Listen to the rain with the ancients in winter night
Continuous winter rain, Rain Water tick-tock from the eaves, in this early winter night, the streets are brightly lit, neon lights, but pedestrians in twos and threes, there is no noise and crowding. The breeze was blowing, the trees were whirling, and the grass went to sleep.
Make a cup of tea, sit under the lamp, open the collection of ancient poems, the rain falls into poems, and listen carefully to the rain with the ancients.
The rain in the sky is big and small, when the rain is pouring, it is free and easy, it is sudden, it is shocking, it is dripping? When the drizzle is continuous, it is soft, slow, smoke and delicate. The rain falls in the poem, it falls in the heart, and the taste is carefully remembered from the heart. Which poem has the rain become?
It's raining worryingly.
"Linjiang Immortals & bull; Dream Tower High Lock"
Yan Jidao
After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low.
When spring hate came last year.
People with falling flowers are independent, and micro-swifts fly together.
I remember that Xiao Ping met for the first time, double heart word Luo Yi.
Acacia is said on the string of the pipa.
At that time, the bright moon was there and had returned according to the colorful clouds.
When I came back to the tower in the middle of the night, the Zhu door was locked, and the curtain hung heavily after I woke up. When the spring hate of last year came to mind, people were faint and independent in falling flowers, swallows soared in the breeze and drizzle, and many things became a thing of the past. I remember that when I met Xiao Ping for the first time, she was wearing a Luo Yi with double heart words and fragrant words, and the pipa light playing committee poured out her lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was still there, but now it is no longer the old friend. I'm here to listen to the rain. Where are you? I don't know. Are you okay? Reading and appreciation of American articles
It was raining amazingly.
Beauty Yu & bull; listening to the Rain
Jiang Jie
Teenagers listen to rain songs upstairs. A red candle fades the account.
The prime of life listens to the rain in the passenger boat.
Jiang Kuoyun is low, and broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk Luxia. The temples are already starry.
Joys and sorrows are always ruthless.
Before the first term of office, bit by bit till dawn.
The heart of a teenager is always unruly, and when he is young, he does not know the taste of sorrow. When listening to the rain, he should find a romantic place and choose the person he likes to accompany him. At that time, he was carefree and did not experience the wind and rain of life. He has lofty feelings and ambition in his heart, even if he is sad, he only appears elegant and leisurely, and he is just sad to endow with new words.
The prime of life listens to the rain in the passenger boat, Jiang Kuo Yun low broken geese call the west wind. What a picture of a rainy day on the river where the water is vast and the wind is strong and the clouds are low. A wild goose flying out of group appears like its own shadow. After the prime of life, war chaos, often running around in the vast land of life, drifting in all directions, a cavity of travel hate, ten thousand kinds of sorrow.
Now listening to the rain, it is a white-haired old man alone under the monk listening to the rain at night. The situation is bleak, the state of mind is desolate, it is difficult to put into words. The rivers and mountains have changed hands, and the sorrows and joys of the prime of life have been blown away like the rain and the wind. At this time to hear the sound of rain, I have been indifferent. The sensitivity and delicacy of juvenile feelings, after suffering from the ups and downs of life, I do not know whether it is still pure? Before the first term of office, the rain dripped to dawn, and I couldn't sleep until dawn.
It's raining so handsomely.
"calm the storm & bull; do not listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest"
Su Shi
Do not listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly.
Bamboo staff and awn shoes are better than horses, who is afraid?
Spend a straw-cloaked life in mist and rain.
It is expected that the spring breeze will wake up and be slightly cold.
In front I see the slanting sun atop the hill.
Look back on the bleak place and go back
Impervious to wind, rain or shine, I’ll have my will.
