What are the ancient poems that write rain scenes and lyrical rain feelings, write rain scenes, and

1. "Spring Night Rain".

Tang Du Fu Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Translation: Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, which is when plants germinate and grow in spring. As the spring breeze falls quietly in the night, it silently moistens all things in spring.

On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the riverboat flickered alone. At dawn, looking at the rain-soaked flowers, delicate and red, the entire Jinguan City became a world of blooming flowers.

2. "Night Rain Sends North".

Don Li Shangyin.

Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.

Translation: You asked me about the date of my return, and the date of return is uncertain, but it is raining heavily in Bashan tonight, and the rain has filled the autumn pond. When will we be able to have a long talk with candles together and pour out our thoughts to each other in the night rain of Bashan tonight.

3. "Outside the Eighteen Members of the Water Department in Early Spring".

Don Hanyu. 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.

Translation: The fine spring rain on Chang'an Avenue is as lubricated as a crisp, and the grass is vaguely connected from a distance, but it looks sparse when you look closely. The most beautiful thing of the year is the scenery of this early spring, which is far better than the late spring when the city is full of green willows.

Fourth, "Poppy Beauty, Listening to the Rain".

Song Jiang Jie. The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles were 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 broken geese are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step ahead, bit by bit until dawn.

Translation: When I was young, I listened to the rain upstairs, the red candles, and the tent was light in the dim light. When people reach middle age, on a small boat in a foreign country, they see the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, and the west wind, a lonely goose that has lost its flock of geese is wailing.

Now people are in their twilight years, their temples are white, and they listen to the drizzle alone under the monk's house. Thinking of the joys and sorrows of the world, it seems that it is always so ruthless, since this is the case, why should you be emotional? Let the rain outside the window drip in front of the steps until dawn.

5. "Quatrain: Ancient Wood Yin Short Canopy".

Song Shi Zhinan.

The ancient wood is tied with a short canopy in the shade, and the cane helps me across the east of the bridge.

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind.

Translation: Parking the boat and tethering it to the shore in the shade of an ancient tree; Walking on crutches across the east side of the bridge to watch the spring sunshine at will. The drizzle of the apricot blossom season kept going on as if it was deliberately trying to wet my clothes; The breeze blowing on the face can no longer feel the cold, and the tender green willow dances with the wind, which is extraordinarily light.

Du Fu's "Spring Night Rain".

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Good rain knows people's wishes, and when the earth urgently needs rain, the rain comes, and it is fortunate that it is timely and early. At night when people are sleeping, the rain is silent, and the ground is thin, unconsciously and tenderly blending into the earth of the limb and the bird, turning into the luster and bright color of life, which is good for moisturizing things silently. Rain is not only spring rain, but also good rain, it knows people's minds, understands people's hearts, so it is gratifying.

Although the word "joy" in the title does not appear in the poem, "the meaning of 'joy' bursts out from the encounter." ”