Poems about missing someone on a rainy day
1. The wind and rain send people here, the wind and rain keep them here. The wind and the rain drive me away. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this. I'm not going to go upstairs tomorrow, because there is a lot of wind and rain upstairs. The tears in my eyes have never dried up, and my brow is frozen with sadness, so don't go up to the tallest building and look away tomorrow when you are thinking of each other, there are many miserable winds and bitter rains upstairs.
2, a sound, a more and more. The window banana window light, this time unlimited love. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Do not say that the sad people do not like to hear, empty steps drop to the bright. The banana in the rain and the oil lamp in the house seemed to become sentimental at this time, comforting the lonely me. Dreams are difficult to fulfill, this hate is difficult to eliminate, the rain outside the window does not care about the sad people like to hear, is still non-stop down, the raindrops have been dripping to the dawn before stopping.
3, you ask the return date is not yet period, Bashan night rain rises autumn pool. When I cut the candles on the west window, I talked about the rain on the night of Bashan. At this moment the night rain of Bashan is pattering, and the rain rises to fill the river pools of autumn. When can I go back to my hometown, under the west window we cut candles while talking, then I will say to you, tonight as a guest in Bashan listening to the continuous night rain, how lonely I am, how much I miss you!
2. urgently need a self-composed modern poem about the rainy daythe rain passed
the dust of the past has been
willow bleak
today I come to think
title rain xi xi xi
since the love
should not let go of the
since the pain
will not allow the parting of the
rain in the memories
Because of you
We've forgotten each other in the rain
It's just because I miss you
I've worked tirelessly
Not only to prove myself
But also to hold your hand
Walking in the rain and wind
I'm no longer a young man in the wind and the snow
You're no longer a young girl who loves and hates to be with you
When the sun goes down, the sun goes down, the sun goes up, and the sun goes down.
When the sun sets
There are only thoughts
In the rain
The miserable rain
Scattered in the sky
But your eyes
Are the most unforgettable love of my life
Ink drips and wounds are caused
The rain becomes a pain
We are together for a while
But it's not for long
Disappearing in the wind and rain ......
No matter if it's a long-lasting relationship
Or if we meet in the most beautiful years
All I ask
Is that I put on your wedding gown with my own hands
All I want is to
Paint your brow for you for the rest of your life
In the rain that should have belonged to both of us
You're the only one missing
Leaving me alone
Chillingly miserable
Leaving me alone
Wasted in the rain and wind
The sky is drizzling with tiny raindrops
Seemingly mocking me for my foolishness... ...
Rain is another form of water. Therefore, this poem is written in a very watery way. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and how I'm doing it!
I'm sorry!
3. Modern poems about rain, 101. Rainy Lane Dai Wangshu, holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long, lonely rainy lane, I hope to meet a lilac girl with a sorrowful heart who has a lilac color, a lilac fragrance, a lilac sorrow, a lilac sadness, and who is grieving and wandering in the rain, and who is holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking in silence like me. I hope that a lilac-like girl with sorrowful feelings will pass by. Waiting for You, in the Rain Yu Guangzhong Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain of rainbows Cicadas fall, frogs rise, a pool of red lilies is like a red flame, in the rain, it's the same whether you're coming or not, but it feels that every lotus looks like you, especially in the twilight, in the rain, in this kind of eternity, in the twinkling, in the twilight, in the twilight, in the twilight, in this kind of rain. If your hand were in mine, if your fragrance were in my nostrils, I'd say, "Lover, this hand should be picking lotuses, and this hand should be shaking an osmanthus pulp in a magnolia boat, and a star hangs from the eaves of the Science Museum, and a pendant hangs from the ear, and the Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you're walking along, and the red lotuses after the rain are fluttering, and you're walking along, like a little song, from the story of love, and you're walking along, and you're walking along, and you're walking along, and you're walking along, and you're walking along, and it doesn't matter if you come or not. The rain is so fascinating that the sky embraces it and lets go of its attachments like a message to those who have been wandering for a long time, so hurry up and go home! Late at night, in the drizzle, a girl walking with an umbrella, with black hair, softly humming a faint tune, walks through a fork in the road, and enters an alley, walking with an umbrella, in the depths of the rain, and then silently appearing through the crowds on the rainy street, wandering around. --I approached this girl, not daring to look at her in the hazy night, not