When the rain falls into poetry, which one dries your heart?

Across the mountains, across the water, a summer rain drifts arbitrarily.

Heavy rain pouring down, is free, is sudden, is shocking; the drizzle is gentle, is soft, is slow, is delicate.

The summer wind is accustomed, the rain is a poem, what poem does the rain around you become?

Rain, is sighing

"Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"

Jiang Jie

The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candles dim.

In his prime, listen to the rain in a passenger boat.

The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.

And now listen to the rain monks down. Sideburns have stars also.

Joy and sorrow are always merciless.

Before the first term, drip until dawn.

When I was young, I listened to the rain on the song floor, the red candles were lit, and the tents were light under the dim light. Is the sensitivity and delicacy of juvenile feelings still innocent after a life full of wind and frost?

Rain is a concern

"Linjiang Immortal Dream Back Terrace High Lock"

Yan a few

After the dream, the platform is locked high, and the curtain hangs low.

Last spring when the hate came.

The falling flower people are independent, and the micro swifts fly twice.

I remember the first sight of Xiao Apple, two heavy heart words Luo Yi.

The lute strings say acacia.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds had returned.

Late at night, the Zhu door of the building was locked, and the curtain hung low after the drunk woke up. When last year's spring hatred surged into the heart, people were quietly independent in the falling flowers, and swallows soared in the breeze and rain.

At that time, the moon was still there, and now it is no longer the same person. I'm here, where are you? Are you okay?

The rain is dashing

"Dingfeng Wave Mo Listens to the Sound of Leaf Beating Through the Forest"

Su shi

Don't listen to the sound of leaves beating through the forest, why not groan and walk slowly.

Bamboo cane mango shoes light victory over horses, who is afraid?

A cloud of smoke and rain is a life of peace.

The steep spring breeze blows wine awake, slightly cold,

The mountain is obliquely illuminated.

Looking back at where it has always been, returning,

There is no wind or rain or sunshine.

The spring breeze is slightly cool to wake up my wine, slightly cold, but the first sunny sun on the mountain should meet the time. Looking back at the wind and rainy place that came over, I walked back, born even if it was difficult and dangerous, I was invincible, even if I chose the front, I could only smile firmly at the wind and rain.

(Photo: Zhao Liang)

Rain, is gentle

"Happy Rain on Spring Night"

Du fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening.

Dive into the night with the wind, and the moisturizer is silent.

Good rain knows the season of rain, and it is in the spring when the plant germinates and grows. As the spring breeze quietly falls in the night, silently moisturizing everything in spring. Spring rain is as moist as crisp, everything is vigorous, enjoy a comfortable life.

The rain was hazy

"Drinking on the lake after the first sunshine and rain"

Su shi

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are full of rain and rain.

If you want to put the West Lake than the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.

Under the brilliant sunshine, the water of the West Lake is sparkling and beautiful, and it looks beautiful; on rainy days, under the cover of the rain curtain, the mountains around the West Lake are confused, and if there is none, it is also very wonderful.

You hide in the hazy smoke and rain, and I think the world has the most beautiful outfit for you.

The rain is affectionate

"Butterfly Love Flower Out of the Plug"

Naranjande

There is no definite evidence for the ancient rivers and mountains.

In the sound of the painting horn, the wranglers come and go frequently.

Who can speak of desolation? The westerly wind blows old Dan maple trees.

Once upon a time there should have been countless grievances.

Iron Horse Jingo, Aozuka Dusk Road.

How deep is the love? Deep in the mountains shines in the late autumn rain.

The friendship with you is as endless as the spring rain.

The rain was bright

"Mountain House Autumn Dawn"

Wang wei

After the new rain on the empty mountain, the weather came late in autumn.

Bright moon pine light, clear spring stone upstream.

The bamboo hustle and bustle returned to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moved down the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in the spring, and Wang Sun can stay for himself.

After the rainy night, the sun is shining, like your smiling face, warming you and me.

(Photo: Zhao Liang)

The rain is lingering

"Night Rain Sends North"

Li Shangyin

Junwen returned to the autumn pond at night.

He Dang cut the candle in the west window together, but when it rained at night.

In my confident waiting, in my waiting for the eyes to wear, I only wish to meet you as soon as possible, cut the candles in the west window, and talk about the night rain. Dream a journey, a journey, if the king is interested, but also afraid of the dawn of the parting.

Rain, moistening boundaries. The gentleness of the light rain, the boldness of the heavy rain, and the fearlessness of the heavy rain are all a kind of beauty to appreciate.

Rain, in fact, is a mood, light rain, is fresh, is natural, is touched.

The rain fell on Xiao Xiao, lightly and heavily, and it drenched a cavity of thought, causing wisps of thoughts.

When the rain falls into a poem, which one falls on your heart? Hurry up and leave a message!

(Source: Poetry World)

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