One of them is "Qingming"
Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
There is a flurry of rain at the time of Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy pointed to the village of apricot blossoms.
The second one is "Cold Food on the Way"
Tang Song Zhiqian
It is cold food on the way, and it is twilight spring on the way.
It is a pity to look at Jiangpu and not see the people at Luoqiao.
At the North Pole, I am looking forward to seeing the Lord, and at the South Sea, I am looking forward to seeing him.
The old garden is a broken place, and the willows are new every day and night.
Third: Cold Eclipse
Tang Jianzhong (Chinese Super League Championship (CSL))
The city of spring is full of flowers, and the wind of the east is blowing in the cold eclipse, and the willows are slanting.
The candles were passed around the Han Palace at sunset, and the light smoke was scattered into the houses of the five vassals.
Fourth, Lvmen Matters
Tang Zhang Ji
The ploughman called for a boat, spring grass green ten thousand fields;
Try to go up to the Wu Gate to peep at the county Guo, clearing a few places have new smoke.
The fifth, Qingming
Song Huang Tingjian
Jiajie Qingming peach and plum smiles, wild fields and graves since the sorrow.
The thunderstorms of the world and the hibernation of the dragons and snakes, the rains of the countryside and the softness of the grasses and trees.
Sixth, Qingming
Song Wang Yuxiu
No flowers, no wine over the Qingming, the flavor of depression like a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided into reading lamps.
Seventh, the Su Causeway, Qingming,
Song Wu Weixin
Pear blossom wind is Qingming, the tourists looking for spring half out of the city.
At sunset, the pianos and songs were packed away, and ten thousand willows belonged to the warblers.
Eighth, the cold food on the mound
Song Yang Wanli
The straight road is not fine! The bridge is not a place to hold on to?
The mountains are far away and the maple is faint, the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
The grass is still there in the spring, and the new road is not there in the last year.
The pear blossom has been in the air since the coldest day of the year.
The ninth, the lake temple Qingming night to send a thought
Tang Li Qunyu
Willow darkness and fragrance of flowers worry not sleep, alone by the threshold of the thought of the miserable.
The wild clouds will rain across the moon, and the sand birds will fly far away from the sky with their voices.
It's been a long time since I've left my siblings in the cold and hunger, and I remember the reunion every time I'm in the season.
Molasses and cold wine will be here next year, and I'm not sure where I'm going to be.
The 10th, after the Qingming climbed to the city outlook
Tang Liu Changqing
Scenery after the Qingming, the clouds and mountains look out of the front.
Hundreds of flowers are like the old days, and ten thousand wells are full of new smoke.
The grass is colorless, and the river flows into the distant sky.
Where is Chang'an? It is at the edge of the setting sun.
The eleventh, the Qingming day Qujiang Huaiyou
Tang Luo Yin
Jun and Tian Su is the old swimmer, I in the intersection also silk.
They have been separated from each other for two years, and they are all sad and lonely at the end of the day.
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 twelfth, the Qingming incident
Tang Meng Haoran
Dili heavy Qingming, the hearts of the people from the sad thoughts.
The sound of cars on the upper road, the color of willows on the east side of the 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 to sit and remember, and I've had to drink tea to get drunk.
The 13th, Qingming Day, remembering the younger brothers
Tang Wei Yingwu
The cold food is very sick, and the opening of the lapel is a Xinran.
It is a great opportunity to think about the 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 sit around and spend the rest of my life.