1. Poems about rain and ruthlessness

Poems about rain and ruthlessness 1. Find a poem about rain and ruthlessness

Cut the original thoughts of endless feelings This time on this far journey, I can forget that your beautiful eyes can cut off every strand of affection and the sadness that the autumn wind can’t blow away. Who would have thought that in the end, the mountains and rivers will still love you, and your figure will still be behind you, and then in front of you. Have you already put it? I forget, otherwise why there is no news, we are far apart. Is it you who has treasured me? Otherwise, why is your smile always decorating my dreams, leaving behind beautiful fantasies? If we are destined, it is just the source and the end, it is difficult to see each other. If we are not destined, what the years will leave me will be lingering sadness. If you are not happy enough, don’t frown deeply. Life is short, so why cultivate bitterness? Open the dusty doors and windows, let the sun and rain spread over every corner, and go to the wilderness of life. Let the wind smooth your forehead. Broadness can dilute the depth of sorrow. Color can cover light colors, self-love, you have no reason to be depressed, because you are autumn, and you have no reason to be arrogant, because you are spring, raise your head, the autumn colors are not as beautiful as the spring scenery, nor are they more thoughtful than the autumn colors - the title oil painting, just a silent gesture is enough to make The world is fascinated not only because it is a saint, not only because it is peaceful, but also because it is a revelation, because it is an enlightenment, and because she tells us in the image of modern people - contemplation is a kind of beauty, boldness is a virtue, I can read it from my eyes. I understand you from my words. Implicitness is a kind of character. Boldness is a virtue. Don't tell me that only the eyes are the true reflection of the soul. If there is no language, all we can gain in loneliness is silence... Faint clouds Enjoy leisurely love, don't become a prisoner, don't ban other people's freedom just for your own comfort. If you can't always get the best, how can you endure too much? Less is sorrow, more is also sorrow. The autumn river flows softly, and the light mist flows. Light rain, light clouds, leisurely travel. As long as we have loved each other once, if we have never met, maybe our hearts will never be heavy. If we really miss each other, I am afraid that I will not be able to relax in my life. One look is enough to make the heart sea pass through the hurricane, and understand more deeply on the barren land. Scenery A long journey is enough to make a weak heart haggard. Every time I glance at the autumn water, I wish I could die with tears. How can we not take our time and love? How can we remain indifferent? As long as we love each other once, there will be a life without regrets. Maybe, maybe, there will never be that day. Maybe the future is as bright as the morning glow, and there will never be a day when success is as bright as the lights. Maybe, you can only climb like this but fail to reach the peak. Maybe, you can only run like this, but can't make waves. Maybe, there is only one thing we can give you. A heart that has experienced vicissitudes of life and a face full of wind and frost transcend ourselves. We can deceive others but cannot deceive ourselves. When we move towards the leafy May youth, it is no longer a mystery. The upward road is always bumpy and rugged. It is true that we must always maintain the original romance. It is not easy for some people to be sad and some to be happy. When we cross a high mountain, we also cross a true self. I don’t expect anything in return. If I give it to you, I don’t expect anything in return. If I give it just to get it one day, then how insignificant I will become if, you If it is a lake, I am happy to be surrounded by embankments. If you are a mountain, I am happy to be a man of green grass that decorates your appearance. It may not make you great, but you can definitely make your heart sublime and eternal. Time is like water, and wherever it goes, we will have what kind of fashion. How can we be demanding about the world and the vicissitudes of life? What never changes is the sincerity and kindness that is never shy to see others. No matter what kind of clothes you wear, the human heart will always be too ugly. There are always silent feelings. There are always times like this, just for the sake of love, you quietly hide away. The figure cannot be avoided, but the silent feelings are wandering around in the moonlight. Emotional things are often unclear. It’s not that I don’t want to love, or that I don’t want to love. I’m afraid that love is also a kind of harm. Just give me a smile. Don't give me too much affection. What can I use to repay your emotional debt? It's the heaviest. I can't repay you. How can I forget? Just give me a smile. Just like a glass of thin wine, like a wisp of soft wind. This is the most touching article. The declaration of missing you is as warm and elegant as spring. You said you would never forget what you told me? I also treasure them all for us