daring to say, "Girl-- she's sad, or she's sorrowful, and she paces quietly in the deserted streets, still singing a beautiful song, and it's raining, and in the quiet streets, I met this quiet girl, wearing a dark, dark coat. The girl, with her long dark hair, walking under the streetlight, nodded a little at me, but did not greet me. I stopped and looked at her slender figure, but did not say a word. The rain continued to fall, and the girl, she, walked away into the depths of the rain, and the figure, and the song, gradually, gradually, gradually, dissolved into the rainy night. I stood in the street, in the hazy rain, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, in the hazy rain, and the rain, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently, silently. I stand on the street in the misty rain, silently, silently, towards the deep emergence of the rain. 4. "One rain and another rain are lining up" One rain and another rain are lining up, waiting for a snow to sue God. I, the river, but not the water's journey up the mountain path, not yet the afternoon tea on the bank, spring, has become an unpredictable predicament. I, the river, can't pull myself out of the river, and one rain and another rain are lining up, not waiting for a snow to sue God. 5. "The Rain Writings" by Yitong. The first clouds in the sky, after all the vicissitudes of life, converge to form the falling rain, the dashing raindrops, the drenching of memories, the forgetfulness of rain gears for the sake of getting wet. The pouring rain is the catharsis of thunder and lightning's love, accompanied by the roar of the thunder goddesses and the electrician's roar, the hard rain line is pushed and jumps down in aggravation, like an elongated crystal, icy and clean. The rain pours over your anger, opens the umbrella of my soul, lowers my posture and lets it wash away all my memories of happiness and pain. The wind says that the rain is the teardrops of the sky, with its soft flowing streams, crashing around, finding a place to slide down at the end of the glass, searching for the dampness in the crevices of my heart, wanting to evaporate from my memory, and so opening my heart in anticipation of the sunrise. I like the smell of the soil after the rain, the petals fall and stir up the intoxication of the roots, and the rain gives the dusty world a cool writing. 6. "Autumn Rain" The Orchid of Stopping the Water It's an autumn rain again, and it's falling in such a pattering pattern. The silent weeping breaks the silence of this thousand year old city, and it seems to be happy, but not happy, and it looks like Daiyu, like a weak willow brushing against the wind, and it's as hazy as a hand in the air. The haze of not being able to see anything, and it's lost to the children who are going back from school. Can I still see the blurred smiles of the tormented faces, the forgotten corners that are still worthy of remembrance? Look at the delicate flowers outside the window, how can you bear to let them fall? How can you bear to let them fall? I beg you to let her go, the idle man who fishes without a care in the world, the man who wears the straw raincoat tightly, why do you not pay any attention to me? Look at the watch on your wrist, why is it that the man you met with has not yet come, and how can you not make her so irritable? I'm so annoyed that the dusty floor has been refreshed and you're the biggest contributor to the new look You're the biggest contributor to the new look You're the biggest contributor to the new look You're the biggest contributor to the new look You're the biggest contributor to the new look You're the biggest contributor to the new look You're the biggest contributor to the new look You're the biggest contributor to the new look I'm the biggest contributor to the new look I'm the biggest contributor to the new look I'm the biggest contributor to the new look I'm the biggest contributor to the new look You've met you in the wind and the rain You have met you in the rain You have met you in the rain You have met you in the rain You have met me next to you and the wind The flower next to you has met you in the rain The flower next to me has met you in the wind and the wind Four or five crystal petals fell on the heart of the pool of broken thoughts, rippling along the earth pulse expansion can really cut off the latitude line between heaven and earth that weaver weaving a night of love will be broken like gold and jade tomorrow is sure to be wet always lit the top floor of the switch is really broken in the long rainy night she is used to the light into the dream innocently want to see clearly the appearance of the dreamer in the long fantasy of her sleepless eyes.
4. Modern Poetry about Rain1. The light rain rustles down,
watering the green seedlings,
watering the green hope.
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining,
I'm looking up,
Where is the home of the rain?
2. Wind and rain
The wind is always apologetic
The thunder is always unkind
When I was on my way home
The clouds began to pour water
At first
I didn't care about the little bits and pieces
Then
It was so dense and heavy
That I couldn't escape
The clouds were pouring water
The rain was so dense and heavy
It was so heavy that it was pouring on me.
