Poems about the Rain Water solar term 2017 Rain Water solar term ancient poems selection

Rainwater is the second solar term of the twenty-four solar terms, and the precipitation during the Rainwater solar term is generally very high. Next, let us learn about the Rain Water solar term through poems.

Poems about the Rain Water solar term

"rainwater"
The sound of sweet rain moistens the earth, and the east wind blows the green willows.

The coldness gradually fades away and the rivers smile; the warmth gradually flows and all things come to life.

The wheat seedlings grow vigorously due to the rain, and the luxuriant bamboo leaves accompany the flourishing plum blossoms.

Every household knows the most about farm affairs, and they prepare plows and machines to plow the fields.

Seven-character quatrain: Rainy season
The wind from the suburban hills chases away the remaining snow, while the water from the valley stream brings broken ice.

The naughty boy pointed at the wild geese in the clouds and asked, when will the mountain flowers bloom here?

Early Spring Rain by Han Yu

The rain in the sky is as soft as butter, and the grass looks green at a distance but is not there when you get close.
The best time of the year is spring, which is far better than the willows and smoke all over the imperial capital.

"After the Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You

The world has become as thin as gauze over the years. Who made the horse rider come to Beijing?

I listened to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sold apricot blossoms in the deep alley the next morning.

I write casually on a piece of paper, and share my tea with my friends through the sunny window.

Don't sigh about the dust in your plain clothes, you can still get home before Qingming Festival.

"Happy Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu

Good rain knows its season, and it happens in spring.

It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening everything silently.

The wild paths and the clouds are all dark; only the fire on the river boat is bright.

In the morning, I see the red wet area and the heavy flowers in the Jinguan City.

"After the Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You

The world has become as thin as gauze over the years. Who made the horse rider come to Beijing?

I listened to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sold apricot blossoms in the deep alley the next morning.

I write casually on a piece of paper, and share my tea with my friends through the sunny window.

Don't sigh about the dust in your plain clothes, you can still get home before Qingming Festival.

"Night Rain Sent to the North" by Li Shangyin

You ask me when I will return, but there is no date. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond.

When shall we light the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?

"Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin I lie down in my white jacket in the new spring, feeling sad at the desolate Baimen.

The red building looks cold through the rain, and the pearl-covered lantern returns alone.

The long journey makes me sad that spring is fading, yet I still have vague dreams in the waning sky.

How can the letter sealed in jade bell be delivered? A wild goose flies across thousands of miles of clouds.

"Spring Cold" by Wang Mian Spring is cold and rainy, and there are few wheels and horses in remote areas. The humidity darkens the mountains, and a solitary plum blossom grows low near bamboo.

Hungry birds gather in the empty forest, wild foxes cry in the cold city. Looking back at Guanhe Road, the dusty road is confusing.

"Reduced Character Magnolia" by Liu Chenweng

There are no lights to see. Rain Water comes in the middle of the first lunar month. Explore the cocoon and push the plate. Explore every word of the history.

The old man of Tongtuo. It is said that Xuanhe is like Tianbao. Five hundred years ago. I once went to Hangzhou to see the Lantern Festival.