First, "cold food"

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In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

In Chang 'an in late spring, catkins are flying all over the sky, and there are countless red flowers. Cold food festival, the east wind blows the willow in the imperial city. In the evening, the Han Palace sent candles to the princes and ministers, and the light smoke drifted to the emperor's favorite home.

Second, "Cold Food and Wild Hope"

Tang Bai Juyi

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

Black magpies crow and make a noisy sound. Under the dim tall tree, who cries at Qingming Cold Food Festival? The wind blows the paper money on the open space, the paper money flies, the old graves overlap and the green grass covers it. Begonia flowers and pear flowers set off poplars, which are where will you go's place. The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzle in the evening.