The awning window is stormy and awkward. What is Wang Xi Road in Huaiyang? No one asked about the main wine.
The wind was beating against the awning window, and it was raining in Mao Mao, and it was hard to get rid of the haze. I have to think about it and write poems and lyrics. Looking west at Huaiyang, where are you going today? Looking forward to a letter, I took my glass and asked the boatman for a number.
2. "More jade and incense"-Tang Dynasty literature
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
The buttonwood tree outside the window was wet by the cold rain in the middle of the night, whether she was sad for the departure in the room or not. Drop by drop, raindrops pounded the leaves of buttonwood and fell on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
3. A rainy night remembers friends from the north-Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.
You asked me the date of going home, but it was difficult to decide the date. There is heavy rain in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pool. When can we have a long talk by candlelight and tell each other our thoughts in the rainy night tonight?
4. "Fu, rain and wind send people"-the second visit to the public in the Song Dynasty
Wind and rain give people away, and wind and rain keep people alive. The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go. Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad. Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs.
It is the spring rain that sends people away, and it is also the spring rain that keeps people. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was the wind and rain that urged people to leave. Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.
5. Long lovesick rain-Song Si Wanyong
One, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite.
It has been raining, listening to the sound of rain outside the window until it is deep and it is difficult to sleep. The banana in the rain and the oil lamp in the house seem to be sentimental at this time, comforting me lonely.
2. The poem 1 describes the thoughts of rainy days. It was cold and sad, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. All (dū) people have no intention of drinking at the door and are reluctant to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
2. Affectionate parting is worse than (n m) since ancient times, leaving the Qing Autumn Festival in the cold! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? The rustling sound outside the window kept ringing, and I was awakened. I looked out of the window, and it turned out to be raining. The road was wet, and the rain fell from the sky and fell drop by drop before my eyes. My heart trembled slightly, and my mood relaxed with the rain in front of me. I haven't enjoyed the rain scene for a long time, feeling the fragrant, warm and unusual rain. The feeling after rain is refreshing. It's like washing away your dust and troubles, and everything becomes clean, just like the sky after the rain. 4. Blue sky, shining green leaves, glowing green grass, and air with earthy fragrance. The day after the rain is completely different from that before the rain, and the mood is the same. 5. Rain, falling on the ground, soaking in the soil and slowly infiltrating, has a course, bit by bit, which makes me completely unable to feel this process. Until my hair was wet with rain and my eyes were blurred, I couldn't tell whether it was a waterway or a dirt road. I stopped, but I woke up. He has dissolved into my life, just like the process of rain infiltrating into the soil. 7. I like walking on the garden path with an umbrella in the drizzle, feeling and enjoying the scene in the rain; I like to pick up a pen when the rain comes and write some articles about the rain, which is thought-provoking. My feelings are in the rain and melt in it. I like to stand alone in front of the windowsill and watch the rain fall from the sky. The sound of rain forms a beautiful arc in mid-air, and it is a different feeling and comfort to listen attentively to the sound of rain.
3. Poems about missing someone on rainy days.
1, the wind and rain give people away, and the wind and rain keep people alive. The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go. Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad. Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs. -From the Song Dynasty: You Jigong's "Buji, Wind and Rain Send People"
Interpretation of the vernacular: it is the spring rain that gives people away and the spring rain that keeps people. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was also the wind and rain that urged people to leave. Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.
Two, one, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. -From the Song Dynasty: Chanting "The Rain of Long Acacia"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been raining, listening to the sound of rain dripping outside the window, it is difficult to sleep until it is deep. The banana in the rain and the oil lamp in the house seem to be sentimental at this time, comforting me lonely. Dreams are hard to come true, and this hatred is hard to disappear. The rain outside the window keeps falling, and whether the sad people like it or not, the rain doesn't stop until dawn.
3, Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and it rained at night in Qiuchi. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Notes for a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night.
Interpretation of the vernacular: You asked me when I would go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At the moment, evening rain is falling, and the autumn rain is full of Hechi. When can I go back to my hometown, and we can talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I'll be a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the drizzle and tell you how lonely I am and how much I miss you!
4. What poems describe "I miss my sweetheart in rainy days"? 1, the dream on the roof is at five o'clock, and the flower bottom is in March rain.
From Song Yanshu's "Lou Yu Spring Hate"
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off. The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March. (parting sadness: parting love)
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
Explanation:
Young people can always easily abandon the farewell people on the Changting ancient road where willows and flowers are flourishing. The five-watch bell on the roof awakened the dream of leaving people, and the spring rain in March at the end of the flower added to my sadness. Where can a heartless person know the distress of a sentient person? An inch of acacia is inextricably linked. No matter how far the horizon is, that day will have an end, but that lovesickness has no end and will never stop.