God
I didn't bring an umbrella
In my haste
I crashed into your arms
From then on
my whole life I have been in the wind and rain
3. The Rainy Pond
The Green Lake
The fine rain fell into the water,
and the ripples began to appear.
The wind is blowing in the sun,
a touch of red.
The lotus moves,
The leaves create waves,
The rain drops,
The pool sings,
The rainy lotus accompanies the sunset,
Once upon a time, the water in the fall has a million miles of ripples.
The rain drops,
The water in the fall has a thousand miles of ripples.
4. The city that rains
Yesterday
It rained in the city
From morning to night
From the east to the west
The continuous rain was cool
Sprinkled, but it was a lilac knot
In the smoky rain
Countless longing eyes
Converged to form a deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep.
The starry night sky
The once-familiar city
Why is it raining so suddenly
Drenched in a unique display
Sadness, however
The steel and concrete of the city
The storm is coming
Lightning streaks through the city
Tearing the sky apart
The rain is the tears
The tears are the rain
Tears are rain
The pouring river rages
Flooding the face of the city
Souls in search of dreams flee and fall
At the edge of the city's emerging
Scattered is the sadness of the ground There's a lot here. I've tried my best.
Under the north window, I wrote a poem to repay the coolness.
Where is the rain, like a practice, like frost, and where are the clouds?
The thunder started from the bottom of Ge Xian well, and the rain came from Huang Fei Tower. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and I was very happy to see it.
Who knows that the poem is good, Shandong Li Xun is now talented. Poem Name: August 1 Rainstorm Cool Category: Seven-character Poem Writer: Lu You Sweating on his clothes, who knows that there is such a fast wind! The new coolness is suddenly realized from the world, and the remaining summer heat is really swept away.
The lightest thunder has passed through the forest, and the best rain has come to the curtain. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you've been doing, and you'll be able to do it.
Poem name: 巴东遇小雨(一)类別： 七言绝句 作者： 陆游 暂借清溪伴钓翁，沙边微雨湿孤篷。 Now the poem is in Badong County, not in the wind and snow of Ba Bridge.
Poem Name: Banana Rain Category: Others Author: Yang Wanli The banana is happy when it rains, and the sound is clearer and more beautiful all night long. The small voice is like a fly touching the paper, and the loud voice is like a mountain falling into the spring.
Three points and five points can be heard, and all the music is quiet in the fall. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
Poem Name: Bai Le Tian has a solo music in the rain on Wei Shang Class: Five-character Poem Writer: Zhang Lei Stripped of his official duties and lying in a poor alley, the city is thick with clouds and things. The city wants to go on a boat trip.
The foundation of the pillar is turned into a pond, and the tiles into a torrential stream.
The first thing I did was to get a good look at the movie, and the second thing I did was to get a good look at the movie.
The old man sleeps in the morning and sits down to comb his gray head.
The old man was in bed, and he was sitting up and combing his hair.
I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
Poem Name: Baimazu Stopping the Rain Category: Seven-character Poem Writer: Sima Za The hotel is empty, and I sit and watch the sparse leaves surround the steps. The home town is a thousand miles away from the clouds, and the geese are returning with a sound of smoke and rain.
Zhangpu is a sick man who gets old easily, and Maoling is a hard man to write to. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world.
Poem Name: Bai Shui Mingfu's uncle's house is happy with the rain Category: Five-character stanza Writer: Du Fu My uncle's government is like this, and who has ever done it before. The Bishan is clear and wet, and the Bashui has a lot of rain.
The prayers are not obscure, and what is the meaning of pleasure?
The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
Poem Name: Bao Gong Prayer for Rain Induction Category: Seven-character stanza Writer: Fan Cheng Dai The dried meat original turtle chap twilight spring, clip road furnace incense *** Prayer Shrine. The clouds are all in the air, and the rain is coming in at the feet of ten thousand threads.
The heartless plum dock is still red and blooming, and the intentional rice paddies are all green and nourishing. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what is going on in the world.
Poem Name: Heavy Rainstorm Category: Ancient Poetry in Five Words Writer: Lu You The wind is furious and wants to lift up the house, and the rain comes like a dike. The rain came like a dike. The lamps went out of the windows, and the birds roosted on the eaves.
The summer heat is hot, and the sound of autumn is suddenly miserable. The first time I saw this, I was told that it was the first time I'd ever seen a woman in the world.
