Tangdumu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.

Second, cold food on the way.

Don Song Zhiwen

Immediately meet cold food, it is late spring on the way.

Poor Jiang Puwang, I don't see Luoqiao people.

The North Pole cherishes a wise Lord, and the South Tile is a vassal.

Old garden heartbroken place, wicker new day and night.

Third, cold food

Tang Han' ao

In the late spring season, the city of Chang' an everywhere dance, with countless fallen flowers, the east wind of the cold food festival in the royal garden of the willow.

The night fell, and the palace was busy with candles, and the smoke wafted up into the house of the prince of Princes and marquises.

Fourth, the right door is the thing.

The ploughman recruited the love boat, and the spring grass was green and ten thousand fields;

Try going to Wumen to see the county Guo, and there are some new smoke in Qingming.

Fifth, Qingming

Song Huang tingjian

During the festive season, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland is born with sorrow.

The thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

Sixth, Qingming

Song Wang Yuqiao

I am in the absence of flowers, no wine can drink the situation of the ching Ming festival, such a lonely and poor life, like the monks of the temple, everything is very depressed and lonely for me.

Yesterday, from the neighbor's discussion of new kindling, in the early days of the ching Ming festival, in front of the window lighting, sat down to study.

Seventh, Su Causeway Qingming is the thing.

Song Wu Weixin

Pear blossoms are blowing in the clear, and wanderers are out of town in the spring.

At dusk, the songs were packed away, and ten thousand willows belonged to a warbler.

Eighth, cold food on the mound.

Song Yang Wanli

Go straight to the husband! Can the bridge be saved from danger?

The maple in the distant mountains is pale outside, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and they only worry about it when they enter the festival.

Nine, the lake temple Qingming night mourning

Don Li Qunyu

The willow flowers are dark and sleepless, and it's sad to think on the threshold alone.

Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.

For a long time, I left my siblings to hunger and cold, and I remembered reunion every season.

The cold wine will be here next year, and it is not decided where Pingpeng will be.

Tenth, after the Qingming Festival, go to the city to look out.

Don Liu Changqing

After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in front of you.

Flowers are like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.

There is no open space in the grass, and the river flows into the sky.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.

Eleventh, Qingming Riqu Jiang Huaiyou

Don Luo Yin

Jun and Tian Su are old friends, so I'm prepared to make friends.

For two years, I was isolated from the grave, and I was sad all day.

Gulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot blossoms are suspicious and accompany people's worries.

Widows and young children should eat cold food, and look at Jiangling with tears.

Twelfth, Qingming is the thing.

Tang Meng Haoran

The capital city is once again the Qingming festival, people's heart naturally began to feel sad miss.

The carriage creaked noisily along the road, and the outskirts of the city of Willow were verdant.

The flowers bloom, the grass grows, the birds fly in pairs in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine.

Thirteenth, I remember my brothers on Qingming Day

Don Wei Yingwu

Cold food prescription is sick, and the opening of the chest is awkward.

Eventually homesick for the county, fireworks filled Qing Chuan.

Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I only hate being a good girl and kissing Yan, and I will spend this glorious year.