2. Qingming Mancheng has a layer of yarn (anonymous). Mancheng has a layer of yarn, and the lonely castle peak does not see home. It is expected that after a hundred years of being a soil, the lonely moon on earth will reflect pear blossoms.
3. Remembering my brothers (Tang) on Qingming Day, Wei Yingwu's cold food prescription was sickly, and his mind was suddenly opened. 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.
4. Where did the magpie go in a few days (Five Dynasties)? Where did Feng Yansi go in a few days? Forget to come back, there is no way that spring will end. A hundred herbs and a thousand flowers cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car tied to? Who is he with his horses and horses? Tearful eyes yilou constantly self - speech, Shuang Yan Fei come, can meet him on the road? Chaos chunchou such as Catkin, dream to where to find him?
5. Doing things in the suburbs is the thing (Song Dynasty). Cheng Hao's grass is wild and wild, and the spring is around Yaoshanbi. Xing chased the red through the willow lane, but he was sitting in Teiji because of the flowing water. Don't say goodbye to the wine, lest the wind turn red. Besides, today is the Qingming festival, and also meet the fine weather, very suitable for pleasure, but not to leave.
6. Qingming is the thing in Su Causeway (Song Dynasty). Wu Weixin's pear blossoms are in full swing, and the wanderer is out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the songs were packed away, and ten thousand willows belonged to a warbler.
7. Tired and slow to find fragrance, dew to the night (Song) Wang Wei dew to the night, the curtain is light, and the yard is idle. When Cui Jing Ying came, she was surprised to see red and embroidered. Leaning against the dangerous wall, climbing the pavilion, Haitang is soaked in rain rouge. It was a youthful time, and it was followed again, during the Qingming period. Tired of swimming, the scenery is everywhere, and the scenery is beautiful. Who will join hands? Hate to be squandered, buy out two eyebrows. Recalling Levin, after people left. Out of the water is still the same. This feeling, to the east wind, is thin.
8. The Three Offenders of Crossing the River and the Qingming Festival in the West Lake (Song) Wu Wenying was blushing and resentful, and the evening breeze did not fall, and the embroidery was a bit heavy. The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, laurel trees are light gulls, and Baole leans on the residual clouds. A thousand strands of resentment against the blue, gradually entering the road, fairy dock maze. Intestines diffuse back, see you every other flower, and the back is Chu waist. Wander around. The title door is melancholy, and it is difficult to count the quiet period. I also began to feel and stay in love, and broadband was due to spring. Things in the Ming dynasty were lonely and cold, making the lake full of troubles and worries. Shandai, the dust wave is green and traceless.
9. Cold food on the mound (Song) Yang Wanli Zhi Fu He Xi! 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.
10. Hu Temple mourned on Qingming Night (Tang Dynasty). Li Qunyu's dark flowers and fragrant flowers were sleepless, and she thought mournfully on the threshold of danger. 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.
1 1. Que Tazhi Qingming (Five Dynasties) Feng Yansi's six songs are dry and lean against the green trees, and the willows are light, showing all the golden rays. Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in fright. Eyes full of gossamer and falling catkins, when the red apricots bloom, it will be clear and rainy for a moment. Sleeping in silence, stunned and dreaming, nowhere to be found?
12. Jiangnan Qingming (Tang) In the four years of Chu Yi in Wu Shan, Zheng Zhun, Qingming changed its appearance at first sight. Travel hate * * * wind overnight, Shaoguang with the wine. Don't climb flowers outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered with rain. What is the infinite homing? The roadside Gejia is heavy.
13. Appreciate the Emperor's Grace. There is not much cold food (Song Dynasty). When there is not much cold food in Chao Chongzhi, peonies are first sold. Yard heavy curtain swallow. It was stormy last night, but only one spring was there. You can get it now, but it will rain or shine soon. Fall asleep and stay in the microstrip. I don't hesitate to look at my eyebrows. Wash and dress at the height of the day, watching the shade of flowers change. Laugh and pick a pair of apricots and wear them with branches.
