"Poetry appreciation" listening to rain in the summer, twelve poems listening to rain, there is always a song that writes your mood

In summer, like to listen to the sound of rain! The rain in the summer is interested and imposing, and you are satisfied with your heart and the sun. Listening to the rain in summer is the most charm. The rain in summer has the unrestrained and easy of "black clouds over the mountains, white rain jumping into the boat", and also "rain on the waiwai lightning pond, the sound of rain drops, the sound of rain" poetic Romance also has a fresh atmosphere of "the clear wind and bright moon, and the south building is blind".

Listen to the rain in the summer, sit on the bar, listen to the sound of dripping answers, and taste it in detail. You can hear a kind of meditation!

Drive Yuan Wei to listen to the rain

Song-Lou Key

Xiaoge is clear and clear, and the flowers are clear.

Sitting next to the bed, listening to the sound of rain.

Listen to the rain at night

Song-Shi Shi

The summer rain was deep and deep, and the dreams of bullying were frequently woke up.

Although it was not in autumn, dripping in Indus was also disgusted.

Hear the rain

Song-Zhao Wen

Sleeping and steaming, who pushes the river and fall into the red dust.

Electric light is not exhausted, and the mist is full of doubt.

Driving the sea of ​​the sea, the crescent moon night, the mountainside drums the spring.

Who can write this view, losing the city in the city.

Qingxuanhe-Yunying Tianguang at first at first

Yuan-Zhang Kejiu

Yun Ying's light is at first, and the old tree is helpful.

Everyone Gauli Lake. Listen to rain, listen to the rain.

Listening to the rain

Qing-Chen Zengshou

Whenever the eaves, the waterfall and the waves, Wan Yanlan turned into a dojo.

The provincial knowledge is the taste, and Huzhai listened to the rain the most cooler.

Wu Shanqing-Listen to the rain

Qing-Cao Shenyi

Rain silk. Low.

The curtain is low. Listening to the rain poem.

Linghe pond. Can Wuzhi.

When the cold light is dazzling. Sorrow only knows.

Yushan Creek-Listen to Rain

Qing-Wang Fuzhi

Leisurely throw a few more, like a ruthless tears.

Sake silent, teach doubts, and teach.

The mountain stream is sloppy, let alone guess,

It seems to be drunk, all is unnecessary, and the galaxy is abusing.

Yuan Yun was empty and unable to support the sky.

Lotus small pavilion should be difficult to stay and be crispy.

Lonely faint, thin shadow is not clear,

Sorrow, who is the soul, the heart is broken.

Recalling the flute on the Phoenix-Listening to the Rain in Dongzhou

Qing-Zeng Lian

The incense seal was shaken, the lights were not falling, and the sinking courtyard fell.

The vine pillow, hazy sleeping, coolness.

Just to go to the Immortal Pavilion, I woke up for a while.

Who knows, this is the rain, the wind rises Jiangming.

At the atrium, the ancient trees of the atrium, when the long summer was strong, made the autumn sound early.

People are quiet, and the city heads drums, and they have reached the disabled.

I couldn't sleep anymore.

Outside the cigarette, the mountain shadow is the pimple.

Linglong Four Criminals-Xia Ye listened to the rain from the real Qord

Qing-Chen Baochen

Ten Dendrobium pearls do not change this night, the eaves are new.

Sprinkle bamboo noisy lotus, and the wind is too much to stop.

The lights were poured out of the light, and the breath was cool and listened.

簟 Dream soul ice is banned.

Dreaming back to Xuannan. Surprisingly, the migrant bed was shocked.

Jiuzhong Xie has fallen into a rotary, and it is easy to open the river.

Today, who is full of ears, whoever asks and signs blame.

The left bald pillow, listening to exudation, groaning for a long time.

Linglong Four Mins-Listen to Rain in Xia Ye, use white stone body

Modern-Xia Sun Tong

The jade was raised, the lotus was covered, and the cold sound was frightened.

Get off before Qiu, bother with ears. The eaves must be dark.

And the banana and the steps were crushed.

Sitting for a long time, Yin Lang was late, who could solve his loneliness.

West window language, no return period. Early longan tired brigades, this old affection is different today.

Zhushan Wubi is old, and it is even more middle -aged.

Xiang Shenmeng woke up and was waiting, and he was a day and pumpkin.

It is not waiting, the golden wind and the soul eliminate the soul.

Linglong Four Criminals-Summer Night Listen to Rain

Modern-Guo Ze

Xiaoyu was cold, and gradually poured the window and banana, and hate it for the beginning.

Do everything desolate, just leaks the embers.

The curtain was cold and sinking.

It is expected that the lotus is red all night, and the flowers are sorrowful.

The teenager is used to the province. Recalling Zhulou, Yu Xiao Xu Yin.

Singing ecstasy to Xiaoxiao Qu, looking for dreams, Wu Yun is close.

The back of the back was quiet, and Xiao Zhong was not sure.

Afraid of the mirror screen in the early morning, I reduced it, and Shuangqing.

The jade case-Xia Ye listened to the rain, there is a girl with Huaiji

Modern-Lin Gengbai

Sluthered dense eaves. Stiring up, thousands of emotions.

A little bit deeper.

The weather in the south of the river, the little aunt live. There is no weight.

Unforgettable Wu Nong. I'm afraid of being true, go to the soul.

Dreaming of the corner of the barren garden.

In the sound of jumping beads, musk micro. Holding and living.

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