2. Find your way in the dream, flying rain and falling flowers.
-Excerpt from Yan's Song Cao Bu's First Opinion.
When you and your partner play games on the steps, we will meet first, and when you and your female friend are upstairs, we will meet again. The girls are playing games in the competition. I saw you on the grass in front of the rank, like other girls, your clothes were covered with dew, and your hair was swaying in the breeze. I was deeply impressed by that lively and beautiful mood.
The other is the seventh festival, and girls must have needles at night. I hate Jin Pingkong when I'm sober. Unexpectedly, at the end of the year, Iraqis are like dark clouds, and they don't know where to go.
Explanation:
The first time we met was when you and your girlfriend were mowing the grass in front of the steps, and the second time we met was when you and your girlfriend were threading needles upstairs. Girls play grass games. I saw you mowing the grass in front of the steps with other girls. Your skirt was covered with dew, and the Hosta on your head trembled in the wind. That lively and beautiful modality left a deep impression on me.
Another time is Tanabata, and girls wear needles in Yue Bai at night. I met you again in the needle-piercing building, only to see you dressed up, with a bright green eyebrow and a blushing face. We are affectionate, but ethereal. Unexpectedly, the Chinese New Year is like water, and the Iraqi people are like clouds and disappeared.
3, the rain broke the tears of the phoenix tree, and the sadness turned over.
From the Qing Dynasty Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand Rain Rest Wu Tong Tears First Harvest"
Rain breaks the phoenix tree, tears begin to harvest, and self-pity and self-pity. I hate old relationships that cost money.
The peach man has gone, and the moss marks are empty. Where are the eyebrows like hooks?
Explanation:
The autumn rain stopped, and the plane leaves stopped dripping, as if they didn't shed tears. Re-remember and release your feelings. I thought I had a wonderful relationship with someone I missed. (Memories) That beautiful figure, peach blossom face, but people have left (but people don't know where to go). Only petite shoe prints were left on the moss-covered path. Where are the people who miss each other? Only lonely people are like the bright moon.
4, the night rain drops empty steps, lonely house dreams, sad mood.
From the Song Dynasty Liu Yong's "Tail Offender, Night Rain Drips Empty Steps"
At night, the rain outside the window drops on the empty steps, and the lonely hostel in the hostel suddenly wakes up, feeling sad and desolate inside. This kind of leisure is hard to describe with pictures. Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and the sound of cricket is bitter. The night will be as long as the night, and the bottles will soon fall down. I always have a good sleep alone in the most unprovoked places.
The beauty in the distance should blame me for not keeping my promise after parting. Remember, she cut a lock of hair as a reunion after the reunion, which seems more difficult to cash. When can you fill in new words and drink wine in the depths of the boudoir? If I can still laugh, I will exchange the golden ball for such an opportunity.
Explanation:
At night, the rain outside the window dripped on the empty steps. I suddenly woke up and was alone in the hotel, feeling sad and sad. This kind of leisure is difficult to describe with pictures. Autumn is getting deeper, crickets are bitter, the night will be over, and snuff will soon fall. The most boring moment, always let the night pass in the loneliness of solitary sleep.
The beauty in the distance should blame me for not keeping my promise after leaving. I remember that at the beginning, she cut off a lock of hair as an agreement to meet again after parting. It seems that this is getting harder and harder to cash. When can I fill in new words and drink wine in the quiet boudoir? If I can laugh with you again, I will exchange the golden pearls for this opportunity.
5, the rain is brighter than the moon, and it is cold.
Autumn Sunset in Gan Caozi by Liu Yong in Song Dynasty.
Autumn dusk. Fall on the fallen lotus, the real pearl falls on the rain. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.
There is no companion in the pool beside the fence. Nai this, lonely mood. But they share parrots in a golden cage. Read the words of Pink Lang.
Explanation:
One night in autumn, it rained cats and dogs. The lotus in the pond was beaten, and the raindrops were as crystal as pearls. After the rain stopped and the wind stopped, the bright moon rose. Yuanyangpu is air cooled. She stared at the railing alone, sad and lonely. Lonely sleep tormented her heart. She stood by the birdcage, teasing the parrot and telling it how much she missed her husband.
5. Poems of Missing in Rainy Days-Notes for Northern Friends in Rainy Nights (Acacia)
Li shangyin
When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool.
