1. Poems about watching the rain
Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn———— (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn") There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet————(Wang Wei: "In the Mountain") The cold rain is falling on the river at night, and when people go to Wu in the evening, they see off the guests from Chushan alone in the bright light————(Wang Changling: "Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower" ) When you asked about the return date, the autumn pond was filled with rain at night in Bashan.
Why should *** cut off the candles from the west window, but talk about the night rain in Bashan - (Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends to the North" words about rain state and rain scene "Half a ditch of spring water, a city of flowers, misty rain "Thousands of families are hidden" (Su Shi's "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty) The water is half a ditch, the whole city is covered with flowers, and the mist and rain cover it. Thousands of households are in the haze, which describes Mizhou (the state is governed by Zhucheng in present-day Shandong). The misty scenery of the spring rain in the area.
"The spring rain is enough, and the stream is dyed with new green." (Weizhuang, "Visiting Kinmen" in the Five Dynasties) uses the word "dye" to connect "spring rain" and "new green." ", the description of the stream under the spring rain is vivid and appropriate.
"The rain on the spring road adds flowers, and the flowers move the spring scenery of the mountain." (Song Qin Guan's "Good Things Are Near: Work in Dreams") Spring Travel. On the mountain road, the drizzle is falling, making the flowers more charming; the flowers are stirred and moistened by the rain, making the spring scenery all over the mountain more moving.
"The moon is hazy, and a pear tree is in the drizzle." (Song Dynasty) ·Chen Ke's "Yellow Bean Leaves") On a spring night, the clouds cover the moon, and a drizzle falls. A pear tree is covered with rain and dew, which looks very poetic.
"The small building suddenly sheds the sound of the night window. "Lying and listening to the rain still pouring, wet the Qingming Festival" ("Langtaosha·Late Spring" by Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty) writes that during the Qingming Festival, the rain hit the window at night and made a sound. The patter of spring rain made the author feel uneasy and full of thoughts. .
"Suddenly I heard the drizzle hitting the new lotus, and all my dreams were shattered." (Yuediao Xiaotaohong, Eight Scenes of Linchuan, The Sound of Rain in the Lotus Pond, Yuexi Village, Yuan Dynasty) The sound of rain hitting the new lotus. The sound breaks the author's sweet dream, how can he not complain? Using the rain to write about separation and farewell is a major feature of poetry. For example, Li Jing's "Huanxisha" in the Southern Tang Dynasty in the Five Dynasties: " The blue bird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilac sky catches the sorrow in the rain. Looking back, the green waves are so clear that they catch the flow of the sky. "
The lilac buds are miserable in the rain, which means that the author is troubled and unable to escape. Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice": "...the phoenix trees are also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit.
How can the word 'sorrow' be used this time." With the meaning of dusk. The drizzle hits the sycamore trees, trying to exaggerate the depth of melancholy and the pain of lovesickness.
Song Hezhu's "The Sapphire Case" Xiaque: "...How much leisure and sorrow are there? A river of tobacco, the wind and plums all over the city. "Huang Shiyu." Uses a series of blurry scenes such as tobacco, wind, and plum rain to describe the elusive sadness.
Song Li Chongyuan's "Recalling Wangsun·Chun Ci": "... Desire for dusk. , the rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed." It writes about the sadness of the rain hitting the pear blossoms in the courtyard at dusk.
"Yi Luo Suo" by Lu Wei of the Song Dynasty: "The autumn wind deliberately dyes the yellow flowers, and the rain falls. A few moments of desolate rain. "The autumn wind is bleak, the ground is full of yellow flowers, and the autumn rain is miserable. How can I not feel sad.
"Water Fairy Night Rain" by Yuanren Guan Yunshi: "A sound of Wuye. There is a sound of autumn, a little bit of banana, and a little bit of sadness. After the third watch, the flowers have fallen, and the chess has not been collected. I sigh that the people in Xinfeng Gutuan have stayed behind.
The worries of the two elders in Jiangnan are all in my mind. "The autumn rain hits the sycamore trees and banana trees, every sound, every sound, seems to hit the wanderer's heart, which shows the deep sorrow.
The words and phrases used to express feelings through the rain are not all about parting and sorrow, but also express open-mindedness and cheerful character and firm emotions. For example, in "Ding Fengbo" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty: "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not walk slowly.
A bamboo stick and mango shoes can beat a horse. Who is afraid? A raincoat and misty rain can last a lifetime." "One "I will live my life in the mist and rain", not taking shelter from the wind and rain, letting nature take its course, implicitly showing an open-minded attitude of not caring about gains and losses, and being able to withstand setbacks and hardships.
Su Shi's "Across the Sea on the Night of June 20th": "As I watch the third watch, the bitter rain and the wind will clear up." The word "jie" gives life to the bitter rain and the wind. It is like this I sympathized with the poet's miserable situation and understood the poet's longing for a sunny day, but he stopped suddenly and let the sun shine.
Song Wangzhuo's "Magnolia with Reduced Characters": "Half a wisp of flying clouds collects all the wind and rain." When it rains and the sky clears, the fiery red sunset absorbs all the wind and rain of the day, and the mood is also It's bright and cheerful.