14. Xiangyang cold food sent to Yuwen Ji (Tang) Dougong, and the smoke water was sold at the beginning, and the east wind blew willow. Who will accompany you on the levee? It's half a flower to step on the spring mud.
15. Cold Food Book (Song Dynasty) In the lonely village of Chai Men, Zhao Ding, they also teach the age of the willow tree. The tradition of cold food has not been spread to Guangdong, but the ritual of offering sacrifices to ancestors is still the same as the central plains. To this day, the Han and Tang dynasties of the Wang Lingju mound, no one has gone to sacrifice; And there are many pear trees on the road between the stream river. A bottle actually lies by moss, regardless of the city's head playing twilight.
A complete collection of quotations from ancient poems describing Tomb-Sweeping Day
A complete collection of quotations from ancient poems describing Tomb-Sweeping Day
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem Qingming.
(Tang) Du Mu
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem Cold Food
(Tang) Han Yi
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.
Qingming Night, a poem by Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Tang Bai Juyi
Qing Ming festival night, the breeze blowing gently, moonlight hazy, with jasper made of railings and the red brick wall is the provincial governor's house.
Walk alone in the roundabout singing, far from the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the flowers.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "Send Deng Rui's Second Son Home on Qingming Day"
Don Dai Shulun
The bells and drums are ringing away from the sun, and the car is urging night clothes.
The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willow is dark and frosted.
Pass the mirror to see Huafa, and talk about hometown with a cup.
Every time I feel tears from my children, I will touch my clothes today.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "Looking at the City after Qingming Festival"
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 far away.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem Cold Food
Tang Mengyunqing
In February, the south of the Yangtze River is full of flowers, and the cold food in other places is far from sad.
Poor people often have no fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "Qingming is Things"
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem Qingming.
Tang sunchangyin
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.
Flirting a fire opens a new flame, and tung flowers make old branches.
Shen Ming is ashamed of old things, and a feast prevents friends from knowing.
Not as good as the birds in the forest, move Joe and feather.
Memories of Qingming Day, a poem by Tomb-Sweeping 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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem Chang 'an Qingming Festival
Don Wei Zhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but grass is more Sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and the upper phase was idle and divided into white money.
The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is painting a swing.
Visitors remember the incident of peace, and secretly rejoice that the scenery is like that of the past.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "Lu Men Is Things"
Tang zhangji
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "Cold Food on the Tomb"
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "Doing things in the suburbs is doing things"
Song Chenghao
The grass is green and wild, and the spring is around the mountains;
Xing Zhu Luanhong wears Liuxiang, but he sits in Teiji because of flowing water;
Don't say goodbye to the wine, lest the wind turn red;
Besides, today is the Qingming festival, and also meet the fine weather, very suitable for pleasure, but not to leave.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem Qingming.
Song Huang tingjian
During the festive season, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland is only sad.
The thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
A wise fool knows who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem Qingming.
Song Wangyu
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem "Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of the province on the sand"
Ming Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood and tears and dust, although the war is over now, but return to hometown will also feel sad.
In the wind and rain, pear flower falls, the cold food festival also passed, tomb sweeping day, there are several families will be the graves will be later generations to worship.
Classic Poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day (Collection 15)
1. Magnolia Yimao Xing Wu Cold Food (Song) Zhang Xian, the leader of the dragon's head, competed with Wu Er, and swam with women on the bamboo pole swing. Fangzhou forgot to return when she picked up the greenery, and Xiuye was uncertain when she went for an outing. After the clouds go to the distant mountain, the music pool is quiet. The moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers have passed without a shadow.
2. Picking mulberry seeds On the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good (Song) Ouyang Xiu On the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good, full of prosperity, and who is fighting for it? Tourists will go at dusk, wake up drunk and make noise, and the road will turn to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers.
3. Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of Shangshan Province (Ming Dynasty). Gao Qi is covered with blood, tears and dust. It is also sad to return home after the chaos. In the wind and rain, pear flower falls, the cold food festival also passed, tomb sweeping day, there are several families will be the graves will be later generations to worship.