Poem Name: Heavy Rainstorm Category: Seven-character stanza Writer: Wei Zhuang Jiangcun is in the summer of thunderstorms, and the rain is clear at night. The waves do not know how deep they are, and the south lake is now leveled with the north lake.
The first: Rain Dots and dashes of rain are crystal clear without modification or coloring a seat sadly a hint of coolness a line of rain a touch of love long rain bunches and rows of rain fall wildly down Purging silt washes the muddy water Drops down the heart of the field of nourishment and smooth Return to the hundreds of rivers heave rain Knot up the floating clouds swept past like a gray hat thrown to the earth Layer after layer of pressure on the top of the heavy landing The heart of the proud to the enemy of the air raid rain condensation freeze frost pure white a piece of lonely and alone pure and pure. No traces of innocence Pure and quiet and carefree Rain Processing and curing Colorless and transparent Crystal lamps light up the heart Crystal haze folds out joy Crystal speechless exudes sincerity Rain Elves on earth roam the world Dashing and fluttering Heaven and earth's energy is all in the rain Rambling and singing and dancing Article 2: Rain Scenery My beloved rain scenery is also abundant: the pattering of the window in the springtime when springtime dreams are in the air, the sound of rapid raindrops striking on the banana leaves, and the misty raindrops whipping the faces of the people; Thunderstorms splashing down from the lightening - but the sky when it is about to rain is my favorite. It is gray but transparent; it holds a silent expectation.
And out of the clouds, out of nowhere, came a clear bird cry Rainy Lane (Dai Wangshu) Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy lane, I hoped to meet a girl with sorrows like lilacs. She is lilac in color, lilac in fragrance, and lilac in sorrow, and she wanders in the rain, sorrowful and wandering; she wanders in the lonesome rainy alleys, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she walks silently, cold, forlorn, and despondent.
She approached silently, approached, and cast a sighing glance, and she floated by, dreamlike, dreamlike, poignant and confused.
In the dirge of the rain, her colors were faded, her fragrance dispersed, dissipated, and even her sighing vision lilac melancholy.
Falling flowers are independent of each other, and swallows fly in the rain. （The weather is late in the fall, after the new rain. （After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather comes in the late autumn. (Su Shi) The evening at the Long Pavilion, the first break in the rain (Liu Yong) I wish I could think of how much fun I had at the beginning, but I don't know that it's hard to get together and get separated, so it's turned into a rainy, hateful, cloudy, and sad experience (Liu Yong) The endless rain is as fine as sadness. （The first time I saw this, I had to go to the hospital. （The most important thing to remember is that it's not just about the way you look at it, it's about the way you look at it. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a guy who had been in the middle of a conversation with me for a while. （The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I saw a kid. It's a good time for spring to start. （Sycamore trees and fine rain are drizzling in the dusk. (Li Qingzhao) The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. (Du Mu) After the rain, the cold is not yet released, and the spring sorrows and wine sicknesses become melancholy (Ouyang Xiu) Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three dots of rain in front of the mountains. (Xin Qiji) Dreaming of the chicken plugs in the light rain, the small building blows through the jade fungus in the cold. (Li Jing) You have no date for your return, but the rain on Bashan Mountain rises in the autumn pool. When will you cut the candles in the west window, but when will you talk about the night rain in Bashan? (Li Shangyin) The rain stops at the end of the night. （The heroes are nowhere to be found, but at Sun Zhongmou's place. The wind and the rain have blown away all the wind and the dance halls and the singing stage. （Xin Qiji: The rain is coming down on the city, the dust is light, and the willows are new. (Wang Wei) Swallows do not return to the late spring, a rain of apricot flowers cold.
6. Modern Poetry about RainRain Love
The gray sky, the rain does not stop falling.
Outside the window, the rain falls from the sky,
sliding down on the sparse banyan leaves.
Lonely him, his heart is in the rain,
Let the rain bring thoughts of you.
Feel it?
Once upon a time, there were pairs of people,
walking on that rainy night.
They were holding the same umbrella, close to each other.
The dim light stretched their silhouettes,
and the wind blew gently across their cheeks on the silent road.
It was their first time,
Do you remember?
Rain
Rain, rain!
You covered the mountains in the distance.
Rain! It's the tears of the sky that wash the world,
I stood in the clearing,
Please wash away my memories too!
