Tang Li Jianxun

All the others went away with their wine, but I closed the door and slept quietly.

Only the poplars seem to be looking for each other, and they come back to my bed because of the wind.

Li Qunyu, Tang Dynasty

The darkness of the willow and the fragrance of the flowers kept me awake, and I thought about it alone on the threshold.

The wild clouds will rain across the moon, and the sand birds will fly to the far sky with their voices.

It's been a long time since I've left my siblings behind, and I remember the reunion every season.

Molasses and cold wine will be served next year, but I'm not sure where I'll be.

After the Qingming Festival, I climbed up to the city and looked out

Liu Changqing of Tang Dynasty

After the Qingming Festival, I looked out of the clouds and mountains.

Hundreds of flowers are like the old days, and ten thousand wells are full of new smoke.

The grass is not empty, and the river flows with the distant sky.

Where is Chang'an? It is at the edge of the setting sun.

The day of the Qingming Festival, I remembered my friend in Qujiang River

Tang Luoyin

Jun and Tiansu were old friends, and I had a lot to do with them.

This is the first time I've seen you on a day like this, and I'm sure you've seen me on a day like this.

The gulls and birds seem to be able to be physically together, and the apricot blossoms are suspected of wanting to accompany people's sorrows.

Widowed wives and children should be cold food, looking at Jiangling a tear flow.

The incident of Ching Ming

Tang Meng Haoran

The Emperor's country is very clear and bright, and the people's hearts are full of sadness.

The sound of cars on the upper road, the color of willows in the eastern city.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies play together.

This is the first time I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

Ching Ming

Tang Sun Changyin

Ching Ming in the late spring, despairing of the northern mountains.

The flint flames are new, and the tung blossoms are old.

It's a shame to be in the dark, and the feasts are a hindrance to the knowledge of friends.

It is not as bad as the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest.

Remembering my brothers on the day of the Ching Ming Festival

Tang Wei Yingwu

The cold food is very sick, but I am very happy to open my heart.

It is the first time that I think of my old county, and the smoke and fire are all over the clear river.

The apricot gruel is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.

It's a pity that I'm not a good friend of mine, and I'm not going to spend the rest of my life here.

Changan Qingming

Tang Wei Zhuang

The flea is hurt spring dream rain day, can be more luxuriant grass.

The first time an official gave a fire to the Qingming Festival, the last minister gave the money for the fire.

They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.

The tourists remembered that the peace, secretly happy scenery like the past years.

The day of the Qingming Festival

Tang Wen Tingjun

The Qing'e painting fan, the spring tree Yu Jin red.

The dew of the blossoms, the wind of the willows.

The horse is proud to avoid the curtains, and the chicken is afraid to open the cage.

The Tsuge is the most important of all, and the oriole is the most important of all in the old palace.

With Jinzhou Hu Langzhong on the rainy day of Qingming

Tang Zhang Ji

The county opened a new fire, the rainy air of the high fasting is clear.

We invite guests to enjoy the flowers and urge them to sing.

***Drunkenness moves the seat of fragrance, leaving joy to close the city of twilight.

The government is not in a position to make a banquet, and the zither is built to be used in a distant place.

Tang Zhang Ji

The evening clears up the rain at Longmen, and the spring winds at your cave.

The birds cry on the official road, and the flowers hair is destroyed by the empty wall.

The sound of the jade is a shame, and the hanging silk learns from the old man.

The old travelers are gone, and I am disappointed to see the east of Luo Cheng.

Jiangnan Qingming

Tang Zheng Zhun

WuShan ChuYi four years, a see Qingming a change of face.

The traveler hates the **** wind that rises all night long, and the light is thick with wine.

It's a good thing that you're not a big fan of the way we do things, because it's a good thing that you're not a big fan of the way we do things.

What is the plan for the unlimited return of the heart, the roadside armor is heavy.

Ching Ming

Song Gao Zhu

There are many graveyards on the hills in the north and south.

Paper dust flies as white butterflies, and tears turn blood into red azaleas.

The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, while the children return at night and laugh in front of the lamp.

Life has its wines, but a drop never reaches the nine springs.

Ching Ming

Song Huang Tingjian

The festival of the Qingming Festival, the peaches and the plums are smiling, and the wild fields and the barren graves are full of sorrow.

Thunder is a shock to the sky and earth, and dragons and snakes hibernate, while rain makes the grass and trees soft in the countryside.

People beg to sacrifice their concubines and women, and people are willing to burn to death.

Who is the best person in the world to know, and who is the best person in the world to know?

Ching Ming

Song Wang Yu

No flowers, no wine over the Qingming, the taste is like a wild monk.

Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window was divided into reading lamps.