After the autumn rains in the night, the autumn atmosphere is new! After an autumn rain, the weather suddenly becomes cool. Autumn rains between the seasons, washing away the irritability of the residual summer.
Autumn rain, since ancient times, is the object of poets' chanting, but also the sustenance of emotions, in the pen of the literati inker, autumn rain is often sad and desolate, but in the pen of some poets is also interesting and romantic. Don't believe it, let's go to the ancient poems to taste the romantic autumn rain.
Autumn rain inside the feast
Don-Han Wei
A breeze entered the painting hall, shaking the pearl foil and shattering it.
Looking at the rain outside the threshold, it seems to be advised to teach drunken jade.
autumn rain
Song-Zhang Lei
There are no cicadas away from the fading willows, and the yellow leaves are closed in wind and rain.
Tao Ling had no money to get drunk, and the bamboo window was a pillow and a book to sleep.
Song-Zhao Wen
Autumn rain was heavy and drunk late, and the small window lights were on Tang Shi.
Who is the next room to sound the string pipe, just like when Wu Shan dreamed.
Autumn rain has not been able to recite Shaoling's poems at night to a few careers
Song-Zhangfu
The door is long depressed, and the earthworm is ascending to my hall.
The night is cold, and the crickets are singing in my bed.
There are two trees at the head of the house, and the leaves fall all over the monastic gallery.
Rioters do not need to be sad, and it is common to be proud and emaciated.
Ugly slave - autumn moon and autumn rain
Ming-Zhu Yongchun
The clouds are thin in the blue sky, and the white stars are thin.
Sleep late at night. Qiu Yuejuan is my thoughts.
Sycamore drip, cut candles and chant poems.
Fill in the words with wine. Prefer autumn night rains.
Qing-Dai Heng
The peak expands, and the heavens and the earth close their eyes.
The long roaring moon crosses the sky, and the sound of the stream fills the rock valley.
In the autumn rain boat
Qing-Jiang Baoyuan
The water winds and turns, and the evening tide is released at dusk.
The drizzle of rain and the wind and clouds are wet, and the sound of the bridge shakes across the double bridge.
Qing-Hang Shijun
The rocks are cold after the rain, and the stone color is desolate and there is no one.
Occasionally leaning towards the green silhouette, two branches of red indigo ripple autumn scales.
Qing - Zhang Shanying
The flowers are cold and the flowers are not rolled, and the branches are cold and the birds are perched.
Butterflies are tired of looking for wings, and lotus is exposed.
The stone pond is newly full, and the trail is wet and red.
There is nothing to teach parrots, and the garden is hidden by day.
Qing-Qu Dajun
Xiao Xiao was half in the dream soul, and the refreshing breath blew without waiting for the wind.
Shaken down should not be sad, depressed and happy to the Wu Palace.
The incense blooms at night and the flowers are white, and the colors are chaotic and the leaves are red.
The wet kudzu is cool, and one must face the east of the painting column.