江南多雨。雨,于我有不解之缘。耳畔潺潺的雨声,总使我浮想联翩:唐明皇入蜀地,于斜谷栈道,怅听那绵绵不绝的雨声,心伤贵妃,乃制《雨霖铃》曲以寄恨;南唐后主李煜羁拘他乡,哀听“帘外雨潺潺”,心悼故国,乃吊无限江山“流水落花春去也”;山水诗人孟浩然闲居 Jiangnan is rainier. Rain, I have a bond. The sound of the rain lingering on the ears always conjures up my imagination: Tang Ming Huang enters the land of depression, walks along the escarpment on the escarpment, and listens to the endless sound of rain and heart-breaking chariots. After the Tang Dynasty, the master of the Tang Dynasty, Li Yu arrested other people and mourned to hear that “the curtains were raining and dripping”, and his heart was in his homeland. He was hanging in the infinite mountains and rivers, and the landscape poet, Meng Haoran, was living.