Poems about two people walking in the rain 1. poems about one person walking in the rain with an umbrella
Linjiang Xian - After the dream, the platform is locked high
Song Dynasty: Yan Qidao
After the dream, the platform is locked high, and when I wake up from the wine, the curtain hangs low.
Last year, the spring hate came. It is not a good idea to be a good person, but it is a good idea to be a good person, and it is a good idea to be a good person.
I remember the first time I saw you in the small apple, and I remembered that I had two heavy hearted words.
The first time I saw you, I was thinking of you, and I was thinking of you, and I was thinking of you.
The first time I saw you was when I was a kid, and I was a kid.
Translation:
Late at night, I dreamed of going back to the building and locking the door tightly, and I saw the curtain hanging low. When last year's spring hate surged to the heart, people in the falling flowers in the quiet independence, swallows in the breeze and rain in the double soaring.
I remember the first time I met with Xiaobing, wearing two heavy hearted words smoked Luo Yi. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The moon is still there today, and it has shone down on her colorful and cloud-like figure.
Spring Cold
Song Dynasty: Chen Heyi
February Baling day wind, spring cold is not yet afraid of the garden public.
Begonia does not cherish the color of rouge, independent of the drizzle.
Translation:
February Baling, almost every day the wind, the spring cold to the garden flowers and trees brought disaster, called people worried about fear!
The delicate begonias, do not spare the bright red flowers, alone in the cold wind and cold rain silently open.
Expanded:
Background of writing:
"Linjiang Xian - After Dreaming, the Terrace is Highly Locked"
Yan Guidao had an uneasy relationship with some songstresses. In his poem Breaking the Formation - Pipe Songs in the Willow Courtyard, there is a line that reads "I remember what happened in the Qinglou building that day, and I wrote it to the red window in front of the moon at night, and I sent it to Xiaolian with Yi," which is about the songstresses. The song "Linjiang Xian - dream after the high locks of the platform" is just one of his many nostalgic words of the songstress.
This lyric expresses the author's nostalgia for the songstress Xiao Ping.
This song expresses the author's nostalgia for the songstress Xiaobing. In comparison, the song "Linjiangxian" is more unique among the author's nostalgic words for the songstress.
The song "Linjiang Xian" has a sincere meaning, and the words are all about love. The first section of the song, "Last Year's Spring Hatred", is a clock hand in the song, which expresses that the writer is in pain and confusion because he had a sweet and happy love with Xiaobing. Time is the main clue in this song.
Spring Cold
This poem is not so much about spring cold as it is about begonias. Speaking of begonias, naturally, we can't forget Su Shi's poem "Begonia": "The east wind curls up and floods the Chongguang, and the moon turns to the corridor in the fragrant mist. I am afraid that the night deep flower sleep, so burn high candle light red makeup." In fact, these two begonias poems are borrowed from the begonias to write their own.
The first two lines of this poem are padding. "February Baling day wind, spring cold is not yet timid garden public", linked to the following, not only wind, but also rain, spring cold in the cold, day wind and rain, cold and miserable. What's more, the poet is also displaced and wandering. By himself and things, think of the garden is about to sprout flowers and trees, can not help but worry a little.
2. Poems about walking in the mountains with lovers in the rain
Waiting for you in the rain
Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rain of rainbows
Cicadas are sinking, and frogs are rising
A pool of red lilies, like flames, in the rain
It's the same whether you come or not, and I actually feel that
Every lotus flower looks like you
The rain is so cold, so miserable, and so cold that I can't help but worry.
Especially in the dusk, in this rain
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside of time
Within time, waiting for you, in the moment, in eternity
If your hand is in my hand, right now
If your fragrance
is in my nostrils, I would say, "Little lover. Lover
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace
This hand should
Shake a laurel oar, in a magnolia boat
A star hangs on the flying roof of the Science Museum
Ears attachments are generally hanging
The Swiss watch says that it's seven o'clock. Suddenly you came
The red lotus after the rain, fluttering, you came
Like a small decree
From a love story you came
From Jiang Baishi's lyrics, rhyming, you came
Raccoon River Sand
Era: Yuan Author: Zhao Yong
The jade locks of the moth eyebrow are thick with parting hate. The first time I tried it, I was afraid of the spring breeze. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea. The curtains are rolled up with jade hooks and the clouds are faint, while the fragrance of the golden ducks is fading and the rain is drizzling. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it without any problems.
Three Songs on Light Rain
Era: Song Author: Zhao Fan
Deep clouds do not see the mountains, and the rain is still covering the trees.
The clouds are so deep that I cannot see the mountains, and the rain is so dense that it still covers the trees.
Fish Feeling Sending Huang Renbo back to Fengcheng, when Renbo put his concubine back home
Era: Yuan Author: Zhang Zhu
It is in a hurry, Chu countryside in the evening of the fall, the lone Hong flew over the Nanpu. The same peach leaves can be melancholy, a barge carrying the spring first to go. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good look at this. This night is the most bitter. I've been listening to the rain with a candle at the Maple Tree Bridge, and the Wild Flower Pavilion, and I've been listening to the rain with a candle at the end of the day. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to protect my hat from the west wind. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. The old love is cold and the new sorrow is heavy, so I always put it into the lyrics of the falling whip. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. On snowy nights, when you are thinking about the Chai Gang Road. I will sing to you and you. To paragraph paragraph with the car, light to call wine, and again for the national fragrance Fu.