Memory is like the days that never fall - they will never fade away. The time when we get together is always short, and the time when we look forward to it is always long. How many shining lines of poetry have I picked up by the stream? If you want to miss me, take a look. The twinkling stars in the sky have my eyes looking for you - light, back, always simple, simple, a kind of scenery, always young, youthful, a kind of clarity, always very reserved, implicit, a kind of charm, always very lonely. Being lonely makes people remember it more clearly. However, I am more willing to let others admit that I only have the right path. Fame and wealth are always flowers and shackles. No matter what the ending is, it is inevitable that the interest will be dull. There is an eternal happiness in the process of flow. Although, I sometimes also I pray for a glorious moment in life, but I prefer to keep my soul peaceful and indifferent. I know that joy is the station of life, and pain is the voyage of life. I know that when your heart is heavy, the best gift is to give you a peaceful sky. You will be confused and you will be awake. When the night falls, you will feel a pair of warm eyes. I know that when you wipe the tears on your cheeks, you will smile brightly. At that time, I will gently say to you, let’s go. Look at the scent of locust flowers. The moon is shining brightly when traveling. Every distant place has a temptation for us. It is either the temptation to beauty or the temptation to legend. Even if the scenery in the distance is not satisfactory, we don’t need to care because it is really a charming mistake. When we look up, it is spring and when we look down, it is autumn. May all happiness follow you. When the moon is full, it is a picture. When the moon is missing, it is a poem. Wishes - written to a friend’s birthday. Because of your arrival, this day has become a beautiful day. From then on, the world has an attractive color and the picture screen of my memory. There are many beautiful memories added to the brocade. My dear friend, please accept my deep wishes. I hope all the joy will accompany you to the distant place, to the distant place, to the familiar place, there is no scenery, if the talent is not recognized, if the talent is Not being recognized is worse than being cursed. It is better to persevere. Accumulate strength in perseverance and work silently. Cursing will not help. It can only dim the original light. What is lost in the dimmed light is the spirit of the big tree. What comes is the cloud and what is gone is also the cloud. No one can recognize a star today, so why not be a bright moon tomorrow? If life is not generous enough, we don't have to be stingy in return. Why do we need to carefully calculate what we give and what we get?

2. Verses about the lively, joyful and merciless rain

――――Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" The moonrise scares the birds, and there are stars in the temples , Shuangyan returned in the drizzle.

Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. ――――Monk Zhinan's "Quequa" The morning rain in Weicheng is also light and dusty, the weather is late and autumn comes, and the colorful colors are always spring -------- Zhu Xi's "Spring Day" The clothes are wet and the apricot blossom rain blows on the face The wind in the willows is not cold.----------Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty's "Quatrains" The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, the iron horse and the glacier fall into the dream, the light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of the grass is far away, but there is no small building to listen to all night Spring rain, winter thunder, summer rain (Yinyu, the word is this), snow and rain, wind and wild wind, March evening, the door is covered at dusk, and the word "sorrow" is in the sycamore tree, leaning on the railing.

. Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. The cliffs are already covered with ice, and there are still beautiful flowers and branches in the spring. (Lu You.

To Changting in the evening, the rain showers have begun to break, and the dancing on the pavilion and singing platform is always swept away by the wind and the rain. I am furious: "Qingming") 8. The cold rain continues on the river at night, people in Wu, Pingming See off guests in Chu Shan Gu.

(Wang Changling. - 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 "November 4th" The wind and rain are coming. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. ——Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain" Seven or eight stars are outside the sky.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent, and the orchid boat is urging me to leave. , Green coir raincoat. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. After the new rain, the scenery is empty.

Even though there are thousands of styles, the begonias remain the same. Do you know that the wind is gentle? The rain does not need to return. It is overcast and rainy. I lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain.

The spring rain is deep in the alley, and the king who sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty asks about the return date. It rains in the middle of the night, and the iron horse and the glacier come to sleep. The passers-by on the road want to die;? The jade face is lonely and full of tears, and the pear blossom is full of spring rain and hates the clouds. The south of the Yangtze River is still called Jiangnan. 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.

Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. The cold rain pours across the river into Wu at night? It should be green manure, red slender parasol trees, and drizzle. At dusk, bit by bit, the dusk mist and spring rain pass over the maple bridge. (Su Shi.

Yichuan Tobacco, the city is filled with catkins, and the swift swallows are flying together. Seven or eight stars are out in the sky, and the autumn festival is neglected. The fallen flowers are independent, the guest house is green and the willows are new, and the smoke willows are all over the imperial capital-- Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Early Spring Presents Outside Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water" There are three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river ----------- Su Shi of the Song Dynasty "Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong" can easily recognize the east wind. (Interface: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") 3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

(Du Fu: "Spring Night Happy Rain") 4. There is no rain on the mountain road. If you ask about leisure time, how much is it?