Rain, crystal clear, as if it possesses magic,
then,
make my heart like rain too!
My heart wants to be transparent like rain one day,
My heart wants to blossom one day,
like the rain,
and spread out to contribute to the world at last.
Then, shooting star in the distance,
bring my wish to the rain!
Help me fulfill this last little wish.
O Rain, I have always made the mountains my spiritual home,
you have hidden them behind you,
and what about me?
But it's better this way,
you hide me as well,
hiding my heart.
Rain,
Take me with you!
Let me be with you,
come down from the sky together,
wash the earth together,
and blossom together.
Rain,
Take me and float me to heaven!
7. Poem about missing someone on a rainy dayThe rain fell quietly,
The cold night was so quiet.
A person walks under the dim street light,
slowly and silently counting the footsteps on the ground.
Silent thoughts in the air entangled in the heart of the thoughts,
An eager and helpless confusion,
Tangled with the nightmare-like attachment.
At this moment,
Which corner of the city are you in,
Are you wandering the streets late at night with me?
Your face, which has not been seen for a long time,
and the long back of the ground,
is brewing the coldest breath of this winter,
masking the loneliness of this late night.
What's wrong?
The thoughts in my head are filled with memories of the old days,
A heavy depression pierces my aching heart,
In the panic of uncertainty,
I searched carefully,
but I could not find a trace of your love.
The rain,
is still falling silently,
The umbrella in my hand is like a piece of happiness that has fallen to its feet,
slowly slipping from my hand,
drifting in the wind and rain of the long and wordless.
8. A modern poem about rain, urgent"Waiting for you, in the rain"
Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain
Cicadas are sinking, and frogs are rising
A pool of red lotuses, like red flames, are in the rain
It's the same if you come or not, and I actually feel that
every lotus is like you
The rain is so strong that I can see the rain.
Especially through the dusk, through such a fine rain
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, within time,
Waiting for you, in the moment, in the eternity
If your hand is in mine,
At this moment, if your fragrance
is in my nostrils, I will say, "Little Lover
No. This hand should pick the lotus, in Wuhan, in the middle of the world. This hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace
This hand should be
Shaking a handle of laurel pulp, in the Mulan boat
A star hangs on the eaves of the Science Museum
Earring pendants are hanging in general
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock Suddenly, you came
The red lotus after the rain is in the step, fluttering, and you came
Like a little order
From a classic of love, you will find a lot of things that you can say to me.
From a love story, you came
From the words of Jiang Baishi, you came in rhyme
Winter rain
A drizzle of rain
Sprinkled gently on my heart
No umbrella, no poncho
Only a beige coat
The rain was dismal
Like an offering to a departed person, it was a tribute to a flower that was not in its original state. Like a white flower for a departed person
It tells a fairy tale that has never changed
The drizzle
Taps on the dripping porch
There is no retreat, no fear
There is only a heart that runs forward in the direction of the road to be traveled
It's raining in a fascinating way
I'm letting go of my worries in the sky that embraces it
I've been wandering for a long time, and it's been a long time coming. p> Like a message to someone who has been wandering for a long time
Come on, hurry up and go home!
9. 25 modern poems about rain (as short as possible)Rain says
----- Songs for the children living on the land of China
Zheng Chouyu
(Rain says: April has waited for a long time on the land 。。。。。)
The long awaited fields and pastures
The long awaited fishponds and creeks
When the fields have been frozen for the winter and the seeds are confined
The pastures are yellow and have lost their cattle and sheep
When the fishponds are cold and shallow and the fish are stagnant
The creeks have become mute and their songs are out of tune
The rain said, I'm coming, I'm coming to visit April on the earth
I'm coming, I'm coming to visit the earth.
I have come, I walk softly and I speak softly
My love weaves heaven and earth together like silk
I call every child by their sweet and accurate name
I have come, the thunder and lightning are not loud, nor the winds crowded
You may know when I am near
But don't open your umbrella against me
Don't close your umbrella against me
Don't close your door against me.
Don't close your doors and windows, don't lower your curtains
Don't be too busy with your straw raincoat, don't be in a hurry to put on your hat
The rain says, "I have come to the earth to be close to you."
I am a guest of the month of April, with a baptism of spring.
Why don't you lift up your face to me and let me give you a kiss.
