Verses about the philosophy of rain, about the philosophy of rain

Poppy: Listen to the rain.

Yuan-Jiang Jie The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle was dim.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are calling the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the pre-step drips until dawn.

Perception of life. It's a bit like the mood of that song. Although it is not written about rain, it is also a philosophy about life.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. Now I feel sad and want to talk about it.

I want to say that I will not rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

Xianyang City East Building".

Tang Xu Hun is sad when he goes up to a high-rise building, and the poplars and willows are like Tingzhou.

The clouds of the river are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

Under the birds, the green Qinyuan is in the evening, and the cicadas are singing in the autumn of the Han Palace.

Pedestrians don't ask about the year, so the east of the country comes to Weishui.

The poem's "The clouds are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings."

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens, sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

Piles of dark clouds, like cyan flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea seized the bolts of lightning and extinguished them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightning bolts, like fiery snakes, swam in the sea and disappeared in a flash.

Storm! The storm is coming!

This is the brave petrel, flying proudly in the roaring sea, in the midst of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:

Let the storm come harder!

Gorky, "The Petrel".

In the rainy season, the slightest drizzle falls. They come to earth with a gentle wind.

Drops of rain dance freely in the sky, drawing beautiful arcs in the air. They whisper. "I am a child of the earth, and now I will return to its bosom.

Put on sparkling earrings for delicate flowers," Raindrop said happily. The raindrops around them danced and said, "I won't be as stupid as you, my life is almost over, and I still think about others."

I must show my best side at the last minute. As he spoke, it struck a graceful pose in the air again. It's like a fairy flying everywhere, roaming all over the sky.

And the raindrop did not waver its thoughts because of its words, it silently said in its heart: "I was born to serve the good world, my life is short and insignificant, this is God gave me a small body." It's something I can't change.

But I am still a small force, although it is not enough to contribute much to the world, but I would rather give up my life to bring more glory to the world.

And so the rain fell in big drops. Some of them fell on the grass, bringing the green of life to the grass. Some of them fall on the flowers, making it even more red.

Footprints of rain have been left on the willow leaves and on the high mountains. Where there is it, it is the most brilliant place in spring, and it brings brilliance and vigorous vitality to all things. "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. Perhaps, this is the best praise for rain.

When the morning came, they also faded away. Maybe people don't even know they're coming. But their figures are buried deep in our hearts and will never change color.

The wind blew, as if leaving their shadows in obscurity.

They are willing to break their bones to pieces, but also in exchange for the glory of the world, this should be an eternal memory in our hearts.

Ancient poems about rain:

1.Good rain knows the season of the old hall, when spring is happening. —Du Fu, "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night".

2.Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain - Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon".

3.The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. —Su Shi "Drinking on the Lake After the Rain".

4.The moon is hazy, and a pear blossom is drizzling. —From Chen Kefujian's "Bean Leaf Yellow".

5.The rain is urgent, the mountain stream rises, and the clouds are low. —From Dai Shulun's "Sulingyan Temple".

6.The love of Beijing has changed for many years, and I suddenly heard the spring rain and remembered the south of the Yangtze River. —From Yu Ji's "Listening to the Rain".

7.The clouds of the river are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings. —From Xu Hun's "Xianyang City East Building".

8.The spring rain is enough, and it dyes a stream of new green. —From Wei Zhuang's "The Golden Gate".

9.The autumn wind deliberately dyes the yellow flowers, and it rains a few bleak times. —From Lu Weilao's "A Falling Rope".

10.The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none. It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital. —Tang Hanyu, "Early Spring Chengshui Zhang Eighteen Members".

11.Don't listen to the sound of Qingsheng beating the leaves through the forest, why not howl and walk slowly. Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. —From Su Shi's "Fixing the Storm".

12.The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. —From Su Shi's "Drinking the Lake After the First Sunny Rain".

13.A wild goose falls to the end of the sky, and the floating rain of thousands of mountains comes at the beginning. —From Cha Shenxing's "Dengbao Wu Tower".

14.The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is dusty and rainy. —From Nanwen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang".

15.During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. —Du Mu, "Qingming".

16.In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs. —The Covenanter

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot. Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

The rain hit the pear blossom and closed the door, mistook the youth, and forgot the youth. Tang Yin's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Rain Hitting Pear Blossoms and Deep Closed Doors".

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. Zhinan's "Quatrain".

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier fell into a dream. Lu You's "November 4th Wind and Rain".

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny. Liu Yuxi's "Two Bamboo Branch Words: One of them".