Poems about heavy rain

The poems describing the rainstorm are: _ ploughing mulberry fields, ghosts _ Yangliutai.

Spring chives are cut in the night rain, and brown rice is cooked fresh in a special way. My host announced that it was a festival, and he urged me to drink ten cups.

Blue embers fall, and the screen is dark red bananas. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge.

The third song, in the Yangtze River at dusk, we invited each other to return home. If you are interested in falling flowers, come and go by boat.

A thunderous sound, like shaking from the feet of tourists to the feet, has a beautiful hall and thick clouds, which can't be opened. Shi "Rainstorm in Youmeitang"

Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what the mountains and the moon are thinking, but the water and the wind fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan and slanting.

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. The rain after Su Shi drank Chuqing Lake