Poems about alleys in the rain

1. Are there any poems about "in the rain"? 1. Meet Lin Huanhua, Xie Chunhong, five generations: Li Yu.

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

The safflower in the forest has withered, and the flowers in bloom have fallen. It's only such a short time, and I really went in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night? Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

2. East Building of Xianyang City/West Building of Xianyang City overlooking at night/West Gate. Tang Dynasty: Xu Hun.

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.

At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.

Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.

When Wan Li was climbing a tall building, homesickness came to him. In his eyes, the grass willows here are like Tingzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Sunset rose from the clouds outside the pavilion, and strong winds blew all over the Xianyang Tower before the rain. At dusk, birds fly in the overgrown garden, and in late autumn, cicadas sing in the trees with dead leaves and branches.

Passers-by don't ask about the past, only Weishui flows eastward as always.

3, "Mountain Residence Autumn Night" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn. The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing. The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes. The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.

4. "Two Storms on November 4th" Song: Lu You

It's getting dark, and the wind has rolled up the rain on the rivers and lakes, splashing all over the mountains like huge waves.

The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

The sky is dark, the wind is rolling the rain on the rivers and lakes, and the heavy rain on the surrounding mountains is like the sound of huge waves rolling.

The small fire burning in the stream and the felt wrapped around me are very warm, so neither the cat nor I want to go out. I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country, not feeling sorry for my situation, but thinking about defending the country. As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain. I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored war horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

5, "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Song Dynasty: Lu You

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

In recent years, the interest of officials is as light as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, I will hear apricot blossoms in the depths of the alley in the morning. Spread out a small piece of paper and write leisurely and diagonally. The words are very organized. Carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam and try to taste famous tea in front of a sunny window. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes. There is still time to go back to my hometown in the mountains by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.

2. Poems about alleys or the old saying Wuyi Lane

Liu Yuxi

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

Rain Alley

Dai wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color

Lilac fragrance

Lilac sadness

Mourn in the rain

Sad and confused

She lingers in this lonely rain lane

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me

Like me.

voicelessly

Cold, sadness and melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes

She floated by.

well

Sad and confused like a dream

Floating like a dream

lilac

I missed this girl.

She walked away silently, walked away.

A ramshackle hedge.

Walk through this rainy path

In the sad song of rain

Remove her color.

Scattered her fragrance.

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes

Lavender melancholy

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to float over.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

3. Poetry about the beautiful scenery in the rain The rain in Tianjie is crisp and the grass color is far and near.

The most favorable thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke and willow pouring into the imperial city-Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty.

-Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild.

Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

-Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

-Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return.

-Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. -Su Shi's "Water Tune" Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a bright moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" is how wide the sky is, how close the trees are, how clear the water is, and how close the moon is! .

Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor. -Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason.

-Wang Wei's "Send Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" sails alone in a blue sky, only looking at the Yangtze River. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun.

-Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. -There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.

-Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.

-Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

-There is a poem "Rain" in Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", which is green and dripping, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold. -the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow.

-Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream.

-Lu You's "The Storm on November 4th" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.

-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

-Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" carries the word "mountain" and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying.

-"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint.

-Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed. -Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

-Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren.

-Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village. -Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains were dwarfed under the sky. ..

-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picks chrysanthemums under the east fence and sees Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" wet clothes with "flowers", and his face is not cold. -monk zhinan's quatrains > there is no lotus leaf every other day.

4. What are the poems about "Walking in the Rain"? 1. Walking in the rain: I like to walk in the rain in Han Yan Hyundai, and let the fine rain pass through my hair to wash and soothe my tired mind. My heart jumps and flies with me. I like to climb high and see far in the rain. The trees and mountains in the distance seem to be covered with a layer of gauze, which is particularly enchanting. I like listening to the sound of rain falling in Mao Mao, like playing beautiful notes. I feel wonderful and happy. Do you know how much I miss you to be with me all the time? When I am depressed, you cry with me. When I am happy, you dance with me. Wherever you go, you always accompany me in my dreams. When you abandon me, you will never leave me, no matter the wind or the rain. Wang Yuling Hyundai likes to walk in the rain, holding a flower umbrella and a white skirt floating gently on the deep path of the courtyard, just like walking into the rain lane described by Dai Wangshu. He likes to walk in the drizzle, with the fragrance of long hair. As the rain keeps dancing, it infiltrates the heart. The earth is silent. I only heard the whispers of water drops kissing flowers and plants, and a sleeve of poems and paintings sprinkled with light rain. In the warm pond, the green folds happily shake off a few drops of dew, and the lotus flowers in summer can't hide a petal of water, which makes me shy and wet. A white jade bridge hangs on the rain curtain like a crescent moon, and lilac flowers are falling with the wind. Some are empty, some are dreamy, and the scenery in the rain is vaguely fragrant. If the path in the rain has no end, I want to leave time at the intersection of youth, but I don't. If those lost days are accompanied by drizzle, I flow into the past under the umbrella of flowers, but I still like to walk in the rain, put it away and let Xiaoyu gently touch my face, as if washing my inner purity. Sedimented land also breeds fragrance and a sense of superiority in caressing a skirt. The elegant smell makes me listen to the rain quietly. 3. Walking in the rain Author/Sun Modern I walked in the rain with a white umbrella, just like a lilac girl walking in the rain lane, but I was not depressed. I am very happy. I like this scene and this rain. I put my heart down to listen to the rain. The size of the jade bead is like playing music. Jade beads are sentimental and broken. I hold an umbrella like Bai Lianhua, and a wisp of fragrance overflows from my heart. I hold my umbrella like a boat umbrella. It was the sails that rowed to that beautiful and happy place in the sea of rain. Walking in the summer rain Author: Hanako Modern is stepping a brisk pace. Friends, let's sing and dance together and walk in the summer rain. This is a long-lost heavy rain, which brings coolness to the vast land. Look at the thirsty mountains and rivers. The sweet rain poured out countless splashes. The tree is greener and more delicate, swinging its arms gently in romantic feelings. Standing in the alley, listening to the wind and rain, walking in the summer rain, listening to the coolness of the drizzle, listening to the sound of nature, smelling the rain, watering the exotic flowers and plants, and putting aside my bondage. I open my warm arms and look up at the gray sky. Raindrops wet my eyebrows and my poetic heart. 5. Walking in the rain/The modern spring rain with green maple leaves and red leaves has really come. I didn't see the pattering sound, nor did I hear the ticking sound. Inadvertently found that the semi-wet road was silent for a few days, and the city resumed its usual hustle and bustle. The children with heavy schoolbags were waiting for the bus on the platform. Office workers hurried across the sidewalk of the street, and migrant workers who had just returned from their hometown listened to the trend of the labor market. Vendors in the urban-rural fringe wandered in alleys and shopping malls, and discounted posters were forcibly stuffed into their hands. Wave after wave of marketing activities, different styles of pop songs pervade the city sky, and various models of cars grow in front of traffic lights. One drop of rain falls on the face, and the other drops on the mouth, sticking out the tip of the tongue and licking the rain gently. It turns out to be sweet and delicious. Our meeting came unexpectedly and quietly. Looking at your sky in the spring rain, I held my breath and walked alone in the lukewarm city, enjoying this loneliness and looking for your trace.