3. What are the poems about "Walking in the Rain"
1. Walking in the Rain Wen: Hanyan Modern I like to walk in the rain, letting the fine rain through my hair, washing and soothing my tired mind, and my heart also jumps and flies with me. I like to look up and see the distant trees and mountains, as if wearing a veil of mist, and I like to see the trees and the mountains, as if wearing a veil of mist. You are always with me when the shadow abandons me, and you never leave me, no matter what the wind or the rain is. 2. Walking in the Rain By Wang Yuling Modern Times I like to walk in the rain, holding a flower umbrella and floating a white dress, gently swaying on the deep paths in the courtyard, as if I were walking into the rainy alley in Dai Wanshu's book. I like to walk in the rain, scattering the fragrance of my hair, and the rain, a wisp of freshness and coolness, then I feel my heart. Rain has silenced the world, and I can only hear the water beading up and kissing the flowers and grass. The whispers of the flowers and grasses, a sleeve of poetry, a slant of rain, the warmth of the pond, the green stacks shaking off a few drops of dew, the summer lotus can't hide the redness of the water, which makes me wet my face with shyness, and the drizzle combs my heartstrings, and in the clouds, an alabaster bridge, like a curved moon, hangs from the rain curtains, and the wind sprinkles down the lilac blossoms, some of which are empty, some of which are fantastic, but which faintly scent the rainy scenery, and if there is no end to the rainy path, I would like to stop the time, but there is no if, and those who are at the intersection of youth, are not. If there is no end to the path in the rain, I would like to hold on to the time. If there is no end to the path in the rain, I would like to hold on to the time. If there is no end to the path in the rain, I would like to hold on to the time. If there is no end to the path in the rain, I would like to hold on to the time. Walking in the rainy alley, but I'm not melancholy, I'm very happy I like this scene, this amount of rain, I put my heart down, the sound of the rain is especially loud, listen to the size of the jade beads scattered on the umbrella surface, like playing a generous music, the jade beads broken and then long, I'm holding up the umbrella, like a white lotus open, and from the bottom of the heart overflowing a fragrance, I'm holding up the umbrella, like a boat, the umbrella is the sail, in the sea of rain, rowed to the beautiful and happy place. 4. Walking in the Rain in the Summer By: Hua Zi Exotic flowers and plants Throwing away my constraints, I stretched out my arms with enthusiasm and looked up at the gray sky. The rain dampened my eyebrows and drenched my poetic heart. The commuters are walking on the sidewalks of the streets, the migrant workers have just returned to their hometowns, they are inquiring about the direction of the labor market, the hawkers in the urban and rural areas are walking in the alleys, they are carrying big bags, the posters of the shopping malls are being forced into their hands again, the marketing campaigns of the big hotels are going from strength to strength, and the different styles of pop songs are filling up the city, and the various types of cars are lining up at the signal lights, and one drop of rain falls on my face, and another drops on the tip of my tongue, and the other on my mouth, and I find that half of the road is wet. A drop of rain fell on my face, and another drop fell on my mouth, and I explored the tip of my tongue to gently lick it, and the rain was actually sweet and delicious, and our appointment actually came so noiselessly, spring rain, looking at the sky, the shadow of your absence, I held my breath, and I strolled alone in the city that was not cold and not hot, and I enjoyed the loneliness of this, looking for your traces.
4. Poems describing the parting of two people's feelings in the rain
雨霖铃 柳永
The cold cicadas are woeful, the evening of the long pavilion, the first break of the sudden rain. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it. I thought of going to a thousand miles of smoke and mist, and the twilight mist was heavy and the sky was wide. I am so sad to see you go, but I can't bear to see you in the cold of autumn. Where are you going to wake up tonight? On the willow bank, the wind and the moon are gone. The years that have gone by should be a good time and a good scene that is not real. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to do is to think about the future of the world.
The first thing you need to do is to think about the future of the world.
Tears filled the lapel of the silk handkerchief wet,
Life is as scattered as a duckweed,
the voice of the two indifferent.
Sitting alone in front of the window, listening to the wind and rain,
the rain hit the banana and the sound of weeping,
the distant invitation to ask the old man.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea to be alone in the world,
but I'm sure it's a good idea to remember the people I've met from afar.
1. The rain is coming down on the trees, and it's coming down on the trees in the evening. This time, the first, how a word of sadness? Li Qingzhao
2, sad pillow three rain, dripping heavy rain. Heavy rain drops, sadness and damage to the north, not used to get up and listen. --Song. Li Qingzhao
3, you ask the return date is not yet due, Bashan ② night rain rises in the autumn pool.
3. Li Shangyin
4, Bianbian water flow, Surabaya water flow, flow to the Guashan ancient ferry, Wu Shan point a little sad.