The cool breeze woke me up, but the setting sun at the top of the mountain was greeted by the time. Do not pay attention to the sound of the rain beating leaves through the forest, why not open your throat and sing calmly. Bamboo sticks and straw sandals are so light and swift that they are better than riding a horse. What is there to be afraid of? Wearing a coir raincoat despite the wind and rain, still live my life. Looking back at the bleak place where the wind and rain came over, I walked back. Since I chose the front, I can only smile firmly to the wind and rain and smile to life. Whether it's wind, rain or sunny. Buddhism advises people not to cling to anything and not to be bound by external things. Success or failure, do not care too much, that is, the so-called favor and disgrace.
It rained so gently.
"Spring Night Happy Rain"
Du Fu
Good rain knows its time right, It will fall when comes spring.
With wind it steals in night; Mute, it moistens each thing.
The good rain knows the solar terms of rain, which is when the plants sprout and grow in spring. As the spring breeze falls quietly at night, it silently moistens all things in spring. This gentle spring rain, such as crisp, makes all things flourish and makes people enjoy a pleasant life. There is not a word of joy in the whole poem, but it is always full of joy.
It's raining so hazy
"drink the rain after the first sunny day on the lake"
Su Shi
When the water flashes, the scenery is charming on a sunny day, and the sky in the mountains is also strange in the rain.
If the West Lake is compared to the beauty Xi Shi, she is always beautiful regardless of light makeup and heavy makeup.
In the brilliant sun, the West Lake water microwave sparkling, bright waves, looks very beautiful; on rainy days, under the curtain of rain, the mountains around the West Lake are confused, if nothing, it seems so wonderful. You hide in the hazy misty rain, I think the rain puts on the most beautiful costume for you. In addition to light makeup and heavy sentences, what language will be compared to the West Lake?
It rained so affectionately.
"Butterfly loves Flowers & bull; out of the plug"
Nalan Xingde
There is no definite evidence in modern and ancient times.
In the sound of drawing horns, herding horses come and go frequently.
Full of desolation, who can talk? The old Dan maple is blown by the west wind.
There used to be a lot of resentment.
Tiemajingo, Qingzui Twilight Road.
Loving-feelings running deep. How deep do they go? Like the evening glow, deep in the mountains. And like late, late autumn rain.
The friendship for you is as continuous as the spring rain. The selected images of the whole ci form a magnificent, distant and desolate artistic conception, which shows the complicated inner world of the poets. Among them, the most special thought and emotion of the poet is as a young and promising aristocrat, thinking about the impermanence and meaning of life. There are description, lyric and discussion, which are organically integrated. At the end of the scene, my infinite affection is melted into the silent scenery, which not only contains bold and unrestrained, but also full of tenderness, and even makes people feel a little helpless and desolate.
It's raining so brightly.
"living in the mountains in autumn"
Wang Wei
After the rain the empty mountain, the weather late to fall.
Among pine-trees bright moonbeams peer; O'er crystal stones flows water clear.
Bamboos whisper of washer -maids; Lotus stirs when fishing boat wades.
Though fragrant spring may pass away, Still here's the palace for you to stay.
After a rainy night, the sun is shining, like your smiling face, warming you and my heart. Because the raccoon girl was hidden in the bamboo forest, and the fishing boat was also covered by lotus leaves, she was not seen at first. Only when she heard the noise of the bamboo forest and saw the lotus leaves did she find the raccoon girl and the lotus boat. Although the spring is gone, the scenery is still very good, and I would like to stay here for a long time. Happy to return to nature, affectionate landscape, advocating tranquil, indifferent pastoral life, it is really worth remembering.
Spring rain, moistening the boundary of things, winter rain, but also moisten the heart.
The gentleness of the light rain, the boldness of the heavy rain and the fearlessness of the heavy rain can make people have a kind of beauty appreciation.
Listening to the rain is actually a kind of mood
Light rain, is fresh, is natural, is moved.
Rain rustling, light, heavy, wet a cavity of thoughts, provoking a wisp of missing.
When the rain falls into a poem, which one falls into my heart?
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