First, Qingming Festival

Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Second, cold food on the way

Questions about the Tang and Song Dynasties

There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way.

Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people.

The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister of exile.

The broken heart of my hometown is new day and night.

Third, cold food

Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty

Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of cold food keeps the willows from slanting.

At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.

Fourth, Lumen’s immediate affairs

The farmers recruited love boats, the spring grass was green and thousands of fields were green;

Trying to go up to Wumen to peek at the county, Qingming There is fresh smoke in several places.

Fifth, Qingming

Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian

On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves are filled with sorrow.

Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.

Sixth, Qingming

Yu Qiao, King of Song Dynasty

After Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.

Yesterday the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.

Seventh, the Qingming Festival at Su Di

Wu Weixin in the Song Dynasty

The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.

At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.

Part 8. Cold food on the tomb

Wanli Yang of the Song Dynasty

How can a straight man be careful! Can the bridge be in danger without help?

Far away mountains The maple outside is pale, and the broken house is lonely beside the wheat.

The spring breeze returns to Sucao, and there is nothing new in the last year.

Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest when entering the festival.

Nineth, Lake Temple Qingming Night Reminiscing

Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty

The fragrance of flowers in the willows makes me sleepless, and I think about the danger alone.

The wild clouds carry the rain across the moon, and the sandbirds fly far into the sky with their voices.

For a long time, I have abandoned my brothers and sisters to hunger and cold, and we always remember our reunion because of the season.

We will have cold wine and dinner next year, but we haven’t decided where to go in Pingpeng.

Part 10. Climb up the city and look out after the Qingming Festival

Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty

Scenery After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains look out in front of you.

A hundred flowers are as old as before, and new smoke is coming out of thousands of wells.

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

Where is Chang'an? It points to the sunset.

Part 11: Visiting Friends on the Qujiang River on Qingming Day

Tang Luoyin

You and Tian Su are on an old trip, and I am also prepared for our relationship.

Isolated under the Yellow Spring for two years, the water is desolate every day.

The gulls seem to be able to control physics, and the apricot blossoms accompany people with sorrow.

Widowed wives and young children should eat cold food and shed tears when looking at Jiangling in the distance.

Twelve, Qingming is the event

Tang Meng Haoran

The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.

The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.

Sitting in an empty hall and reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.

The Thirteenth, Qingming Day, remembering all the brothers

Tang Wei Yingwu

Cold food is often sick, and the clothes are open.

Finally, I miss my old county, and the fireworks fill Qingchuan.

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

I just hate that my good friend Yan has to sit and spend this beautiful year.