When the rain comes, catkins make trouble. April 20 is the solar term of Guyu in 2019. The twenty-four festivals are closely related to agricultural production. Ancient literati and poets also have gorgeous or beautiful poems about Guyu. So what are the ancient poems about the valley rain solar term?
Appreciation of the ancient poems and sentences of the 2019 Guyu solar term
Gu Yu
Zhu Yisong
The sky is scattered among the woods, and the empty eaves are written in dreams. The Ming Dynasty knew the rain in the valley, but there was no way to ban the wind of flowers.
Shizhu is a skillful harvester, and yansuo has made great achievements. Shut up in Yueqin prison. I'll send it to heaven.
One day after the rain, there will be another rhyme
Wang Yantang
Flowers are thicker than the fragrance of Baihe.
The spring in the pot is never old, and the small white and light red cover the short wall.
Pingchou green waves, near the autumn wheat, the old farmer's idea of Yang Yang.
I'm glad to have nothing to do with my meal. I've been looking for the fragrance in the bamboo slips.
In leisure, I feel that the spring days are long and the wine is hot.
Self pity Huo food is too much planning, sleeve hand see people can kick Zhang.
Tea picking song
Qian Longqing
I didn't like tea picking the day before yesterday, but I was led by the official manager. Today I love tea picking, and Wu Minsheng is diligent and natural.
Yunqi took the road near Bashan, which was not the place where Li Bei was in the Qing Dynasty. He had nothing to avoid going out to pick tea.
The price is high before rain, but low after rain, and the people are hard to see.
It's true that it's true, but it's not false. It's true that the old and the young go to the time. I've never had enough food and clothing, and the longtuanfeng cake is really tasteless.
Gu Yu
Zheng Banqiao
No wind, no rain, it's sunny, green bamboo Pavilion, good festival.
I like to have a cool guest at night, and soak the pineapple with a pot of new tea.
A few new leaves Xiaozhu, a few horizontal Cun light mountain.
It happened that a cup of tea was sitting in it during the Qingming Festival.
Traveling with Cui 21 to Jinghu to send a bag and he ERGONG
Tang & middot; Meng Haoran
Try to see the things in Jinghu Lake, the middle stream is clear to the end.
I don't know the smell of bass, but I know the love of gulls.
The sails are sent by the woodcutter's wind, and the rain is clear in spring.
Will explore the Xiayu cave, slightly back over the King City.
There are steamed buns in the mansion, and the article is to celebrate the birthday.
The waves sing after they are drunk, so they sing together.
On the wall of Wu Bin's house
Tang & middot; Liao Rong
Yuantang green level, fish leaping, Ulva lactuca.
The main road is poor and powerless, and the old people in Shencun give up farming.
The calves follow the grass far away, and the frogs sing near the fence.
When you go to chachuan, it's sunny at the beginning.
"Xie Zhong Shangren sends tea"
Tang Qi Ji
Spring Valley before the rain, and hand picking aromatic smoke.
Green and tender are hard to fill the cage, but Qinghe is easy to be late.
And invited guests from neighboring hospitals to try to cook Luohua spring.
The land is far away, the labor is sent to each other.
Gu Yu
The Song Dynasty
The sky is scattered among the woods, and the empty eaves are written in dreams.
The Ming Dynasty knew the rain in the valley, but there was no way to ban the wind of flowers.
Shizhu is a skillful harvester, and yansuo has made great achievements.
Shut up in Yueqin prison. I'll send it to heaven.
Gu Yu
Ming & middot; Fang Taigu
Spring is in decline, wine is ill, and the harvest of rice and tea is early.
There are two butterflies in the wind before the flower, and a dove in the rain outside the forest.
There is no crane driving in the blue sea and Danqiu, and there is a fishing boat in the green rainbows and green hats.
Dust smile floating dream, Xian first in this thin test tour.
Huanxisha
Song Dynasty and Qiu yuan
Red and purple makeup forest, green pool, gossamer and catkins,
Just when the rain cleared up.
The arched duck is short, the moss is smooth, the thrush is small, the threshold is late, and the flower is late,
Spring returns in a year.
Peony painting
Ming & middot; Tang Yin
Gu Yu's flower branch is called rat's aunt. She plays with Tongguan to draw a picture.
Pingkang fat powder know how much, can have the same color without.
Farewell to Ambassador Li of Zizhou
Wang Wei
Thousands of ravine trees are towering, and thousands of mountains ring cuckoos.
A night of rain in the mountains, trees and springs.
Han women lose Tongbu, Ba people sue taro field.
Wen Weng turned over the professor and did not dare to rely on the sages.
Butterflies in love with flowers
Song & middot; Fan Chengda
Spring rises a pole to add water.
Grass goose son, green full breeze shore.
The boat is still in the bay. The Hengtang tower is near and far ahead.
Jiangguo is cold and farming is late.
In the north of the village, in the south of the village, the grain rain is everywhere.
Xiumai LIANGANG mulberry leaves are cheap. Take a look at the noodles and get new cocoons.
Gu Yu
Wu Ou Ting
The rich and noble guests are cold hearted, and their hometown is empty of purple peony.
There is no need to add national color to the valley rain. There are cuckoos in the south of the Yangtze River.
Zuohe River Valley rain
Frequent rain and frost, mild breath, willow green tea, fragrant swallow.
Cuckoo sows in the late spring, and there are many kinds of planting and management.
Peony painting
Author: Tang Yin
Gu Yu's flower branch is called rat's aunt. She plays with Tongguan to draw a picture.
Pingkang fat powder know how much, can have the same color without.
A tour to the south of Weiming Mansion
Author: Xu Hun
The wine and the sword sing, and the day and night look at the Guanhe River. The road straight to the official early, poor for guests.
Mountain faint letter Valley rain, wood down Dongting wave. Don't travel as far as you can.
Lao Pu Tang (a poem by Xue Neng)
Author: Cao Ye
Shaoping melon to meet my Lu, rain dry hand hoe.
Yesterday the spring breeze deceives not in, blows the bed to read the remnant book.