhao Yi

87. I learned nothing about poetry in the past, so I had to beg for what I had left. I knew my strength was weak and I was discouraged, and I felt ashamed to gain a false reputation. Forty soldiers were stationed in Nanzheng, and the army was feasting all night long.

A thousand steps are played to build a field, and thirty thousand stables are paraded. The sound of lanterns fills the building, dancing treasure hairpins light up the mats. The strings of the pipa are turbulent and the hail is chaotic, and the drummers of Jie are calming the wind and rain. The poet Samadhi suddenly appeared in front of him, and Qu Jia was watching Yuan Lili. Tianji Yunjin is used for me, and the beauty of cutting is not the knife or ruler. There is no shortage of talented people in the world, but they are not even separated by heaven and earth. It doesn't matter if the old man dies of old age, it's a pity that Guangling is gone. —— Lu You

88. The wind and rain continued for ten days, and the sky was still clear. Dare to say that the moss reaches the couch, only the raw fish in the cauldron is avoided. Shepherd's purse grits are offered to the bowl in the morning, and pine fat is used to illuminate the book at night. Hundreds of lives have passed by like this, and the plans have not been fully elaborated. —— Lu You

89. The East Lake is dark with wind and rain, just like the plum blossoms in early April. The tall trees send out pillows to surprise the guests, and the small ponds slip into the clear canals. You know where the flying mosquitoes are, and the dust generated by the fan is dark and sparse. You must believe that there will be strange things in your journey to the West. This year, I will read the book at midnight. —— Lu You

90. The wind and rain at midnight are like a huge child waking up in the untimely dark night and starting to play and make noise. —— Rabindranath Tagore

91. Cherish the sun and the moon in your old age, and your heart will be tempted when the trees fall. Sitting idle thinking about relatives and friends, all I want is to hear the sound of my feet. The wind and rain cut off the official road, and my house was in a deep and dark condition. Miaomiaoyun Water Village, Xiaoxiao Ludi Forest. The grass is lush and the frogs are croaking, and the sky is vast and there are no birds. Looking around here and there, I pour my wine alone. —— Lu You

92. Sea, you lonely bride of the storm, although you raise waves to follow your lover, it is in vain. —— Rabindranath Tagore

93. Lying under cover in the wind and rain, I climbed to the Negative River Mountain after ten days. I also know that I wish you good luck in a good year, but helplessness will never fade away. The wind blows across the plains to see the sharp wind, and the painted eaves are high to listen to the gurgling sound. Why should I hate it when the road to the city is cut off? The wine and the dried fish also ruin my appearance. —— Lu You

94. Spring is coming and it is stormy every day. As we age, we are often attacked by diseases. The pond outside the door is beginning to turn green, and the face in front of the statue is turning red. I laugh at myself every time I don't get rid of my arrogance, and I want to utter arrogant words. Ande can cut the eaves and slide with a knife, and look at the clear sky from a height of thousands of miles. —— Lu You

95. The moon on the Yangtze River and the universe can be great, even if the dragon and the yuan are not the things in the pond. The wind and rain have no place to worry about, and the walls are even colder. I write poems on the horizontal branches and compose poems on the towers. Everything is covered with snow in the sky. If the river flows like this, there will always be heroes. It's funny to see a leaf drifting away. When we return to the Huaihe River, there is a new cool breeze. All the beauty in the mirror has changed, but only the loyalty remains. Going to Longsha, looking back at the mountains and rivers, a line of green is as green as hair. Dear friends, I should remember, the moon is waning on the cuckoo branches. ——Wen Tianxiang

96. I came to Plum Blossom Village and stood there leaning on my stick for a long time. It's rainy and windy, and the green moss is scattered and wet. In previous years, poems were written about poets, but they should not be clung to. The plum blossoms in the Ming Dynasty are also empty, and I feel the collection of old worries. —— Lu You

97. I have already sung your daytime song. At dusk, let me hold your lamp and walk through the stormy roads. ——Tagore

98. The wind and rain last night gave today’s morning a golden peace. —— Rabindranath Tagore

99. It rained on Shahu Road on March 7th. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word. Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and mango shoes are easier than horses, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine. ——Su Shi

100. A few days ago, the rule of heat was very fierce; the face of the earth was dim and miserable; the leaves withered and became poor, and Shaanxi lost the hope of life. At this time, a few idle dark clouds suddenly set up camp on the horizon. A wisp of blood-red sunset light shot straight out from the sword path like a sword. As the night progressed, I saw the door shaking violently. The storm grabbed the city's hair and woke it up from its dream. I got up and looked, the lights in the alley looked very dim in the dense rain, like the eyes of a drunkard. Through the drizzle, the temple bells echoed in the air. In the morning, the rain is thicker; the sun has not risen yet.

—— Rabindranath Tagore