2. What are the poems praising "temples in the rain"
1. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of orioles are singing, green is reflected in red, and water villages, mountains, and wine flags are blowing.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.
2. "Inscribed on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
When the rain passes, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the air.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late.
Deep trees grow in the evening mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who knew that Zhuxi Road, where singing and playing music were played, was Yangzhou.
3. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Returning from West Lake in the evening and looking back at Gushan Temple to give to all the guests"
Liuhu comes from Songdao Lotus Temple and returns to the radial temple in the evening.
The rain is heavy in the low mountains of Luju, and the palm leaves are in the cool water.
The mist is swaying and the sky is blue, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun.
When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea.
4. "Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The tower towers with green cens, leading into the center of the lake. Without rain, mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, water will be cloudy.
The broken bridge is barren and moss-ridden, and the empty courtyard is filled with deep flowers. I still recall the moon in the west window, and the sound of bells in the northern forest.
5. "Poppy Poppy Listening to the Rain" by Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty
A young man listens to the rain song upstairs. The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat. The river is broad and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut. There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first term, every step until dawn.
"Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu
This poem not only describes the richness of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also describes its vastness, depth and confusion. It depicts gorgeous and moving pictures, presents a profound and beautiful artistic conception, expresses strands of implicit and profound emotions, and gives people the enjoyment of beauty and the enlightenment of thought. Therefore, it has enjoyed a high reputation for thousands of years. 3. A poem describing a person watching the rain
"Rain Alley"
Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in Long, long
and lonely rainy alley,
I hope to meet
a lilac-like
girl with sorrow and resentment .
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Feeling sad in the rain,
Sad and hesitant;
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
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Walking silently
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently,
As she approached, she cast a
breath-like look
She drifted by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Floating like in a dream
In the field of a lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently , far away,
arrived at the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
her color faded,
her fragrance dispersed,
disappeared, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
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A lilac-like girl
A girl with sorrow and resentment. 4. Poems related to temples
"Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge"
Zhang Ji
The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the rivers and maples are fishing and the fire is sleeping in sorrow.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell rang for the passenger ship.
Dielianhua
Jingu Road, Orchid Pavilion, Yumiao.
A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake. The parrot's cup is so deep that you don't complain. He knows where he is when you meet him.
The passing years cannot be retained. The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away. Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people.
——Lu You
Visiting Tianzhu Temple with his nephew Liang, the governor of Hangzhou
Author of the Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Hanging on the mat at Lingpeng Qiu, Watch the waves and rest in Zhanglou. Three mountains are moving and enjoying life, and five horses are traveling together.
Tianzhu forest is in sight, and the pine wind rustles in autumn. Gaze at the clouds to gauge changes, and explore the water in a quiet and quiet place.
The mountains are separated by the distant sea, and the pavilion is written to return to the current. The poem is proud of the clouds and the moon, and the good things are all over Wuzhou.
Yong Yu Le·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgic for the Past·Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
Passing Xiangji Temple
Wang Wei
I didn’t know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng several miles away.
The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains.
The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green.
In the evening sky, the pond is filled with music, and Zen is used to control the poisonous dragon.
Passing by Tanxing Shanyuan of Guanhua Temple
Wang Wei
Holding a bamboo stick at dusk, they were waiting for each other at Huxitou.
Urge guests to hear the sound of mountains and return to their houses to follow the flow of water.
The wild flowers are blooming, and the valley birds are singing quietly.
Sitting in the empty forest at night (Yizuo Village), it is quiet, the pines and the wind are as straight as autumn. 5. Poems describing temples
Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple
Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to In the secluded place, the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees.
The light of the mountains is pleasing to the birds, and the shadows of the pond are empty and empty of people's hearts.
Everything is silent here, except for the sound of the bells and chimes.
Big Peach Blossoms in Lin Temple
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The beauty of April in the human world is gone, and the peach blossoms in mountain temples begin to bloom.
I have no idea where to turn when I return to spring. < /p>
Several early orioles compete for warmth in the trees,
Whose new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes,
Asakusa Talent has no horse's hooves.
Favorite lake is not enough to travel eastward,
White sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
Reminiscing about the south of the Yangtze River
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When will we visit again?
Song of Returning to Lumen at Night
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy at the ferry.
People follow Xiangjiang Village on the beach, Yu Yi took a boat back to Lumen.
The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly he came to Pang Gong's hiding place.
The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only There are ghosts coming and going.
Night Mooring at Maple Bridge
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost,
Jiang Feng fishing fire versus sorrowful sleep.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,
The midnight bell rings to the passenger ship. 6. What are the poems praising "the temple in the rain"
1. "Jiangnan Spring" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty. Orioles are singing thousands of miles away, reflecting the green and red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages.
There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist. 2. Du Mu, Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" When the rain passes, the cicadas make a noise, and the pines and osmanthus flutter in the autumn.
The steps are covered with moss, so the white bird stays late. There are deep trees growing in the dusk mist, and the setting sun sets under the small building.
Who knew that Zhuxi Road, where singing and playing music were played, was Yangzhou.
3. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "Returning from West Lake in the evening and looking back at Gushan Temple to give to all the guests" Liuhu starts from Songdao Lotus Temple and returns to the radial temple in the evening.
The rain is heavy in the low mountains of Luju, and the palm leaves are in the cool water. The waves of smoke shake the blue sky, and the buildings and halls are scattered against the setting sun.
When you reach the shore, please look back. Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea. 4. "Inscribed on Gushan Temple in Hangzhou" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty, the towers are towering with green cens, leading into the center of the lake.
Without rain, the mountains will always be moist, and without clouds, the water will be cloudy. The broken bridge is barren and the moss is astringent, and the empty courtyard is filled with flowers.
I still remember the moon in the west window, and the bells are ringing in the northern forest. 5. Jiang Jie, Song Dynasty, "Poppy Poppy Listening to the Rain" A young man listens to the rain song upstairs.
The red candle dims the tent. A young man listens to the rain and is a guest in the boat.
The river is broad, the clouds are low, and the wild geese are calling the west wind. Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's house.
There are stars on the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless.
Every step of the way, from day to day. Du Mu's poem "Jiangnan Spring" not only describes the richness of the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also describes its vastness, depth and confusion.
It depicts gorgeous and moving pictures, presenting a deep and beautiful artistic conception, expressing strands of implicit and profound emotions, and giving people the enjoyment of beauty and the enlightenment of thought. Therefore, it has enjoyed a high reputation for thousands of years. 7. Poems about temples
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Chang Jian Works: Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple Contents: Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.
Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Dalin Temple Peach Blossom Content: The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
I always regret that there is no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake Content: North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Recalling Jiangnan Content: Reminiscing about Jiangnan, the most memorable is Hangzhou.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the moonlight in the mountain temple, looking at the tide from the pillow in the county pavilion. When will we come again? Era: Tang Author: Meng Haoran Works: Song of Returning to Lumen at Night Content: The bells of the mountain temple are ringing, the day is already dark, and the fishermen are noisy at the ferry crossing. People followed the beach to Jiangcun, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.
The moonlight in Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place. The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Zhang Ji Work: Night Mooring at Fengqiao Content: The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and fire is facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight.
Era: Northern Song Dynasty Author: Lin Bu Works: Notes from Rui Shangren’s Room in Gushan Temple Contents: At the bottom, I lean on the railing and meditate, the back pavilion of Gushan Pagoda is tilted to the west. The gloomy scrolls are in the forest temple, and the chessboards and chessboards are scattered in the fields.
Sometimes a solitary bird flies in the autumn scenery, and the setting sun rises in the cold smoke. I love my house so much when I stay late, I just wait until spring to see the snow.
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Work: Yiai Temple Contents: Sitting on rocks by the stream, walking around the temple in search of flowers. You can hear the chirping of birds all the time and the sound of springs everywhere.
Era: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Works: Solitary Tung Tree in Yunju Temple Content: A green jade tree stands with thousands of green leaves. The pavilions are more than five feet tall, and their high spirits are still there.
The mountain monk is ninety years old, quiet and immortal. When Zi Yunshou planted it, there was a Qingtong tree.
Pluck straight from the bud, and rise from the beginning. There are no branches on the four sides, but there is a general principle in the center.
Those who wish to establish themselves should be so alone. Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cen Shen Works: Climbing Ci'en Temple with Gao Shi and Xue Zhi. Contents: The pagoda is like a gush of energy, standing alone in the heavenly palace.
When you step out of the world, the path is empty. The sudden pressure on China is like a ghost work.
The four corners block the day, and the seven layers cover the sky. Peeping down refers to the tall bird, listening down to hear the startling wind.
The mountains are like waves, running towards the east. The road is lined with green locust trees, and the palace view is exquisite.
Autumn colors come from the west, and Guanzhong is full of green. On the Wuling North Plain, it is evergreen and misty.
Once you understand it clearly, you can understand it, and it will be better because of your long-standing teachings. I vow to hang up my crown and feel that my Taoist resources are endless.
Era: Tang Author: Cui Hao Works: Tour to Tianzhu Temple Content: Climbing Tianzhu Mountain in the morning, the sun rises in the mountain temple. Streams and springs are gushing thinly, and rivers and rivers are lingering.
The solitary top is high when you go straight up, but the peaks are small when you look at them from a flat angle.
In December in Nanzhou, the ground is warm and there is little ice and snow.
The cold mountains are covered with green, and the winter marshes are covered with wisteria. On the side of the flower niche waterfall, there is a green wall and stone forest.
Ringing a bell brings together humans and heaven, giving food to gather apes and birds. The mind is cleansed and the mind is clear.
I just realized that there is nothing wrong with people and everything in the world. Era: Tang Author: Dai Shulun Works: Sanlv Temple Contents: The flow of Yuan and Xiang is endless, how deep is Qu Zi’s resentment! At dusk, the autumn wind blows, and the trees flutter with leaves.
Era: Tang and Five Dynasties Author: Du Mu Works: Inscribed on Mulan Temple Content: Bending the bow to fight as a man, I once had a thrush in my dream. I thought about returning the wine several times, and put it on the clouds to wish the concubine Ming.