Poems written about the Grain Rain through the ages:
"Grain Rain" by Zuo Heshui
The rain is frequent, the frost breaks and the air is clear and peaceful, the willow is green and the tea is fragrant and the swallow makes a shuttle. The Bugu crows and sows in the twilight of spring, and there are many things to be done in planting and planting.
The Valley Rain
Ju Pulley
The sky is full of points, and the virtual eaves are written in a dream. I know the rain will fall tomorrow, but I have no plan to stop the wind of flowers.
The stone islet is the best place to get a good idea, and the straw raincoat is the best place to get a good idea. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the government.
After the rain, Wang Yan
Flower gas is thicker than the fragrance of the hundred and incense, the outskirts of the slow arm chat soaring. The color of spring in the pot is not old, and the small white and light red color is on the short wall.
Plain fields and green waves of wheat in the fall are near, and the old farmer's intention is to be raised. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
It's a long day in the spring, and I've been drinking a lot of wine, so I've been crazy about it. I feel sorry for myself, but I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm not sure I can do anything about it.
"Magnolias in Slow Motion" by Wang Yun
When I asked about the color of spring in Dongcheng, I was thinking about the rainy season of the valley and the peony season. The peony is in its prime. I think of the previous day's buds, the recent reddish color, and the reddish lamp branches.
Liu Lang, who is heavily in love with flowers, asked Wu Ji to get drunk by the side of the willow and the Wah Pavilion. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of stockings, and the second thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes.
The spring breeze of a hundred turns of embroidered Luo surrounded. You can see the colorful clouds flying. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
Half of the spring is short and long by the pavilion, diffuse a cup, through the grass to the slanting sunshine. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get the best out of the yellows, but I can't stand the thought of leaving the house.
Seven-Language Poem by Zheng Banqiao
No wind, no rain, it's sunny and mild, and the bamboo pavilion has a good festival. I love it when guests arrive in the cool of the evening, and I have a pot of fresh tea to make pineapples.
Several branches of new leaves of Xiao Xiao bamboo, several strokes of horizontal chapped light mountain. The first thing you need to do is to get a cup of tea and sit down with it.