-----Du Mu's "Qingming" The water is bright and clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy. ——Su Shi's "Drinking on the Lake at First Sunny and Later Rain" The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating.

The best thing about spring is the spring. Now I listen to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut, and there are two or three rains in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River" The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.

――――Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. The rain is strong and the wind is good and bad: "The storm is strong on November 4th") 7. The rain is heavy during the Qingming Festival: "In the Mountain") 5. Green bamboo hats and green coir raincoats, the slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return.

(Zhang Zhihe. The willow wind is not cold on the face.

Cherish the spring, spring is gone, and it will rain at some time. The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are like rain.

Hang down the curtains. But don’t forget the rain in Bashan at night.

No one can cross the boat. ————Wei Yingwu’s “Chuzhou West Stream” describes summer. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun——Yang Wanli’s “Dawn out of Jingci Temple”. Farewell to Lin Zifang" During the Huangmei season, it rains at every house, and the ups and downs of life experience are met with rain - Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" After the new rain in the empty mountain, the green sky wets people's clothes - (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") Cold rain continues Jiang Ye Ren Wu: "Drinking on the Lake at the First Clear and Later Rain") The river is raining heavily, the river grass is empty, the mountain is empty, the rain is strange, the mountain rain is about to come, the wind is filling the building, the rain is passing, the sky is blue, the clouds are broken, but the virginity is broken, Bashan is raining at night, and I lie down at night and listen to the wind. The heavy rain falls, and the white raindrops jump into the boat. The good rain knows the season. The night comes with the sound of wind and rain. The Qingming season rains heavily. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Tang He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow". The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, two or three. In front of the Rain Mountain. Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times;?, the red candles dim the tents, the broad clouds on the river are low, and the wild geese call to the west wind: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower") 9. The morning rain in Weicheng is light dust, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new.

(Wang Wei's "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi") 10. The water is shining brightly and the sky is clear. "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cut the thin leaves.

Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the moon, but when the night rain in Bashan. .

The morning rain in Weicheng is clear, and the guest houses are 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 the wind is blowing in the valley. The weather is late and autumn is coming, and I see off my guests in Chushan. ————(Wang Changling. During the Huangmei season, it rains every time, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond.

This time. ————Wang Wei’s "The Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi" The Four Hundred and Eighty Temple in the Southern Dynasties, the water is clear There is smoke in the east, the sun rises in the west, and rain in the west. It is sunny but there is a cloudy rain. There is no wind or rain in my life, and there is no clear sky. The cicadas are miserable. I don’t know how many flowers have fallen. The weather is late and autumn comes... (Wang Wei: "Mountain Residence in Autumn" 》) There is no rain on the mountain road.

(Wang Wei, the Ming Dynasty sells apricot flowers in the deep alleys. Thousands of houses are raining in the late autumn. The setting sun plays a flute on the terrace, and the water is shining. The sky is clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy. It is also strange. Green Ruo Li. Who can tell me that it is singing in the spring stream: "Yu Ge Zi") 6. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, it's even more embarrassing. How can I not feel the cold willow wind on my face?

After the rain, the grass is setting, the apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallows are fragrant. There are many towers in the mist and rain last night.

The lingering wine is not washed away by the heavy sleep, and the dusk is heavy. The sky is vast.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, frogs are everywhere in the green grass and ponds----Song Dynasty Zhao Shixiu's "The Guest" There is no need to regret that Fang Fei has gone to rest, the summer trees are so gloomy and pleasant----------Song Dynasty Qin Watch "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March". The red and purple colors have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoos is audible to the new summer season - Song Dynasty Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains" An ancient poem describing autumn and a famous line describing autumn: Setting Clouds and Solitary Owl Flying together, the autumn water lasts and the sky is the same color------"Farewell Preface to the Knee King Pavilion of Hongfu in Autumn" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty" The trees are all in autumn colors, and the mountains are only the setting sun ------- ------"Ambition" by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty, the wind is blowing thousands of miles away to send the autumn wild geese, and you can enjoy the high-rise building for this purpose----"Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at the Xietiao Tower in Xuanzhou" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty in August The high autumn wind howls and rolls up the three-layered thatched roof of my house ----- Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "The Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" 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, lying down Look at Altair and Vega ----- "Autumn Eve" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty.

