The Story of the Joy Rain Pavilion

The pavilion is named after the rain, and Shiki is also. The ancients were happy, and they used famous things to show that they would not forget. Zhou Gong won the He, named after his book, Han Wu won Ding, named after his year, and his uncle and grandson defeated the enemy, named after his son. The size of its joy is uneven, and its show is not forgotten.

To the next year of Fufeng, the first official house. For the pavilion in the north of the hall, and the south of the pond, drain the planting wood, as a place to rest. It is the spring of the year, and the rain wheat is in the sun of Qishan, and it occupies a year. Even if the moon is full and it doesn't rain, the people are worried. In March, it rained, and it rained again, and the people thought it was not enough. Heavy rain in Dingmao, three days to stop. Officials and celebrations in the court, businessmen and songs in the city, farmers and grievances in the wilderness, sorrowful to happy, sick to heal, and my pavilion is suitable.

So he held the wine on the pavilion and told him that it belonged to the guest, saying: "If it doesn't rain for five days, what's the matter?" and said: "If it doesn't rain for five days, there will be no wheat." "If it doesn't rain for ten days, there will be no crops." "There is no wheat and no crop, the age is hungry, the prison lawsuits are prosperous, and the thieves are thriving. Then I and the second and third sons, although they want to enjoy this pavilion, they can get yes? So that I and the second and third sons can get along with each other and enjoy the pleasure of this pavilion, all the rain is also given. Can you forget it?"

It is not only a famous pavilion, but also a song, saying: "Let the sky and rain drops, and the cold shall not be regarded as a garment; One rain and three days, who is the power of Yi? The people said that they were too guarded. If you don't have it, you will return to the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven said, "No, return to the Creation." Creation does not take its own work, but returns to space. Space is dark and cannot be named. I take my name as my pavilion. ”

Night rain in Chang'an

The rain stayed overnight and was clear, and the worries were like grass and rain.

The heart of Guiyu is difficult to know, and the dream of luck is also shocking.

The crows do not disperse in the early days of the tree, and the cold drum is wet and silent when the window is cold.

At that time, the ambition was exhausted, and four or five new stems of gray hair were added.

Spring

Lying in the white clothes of the New Year, the white door is very disobedient. The Red Mansion looks cold through the rain, and the bead foil floating lamp returns alone. The long road should be sad and the spring is late, and the remnants of the night are still vaguely dreamy. Jade and Jade, how to reach, thousands of miles of clouds and a wild goose flying.

Three sighs in the autumn rain

In the rain, the grass rots and dies in autumn, and the cassia under the stairs is bright.

The leaves are covered with green branches and feathers, and countless gold coins are blooming.

The cool breeze blows you urgently, and it is difficult for you to be independent after fear.

The scholars in the hall have blank heads, and they smell the fragrance and cry in the wind.

The wind is long, the rain is in the autumn, and the clouds are the same in the four seas and eight wildernesses.

If you go to the Malay cow and don't distinguish it, what should you do in turbidity?

The ears of the grass are black, and the farmer and the field woman have no news.

In the city, the rice is exchanged for the courtesy, and Xu Ning discusses the value of the two phases?

Who is the number of Chang'an cloth?

The old man does not grow basil, and the child walks through the wind and rain without worry.

The sound of rain is rushing to the early cold, and it is difficult for Hu Yan's wings to fly high with wetness.

Autumn has not seen the daylight, when will the soil dry after the mud?

The rain was incessant

The rain has become subtle, and the sky is swaying like silk.

The short grass in front of the steps is not messy, and the long strips in the courtyard are sparse.

Dancing stone swirl should be breasts, Xingyun Mo self-wet fairy clothes.

Seeing that the river was in a hurry, he did not wait for the current to return against the waves.

Crying in the night, last night was wind and rain

Last night, the wind and rain were blowing, and the curtains were rustling. The candle is leaking and the pillow is broken, and the sitting cannot be flat. The world is flowing with water, and it is a dream. The drunken road is stable and frequent, and it is unbearable.

Poppy Listen to the Rain

The boy listened to the rain song upstairs. Red candle dim tent. Listen to the rain in the middle of the boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listen to the rain monks. Sideburns have stars also. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. A term of step forward, drip to dawn.