When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.
Lianhuan Xie
Zhou Bangyan
Resentment without trust. The lover is cut off, and the news is far away. Faithful and skillful, Jie Lianhuan is like wind and rain, and the fog is light and the clouds are light. Swallow house is empty, dark dust lock, string rope bed. Want to move roots and change leaves, all in the old days, hand-planted red medicine.
Du Ruo was born in Tingzhou. The boat bends along the coast, and people are on the horizon. Memories, listening to books and gossiping that day, will always be burned. Shui Yi Spring Festival, hope to send me, Jiangnan plum calyx. Fight for this life, drink for flowers and cry for Iraq.
Evil in Yuefu
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life. There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
6. What poems describe rainy days? 1, Rhyme of the Spring Festival Evening with Full Moon, Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu.
The lush grass is in a mess, and I'm worried about the sunset.
Don't drink short wine, draw a boat in Pinghu and enjoy the willows.
A birdsong, a rainy night and a shareholder wind.
Peach blossoms blow out, where is beauty, and the door is red.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: lush grass and heavy clouds are shrouded in a bloody sunset. I remember drinking goodbye with you in the pavilion. At that time, as now, there was a painting boat floating on the green lake and a beautiful horse under the weeping willow. Birds are singing, and under the spring rain, it brings a shareholder wind. The east wind blew off all the peach blossoms, but the beautiful woman is still far away.
2, "Operator Wind and Rain to Send People" Song Dynasty: You stabbed the public.
Wind and rain give people away, and wind and rain keep people alive.
The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go.
Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad.
Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs.
Interpretation of the vernacular: it is the spring rain that gives people away and the spring rain that keeps people. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was also the wind and rain that urged people to leave. Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.
3. "A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain.
You asked me when I would go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At the moment, evening rain is falling, and the autumn rain is full of Hechi. When can I go back to my hometown, and we can talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I'll be a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the drizzle and tell you how lonely I am and how much I miss you!
4,' Send He Fu to Long 'an Xiaoyu' Song: Wang Anshi
Waste smoke and cool rain help others mourn, and tears dye their skirts without knowing it.
Except for the spring breeze and the green beach, it's like watching you cross the river.
Interpretation of the vernacular: the smoke in the wild and the cold rain make people even more sad. I didn't even know that tears soaked my collar. Without the spring breeze, the reeds on the river bank are still green, just like when I sent you across the river.
5, "The Leaking Jade Furnace Fragrance" in Ting Yun, Tang Wen.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.
A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Vernacular translation: The buttonwood tree outside the window was wet by the cold rain in the middle of the night, whether she was sad for leaving in the room or not. Drop by drop, raindrops pounded the leaves of buttonwood and fell on the deserted stone steps until dawn.
7. What 1 poems are there about "Acacia in rainy days"? When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool. When will I go back, I will watch snuff at the west window, face to face, and the smell of evening rain. -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's Notes for a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night.
Interpretation of the vernacular: You asked me when I would go back, but I haven't set a date yet. At the moment, evening rain is falling, and the autumn rain is full of Hechi. When can I go back to my hometown, and we can talk while cutting candles under the west window? Then I'll be a guest in Bashan tonight and listen to the drizzle and tell you how lonely I am and how much I miss you!
Two, one, one more. The lights in the banana window outside the window are infinite. Dreams are hard to achieve, and hatred is hard to level. People who don't care don't like to hear it, and the empty steps fall. -From the Song Dynasty: Chanting "The Rain of Long Acacia"
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: It has been raining, listening to the sound of rain dripping outside the window, it is difficult to sleep until it is deep. The banana in the rain and the oil lamp in the house seem to be sentimental at this time, comforting me lonely. Dreams are hard to come true, and this hatred is hard to disappear. The rain outside the window keeps falling, and whether the sad people like it or not, the rain doesn't stop until dawn.
3, the wind and rain give people, and the wind and rain leave people. The cup and plate leave you in a hurry, and the wind and rain urge you to go. Tears are unclear, eyebrows are still sad. Don't go upstairs tomorrow, it's raining upstairs. -From the Song Dynasty: You Jigong's "Buji, Wind and Rain Send People"
Interpretation of the vernacular: it is the spring rain that gives people away and the spring rain that keeps people. At the farewell party, people said goodbye in a hurry, and it was also the wind and rain that urged people to leave. Tears never dried up, and there was sadness in my brow. Don't look up at the tall buildings when I miss you tomorrow. There is a lot of wind and rain upstairs.