3. Verses lamenting the raging and ruthless rain

1. The sound of the river continues to rain, and the sun holds a broken rainbow. ——Du Shenyan

2. Heavy rains swell the deserted streams, and a foot of water creates torrents. ——Su Shi

3. The sound of heavy rain is the same as the waterfall, and the force of rushing sand is different from the dust. ——Xu Tang

4. The heavy rain is followed by thunder, and the wind comes suddenly. ——Xue Feng

5. The heavy rain is rushing, and the drums and thunder are sudden. ——Yuan Zhen

6. The small courtyard is shaded by green, but when it encounters a sudden rain and the wind blows away, the remaining red color is like sweeping. ——Wang Yisun

7. Storms, rain, lightning and thunder rage, the clear sky is covered with darkness, and the moon steals the sun’s light. ——Yuan Zhen

8. The wind and rain hit each other, and the speed and speed pulled the eaves gaps. ——Ren Hua

9. I sat down like a snake and a snake, and the sound of showers and whirlwinds filled the hall. ——Zhang Wei

4. What are the poems that describe "sadness on rainy days"

1. "Night Rain Sends to the North"

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan.

Why should I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan?

2. "Like Mengling·Last night the rain dispersed the wind and the wind blew"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Last night the rain dispersed the wind and the wind blew, and the heavy sleep could 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, red and thin.

3. "Lang Tao Sha Ling·The gurgling rain outside the curtain"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

The rain gurgling outside the curtain is waning in spring. 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. The world is unlimited. 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.

4. "Wye Cry·Last Night's Wind and Rain"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Last night's wind and rain made the curtains rustle with autumn sounds. The candle is leaking, the pillow is broken frequently, and the pillow cannot be straightened when sitting up.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, and only a dream comes to an end. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is not possible to travel otherwise.

5. "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Pear Blossoms Closed in the Rain"

Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin

Red moss-covered steps and green branches, Du Yu’s voice, Du Yu’s voice is sad! After a short period of intercourse, they separated again. The colorful phoenix flew alone, and the colorful phoenix lived alone.

How long will it take to miss each other after we say goodbye? It’s hard to know what will happen next? Will it be difficult in the future? How can this feeling express lovesickness? A love word, a love poem.

The pear blossoms are shut behind closed doors in the rain, forgetting their youth and missing their youth. Enjoyable things, who cares? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and there are thousands of crying marks, and thousands of crying marks. I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.

5. Love poems about rain, ancient poems

Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows slant in the breeze. Du Fu's "Water Threshold Calls the Heart"

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

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"

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

The cold rain came to Wu at night, and I saw off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning. Wang Changling's "Farewell to Xin Jian in the Furong Tower"

The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. Qin Guan's "Huanxi Sand"

The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.

Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

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

Green bamboo hats, green coir rain clothes, the slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Zhang Zhihe: "The Fisherman's Song"

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Du Mu: "Qingming"

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

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

Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"

My clothes are wet due to the rain of apricot blossoms, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling it. "Queju" by Monk Zhinan

In the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasty, many towers were in the mist and rain. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains"

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are falling in front of the mountain. Xin Qiji's "Moon over the Xijiang River"

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

A raging wind disturbed the hibiscus water, and the dense rain slanted into the Xili wall. Han Yu's "Climb the Liuzhou City Tower and Send to Zhangting to Connect the Four Prefectures"

The big strings are as noisy as the pouring rain, and the small strings are as keen as whispers. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Play and Preface"

The unprovoked rain fell all night long, breaking my homesickness for thousands of miles. Zhang Yong's "Rainy Night"

You have not yet heard of your return date, and 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? Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North"

Listening to the spring rain in a small building all night, apricot flowers are sold in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty. The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

The sycamore tree and the rain at midnight indicate the bitterness of separation and love. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky. "Geng Liu Zi" by Wen Tingyun There was a thunder under the feet of the tourists, and the crowd was filled with stubborn clouds that could not be cleared away. It was dark outside and the wind blew across the sea, and flying rain came across the river from eastern Zhejiang. Su Shi's "Heavy Rain in Youmeitang"

I haven't heard of the solitary guest all night, I hear the rain rustling in my ears, and there are bananas outside the green gauze window. "Huanxi Sand" by Chao Buzhi