Why don't you walk along with me, and follow the rhythm of my steps.
Follow me to tread the soil of the fields that will be moist as oil
To see the pastures that will be sprouting their winter seedlings
Around the pond to say hello to the fish
To listen to the streams practicing their new laundry rhymes
The rain said, "I have come, and I have come to a place that is very far away."
There the mountains are high, and there the clouds are full of light.
I was a child once, and I loved to play as much as you do.
But I was lucky
I grew up laughing in the white cloud's swaddling clothes
First, I want to teach you to be brave and to laugh
Don't you see that the willows laughed and bent their backs
And the stone lions laughed and wept
And the swallows laughed and dipped their wings
The second thing I want to teach you is to be brave and to laugh
I want to teach you to be brave and to laugh
And the second thing I want to teach you is to be brave and to laugh
You have to learn to laugh and to laugh. > The second thing I want to teach you is to laugh bravely
The flag laughed at me and rattled
As long as the flag laughed, there was the sound of spring
As long as you laughed, there was hope for the earth
The rain said, "I am coming, and I am coming, and I will never go back."
When you laughed freely, I rested in peace. One day, you will be eating apples and wiping your mouth
Remember, the sweetness in your mouth is my blessing
10. --- Zhang Zhihe, "Fishing Songs"2. The rain of apricot blossoms is wet on the clothes, and the wind of willow is not cold on the blowing face. ---- Zhinan Monk's "Absolute Verse"
3. The rain of the morning in Weicheng is also light dust, and the color of the willow is new in the guest house. ---- Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er to Envoy Anxi"
4. South of the four hundred and eighty temples, how many buildings in the smoke and rain. ---- Du Mu (杜牧)《江南春绝句》
5. At the end of the night, you can listen to the wind blowing rain, and the iron horse and the icy river come into your dream. ----- Lu You (陆游)《11月4日风雨大作》
6. Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening. ---- Du Fu "Spring Night Joyful Rain"
7. Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain --- Xin Qiji "West River Moon" <
8. The sound of wind and rain at night. ---- Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
9. The rain falls one after another at the time of Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. ----- Du Mu "Qingming"
10. The water is full of color and clear, and the rain is also strange. ---- Su Shi "Drinking on the Lake after the First Clearing Rain"
Two Songs on Drinking on the Lake after the First Clearing Rain
SONG DYNASTY: SU SHI
The water is brimming with clearness, and the mountain color is also strange.
I want to compare the West Lake with Xizi, and the light makeup and thick smear are always appropriate.
Translation
On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with water, and under the sunlight, it is glittering and beautiful. When it rains, the mountains in the distance are shrouded in smoke and rain, sometimes hidden, sometimes appearing, and the eyes are confused, and this hazy scenery is also very beautiful.
If the beautiful West Lake is compared to the beauty of Xishi, then the light makeup or thick makeup, it is always good to highlight her natural beauty and charming charm.
Author Su Shi (1037-1101), the Northern Song Dynasty writer, calligrapher, painter, gourmet. The character Zizhan, the name of Dongpo Jushi. Han nationality, Sichuan people, buried in Yingchang (now Pingdingshan City, Henan Province, Jia County). He was a learned and gifted scholar with an uneven career path, and was a master of poetry, calligraphy and painting. He was a master of poetry, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy. His writings were unrestrained and clear, and he and Ouyang Xiu were known as Ou Su, one of the Eight Great Poets of the Tang and Song dynasties; his poems were fresh and bold, making good use of hyperbole and metaphors, with a unique style of artistic expression, and he was known as Su Huang together with Huang Tingjian; his words opened up the school of boldness and exuberance, which had a great influence on the later generations, and he was known as Su Xin together with Xin Qiji; he was a master of calligraphy in both line and regular script, and he was able to innovate himself, with a rich and staggering use of brush strokes. Calligraphy is good at running script, which can create its own ideas, with rich and tumbling strokes, and has the interest of innocence and royalty, and is called the Four Song Masters together with Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, and Cai Xiang; he studied the same style of painting as Su Dongpo, and advocated the resemblance of God in painting, and advocated the "painting of scholars". He is the author of "The Complete Works of Su Dongpo" and "Dongpo Lefu".
References
Ancient Poetry: http://so.gushiwen.org/search.aspx?value=%e8%8b%8f%e8%bd%bc