4, bleak smoke and cool rain help others worry, tears dyed clothes do not know. Except for the spring breeze and the green beach, it's like watching you cross the river. -From the Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's "Sending Peace to Long 'an as a Light Rain"
Interpretation of the vernacular: the smoke in the wild and the cold rain make people even more sad. I didn't even know that tears soaked my collar. Without the spring breeze, the reeds on the river bank are still green, just like when I sent you across the river.
5, a cloud, a jade shuttle, a light shirt thin. This snail is very light. There are many autumn winds, the sound of rain is harmonious, and there are three bananas outside the curtain. The night is long and helpless! -From the Tang Dynasty: Li Yu's Sauvignon Blanc Cloud Vortex
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: a pile of coiled bun with a hairpin inserted on it, and a light coat with a light skirt, I don't know why I frowned slightly. Standing alone in front of the window, the wind and rain are mixed, and the bananas outside the window are also in twos and threes. What should I do in this long lonely night?
8. Poems for rain and missing lovers 1, like a dream last night, the rain suddenly dispersed.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. You know what? You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
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Although it rained thinly last night, the wind kept blowing. I slept soundly all night, but I still felt a little drunk after waking up.
So I asked the maid who was rolling blinds what was going on outside, and she only said to me, "Begonia flowers are still the same." Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be lush green leaves and withered red flowers.
2, butterfly lovers, warm rain, sunny wind, first frozen.
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Warm rain, sunny wind, the beginning of breaking ice, the eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heart of spring. Who shares wine and poetry? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy.
At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix. There is no good dream when you are alone in grief, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night.
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Warm rain and warm wind sent away a trace of winter chill. Willow leaves are growing, plum blossoms are in full bloom, and spring is coming. This dignified young woman has also been awakened by this spring.
Without a lover, who can talk about wine and poetry with him? Tears ran down the young woman's cheeks, leaving powder on her face. The young woman tried on a coat sewn with gold thread, but her mind was not on the clothes. She leaned against the pillow mercilessly and crushed the hairpin on her head, and she didn't care.
How can she have a good dream when she is lonely and sad? Only in the middle of the night, holding snuff in my hand, thinking about my lover.
3, butterfly lovers, rain, rain, scattered on fire
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The rain is thin and the fire is splashing. The swing in the alley is still unclear. Apricot buds are fragrant and broken. Pink and faded white rouge.
Bitterness is frustrated by emotion. Sick and tired, as muddy as a year. Around the cloister, sitting alone. Moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock.
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After a peach blossom rain, it started to rain sleet. Before Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, the swing in the community began to swing. A flower on the top of the apricot is blooming, and the reddish flower is picked and turned into a white flower, as if it had been soaked in rouge gouache.
Suffering from the pain of each other's affection, I feel depressed, as if I had spent a year. Husband and wife run all over the corridor and sit alone in the cloister. It was midnight when I locked the door in the dark.
4, Huanxisha Chao Fu Yu Han Qi
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Rainy days are full of cold worries, which can be returned to apricot flowers. Last year, the barrel was high and light.
If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.
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This continuous rain is like constant sadness. I vaguely remember that last year we went to the apricot garden to play, and we climbed the branches together to pick flowers, which was lightest and neatest than anyone else.
The smoke in the incense burner fills the air gently, and the sleeves turn purple in the fire. Wearing a blue shirt, my face is swollen and dizzy. How vast the world is, there is still no place to find and place that affection.
5, the wind is loose, listen to the wind and rain.
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Listen to the wind and rain. Worried about grass and flowers. In front of the building is a dark road with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness. In the cold spring, I was drinking wine, and I dreamed of singing warblers.
Xiyuan sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoying the new sunshine. The wasp frequently pounces on the Xiang Qiu rope. It has both time and delicate hands. I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy. The secluded steps are covered with moss all night.
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Listening to the wind and rain, a person lives a clear and lonely life. Flowers buried everywhere, I am full of sadness to draft the inscription of buried flowers. The place where I said goodbye in front of the building is now a dense shade.
Every wisp of willow has tenderness. It's chilly in spring, and I'm drinking alone, trying to reunite with the beauty through my dream, but I'm awakened by Yingying's song. I send people to clean the pavilions and Woods in the West Garden every day, but I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the new sunny day.
Bees often pounce on the swings and ropes you swing on, and the fragrance you leave in your hands. How sad I am, there is always no news of your beautiful image. On the lonely and empty steps, the moss grown overnight has turned green.