It rained and the wind blew violently last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a heavy sleep. Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream"

The phoenix trees also drizzle, bit by bit at dusk. This time, how come the word "sorrow" is so important! Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice" A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, the tent is dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese cry out 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 moment to moment until dawn. Jiang Jie's "Pop Pops"

The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sha·Momo Qinghan Goes Up to the Small Building" The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows. Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I not be barbaric? The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows. Now that I've seen a gentleman, how can I not be confused? The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy? ——The Book of Songs "Wind and Rain"

Shangxie! I want to know you and live a long life. There are no mausoleums in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to be with you! ——"Shangxie" by Yuefu of the Han Dynasty

Far away is the Altair star, and the bright and clear river is a Han woman. The slender hands are used to make tricks. The whole day is unfinished, and the tears are as cold as rain; the river is clear and shallow, how much longer it is! There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless. ——"The Faraway Altair" by the Yuefu of the Han Dynasty It's like water pouring from the east, but there is no sun returning to the west. The night raindrops fall on the empty steps, and the light leaves the room darkly at dawn. When we feel sorry for each other and we all stop drinking, when will we get together to share our feelings? ——He Xun of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, "Farewell at night before departure"

I have been thinking about the guest for a long time, and I have traveled thousands of miles alone. The river is dark and the rain is about to come, and the waves are white and the wind is beginning to rise. ——He Xun sent each other off during the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Seeing the moon in the palace looks sad, and hearing the sound of broken bells in the rain at night. ——"Song of Everlasting Sorrow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of miles in Qingcao Lake, one person walks in the yellow plum rain. I'm worried about seeing the night mooring on the beach, the sound of the wind turning the dark waves and the boats. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"

The wind returns to the clouds, the rain breaks off, and the rain begins to clear, and the warmth of the lakeside returns to the light. The red mountain apricot hair is scattered randomly, and the new green water apple is spread flatly. The white wild goose with low wings is still heavy when flying, and the tongue is astringent and the oriole's speech has not yet been completed. I don’t know that spring in Jiangnan is not good, as I get sick and lose my mood every year. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Morning in South Lake"

The big strings are as noisy as the rain, and the small strings are as loud as whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Pipa Parade and Preface"

Red Banjiang Bridge and green wine flag, Guanwa Palace is warm and the sun is setting. Unfortunately, the rain has stopped and the east wind has settled, and thousands of trees are drooping.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Willow Branches"

6. Sentences about the ruthless wind and rain

1. The heavy rain was like pouring a basin of water, with a gurgling sound, and the eyes were covered with white. One after another, small bubbles appeared in the small puddles on the ground. The rain fell on the ground and played a music. They fell to the ground together like skirmishers, landing safely. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and lightning and thunder kept accompanying the rain. The flowers, plants and trees outside seemed to be restless, swaying and panicking. People walking outside at night were struggling to move forward, unable to see the other side with the naked eye. The thunder was deafening, and people were frightened and could only "hide" at home.

2. When I went out, I found that the rain was heavier than what I had seen at home. From time to time, there would be a strong wind, which made me unable to distinguish between east, west and north! I held the umbrella and struggled to walk forward. Listening to the sound of big raindrops hitting the umbrella, I felt that the umbrella would be broken into pieces in an instant.

3. The heavy rain began to wreak havoc in the city. The rain pillars were flying all over the sky, like thousands of sharp arrows shooting at us rapidly, unstoppable and infinitely powerful. Plants are struggling, desperately clinging to the earth, making a last-ditch effort; animals are flying in the rain, escaping from the heavy rain.

4. Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder, and Father Thunder in the sky quarreled with someone unknown, and it was very fierce. The rain started to fall, from small to heavy, tick-tick-tick...these sounds became louder and louder. The thunder rumbled several times in succession, so loud that the students covered their ears in fright, and their hearts seemed to jump out of their chests. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't stop until school was over. Some students without umbrellas crowded at the school gate and looked helplessly at the sky.

5. The wind god’s sharp arrows roared towards the helpless earth, sending out bursts of cheers. The trees on the roadside tried their best to swing their clumsy limbs to avoid the rain arrows. However, the trees were still covered with bruises in a matter of seconds. The small pond in front of the house soon filled up with a large area of ??yellow water. The green ducks on the river were like frightened children, huddled in the corner of the pond. The river water rotated violently with the direction of the wind, and the waves on the river kept rising and falling. .