5. Poem about walking in the rain: walking in the rain
Aimlessly, leisurely: strolling along the riverbank, they strolled side by side on the boulevard.
Walking in the rain: walking leisurely in the rain.
Roam: unrestrained, freely, casually. Green mountains and green water flow by themselves, and swimming fish in the shadow of the lake and clouds. Flower fragrance. Birds, green mountains around, green trees together, lake and mountain color and two compartments. A water lotus flower, fragrant still Tingting. It is the time to enjoy the wine, a beautiful song, where to fly to the immortal egret, such as intention, drink a cup.
The most is the drunkenness, a gust of wind, rainy. The rain in the pavilion, the wine into the water, the flowers fall away. Suddenly heard on the lake flying fairy music, music in the love, drunkenness piano sound outside the sky. Walking in the rain to find the sound to go, the clothes gradually wet end do not regret, for Yi eliminated people tired. The smoke convergence clouds open, about the rising sun. The first thing you need to do is to look for him, but he's not there, and he's not there.
6. Poems about walking in the mountains with lovers in the rain
Waiting for you Waiting for you in the rain in the afterglow, in the rain, in the rain of rainbows Cicadas sinking, frogs rising, a pool of red lotus like flames, in the rain It's the same whether you come or not, and I actually feel that every lotus looks like you Especially in the dusk, in the drizzle, Eternity, in a flash, in a flash, eternity, Waiting for you, outside of time In time, waiting for you. You, in a flash, in eternity If your hand is in my hand, at this moment, if your fragrance is in my nostrils, I will say, "Lover" No, this hand should pick lotus, in the Wu Palace, this hand should shake a laurel oar, in the Magnolia boat, a star hangs in the eaves of the Science Museum, the ears hang like a child, and the Swiss watch says that it is seven o'clock.
Suddenly, you came The red lotus after the rain, fluttering, you came Like a small order, you came from a love story, you came from the words of Jiang Baishi, rhyming, you came Raccoon Creek Sand Era: Yuan Author: Zhao Yong Green locks the moth eyebrow parting hate thick. The first time I tried it, I was afraid of the spring breeze.
The love affair is only for the two West-East. The curtains are rolled up with jade hooks and the clouds are faint, while the fragrance of the golden ducks is fading and the rain is drizzling.
All these feelings are in the unspeakable. Three Songs of Rain Era: Song Author: Zhao Fan The clouds are deep and I don't see the mountains, and the rain is still covering the trees.
We are in love with each other, and we are in love with each other, and we are in love with each other. The Fish Touches Children Sending Huang Renbo back to Fengcheng, when Renbo put his concubine back home Era: Yuan Author: Zhang Zhu The autumn night in Chu Township is in a hurry, and the lone bird flew over Nanpu.
The same peach leaves can be melancholy, a barge carrying the spring first to go. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've got.
Asked the song appendix, once heard people whispering. The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it.
To the maple tree and stream bridge, reed flower field house, Jian candle lying down to listen to the rain. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
You will remember.
The first thing you need to do is to get the ball rolling, and you'll be able to do it on your own.
The first thing you need to do is to sing with your friends and family. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to go with the car, and then call for the wine, and then give it back to the country.
7. Find a poem describing a woman walking in the rain in Jiangnan
Rainy Lane Dai Wangshu Rainy Lane holding an umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy lane, I hope to meet a lilac like the knot of sadness of the girl.
She has the same color as lilacs, the same fragrance as lilacs, and the same sorrow as lilacs, and she is grieving in the rain, grieving and wandering. She is wandering in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, like me, silently walking (chì chù), indifferent, bleak, and despondent.
She approached in silence, and cast a general gaze, she drifted like a dream, like a dream of the general poignant confusion. Like a branch of lilacs floating through the dream, the rainy alley (3) I floated by the side of this girl; she silently far, far away, to the decrepit (pǐ) hedge wall, walk through the rainy alley.
In the dirge of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance dispersed, and even her breathless gaze, lilac melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonesome rainy alley, I hope to float through a lilac like a girl with a sorrowful knot.
8. Poem about walking in the rain: walking in the rain
Aimlessly, leisurely walking: strolling along the riverbank, they strolled side by side on the boulevard.
Walking in the rain: walking leisurely in the rain.
Roam: unrestrained, freely, casually. Green mountains and green water flow by themselves, and swimming fish in the shadow of the lake and clouds. Flower fragrance. Birds, green mountains around, green trees together, lake and mountain color and two compartments. A water lotus flower, fragrant still Tingting. It is the time to enjoy the wine, a beautiful song, where to fly to the immortal egret, such as intention, drink a cup.
The most is the drunkenness, a gust of wind, rainy. The rain in the pavilion, the wine into the water, the flowers fall away. Suddenly heard on the lake flying fairy music, music in the love, drunkenness piano sound outside the sky. Walking in the rain to find the sound to go, the clothes gradually wet end do not regret, for Yi eliminated people tired. The smoke convergence clouds open, about the rising sun. I've been looking for him for a long time, but I can't see him, and he's broken into pieces on the lake.