4. Revisiting Lee's Garden Pavilion on Cold Food Day is pregnant (Tang). Han Wo was on the Luan Bridge in previous years, and he saw Zhu Lan singing willow cotton. Today, in the fragrant trail alone, there is no trace of money. I am sad for three thousand miles, and I have only thought about it for four or five years. It is expected that when you meet a holiday in another country, you should also embrace darkness and sadness.
5. Qingming (Song Dynasty) Wang Yucheng lived a Qingming without flowers and wine, and its taste was bleak like a wild monk. 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.
6. Qingmenyin is warm and light cold (Song) Zhang Xian is warm and light cold, and the wind and rain will come late. Tingxuan is lonely and near Qingming, and the flowers are full of wine, and she was ill last year. The wind wakes up at the corner of the building, and the door is quiet at night. It was even more seen by the bright moon and the partition wall.
7. Lu Men is the thing (Tang) Zhang Jigengfu recruited love boats, 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.
8. Man Gong Hua Hua Zheng Fang (Tang) Zhang Mi Hua Zheng Fang, the building is like a cockroach, lonely in the sun palace. The steel cage is locked with gold to sleep in mandarin ducks, and the curtain is cold and dewy. Delicate and charming, light, fragrant and snowy, drizzling in Oriole. The east wind is melancholy and wants to be clear, and the Gongzi Bridge is intoxicated.
9. Qingming (Tang) Sun Changyin In the spring of Qingming, he looked at the north mountain. Flirting a fire opens a new flame, and tung flowers make old branches. Shen Ming is ashamed of old things, and a feast prevents friends from knowing. Not as good as the birds in the forest, move Joe and feather.
10. Huanxisha Dandang Spring Cold Food Day (Song) Li Qingzhao Dandang Spring Cold Food Day, Jade Furnace Shen Shui curled up smoke. Dream back to the mountain pillow hidden flowers. Haiyan will fight grass in the future, and the rivers and seas have passed the willow cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.
1 1. complaining about cold food (song) Zhang huiyong xiaoyingzhou outside Jinmen, cold food is more romantic. Red boats sing all over the lake, and there are tall buildings outside the flowers. It's sunny and warm, and the smoke is floating. Three thousand powder, twelve withered, a cloud.
12. On Qingming Day with Jinzhou Hulangzhong, a new fire was opened in Zhangji County, and the rain in Gaozhai was clear. Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing. * * * Get drunk and move to the fragrant seats, and stay in the twilight. Political leisure party banquet language, piano building Ren Yaoqing.
13. Qingming is the thing. The wind falls and the pear blossoms are full of snow (Ming). Qu You is full of snow, and this year is another Qingming. The gossamer reaches the ground unintentionally, and the grass is full of love. The courtyard is full of smoke and Yan language, and the silkworms are born in the sunny sunshine. Swing in a famous garden, wicker is facing the east wind today.
14. Cold food (Song) Zhang Zi is sparsely populated, and the eaves are empty. There is less wine in the poem of clearing sorrow, and more cold food and rainy wind. The name is fishing gun because of farm tools. Don't be surprised, change seasons, and behave yourself.
15. The news agency when the swallows came (Song Dynasty) Yan Shu swallows came to the news agency, and the pear blossoms fell behind Qingming. At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves, and the days are long and the flocs are light. Smile at the female companions in the east, and please them in the mulberry path. The suspect had a good dream last night, and Yuan won the grass fight today, smiling from both sides.
202 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day's Complete Collection of Ancient Poetry and Ci.
20xx Collection of Ancient Poems of Tomb-Sweeping Day
Qingming Festival
(Song) Gaojujian
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and blood and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
The fox sleeps on the tomb of the sun, and returns to the children to laugh at the lights at night.
Enjoy your wine and get intoxicated as long as you have your days, Not a single drop you could taste after your life in the graves.
Qingming Festival
(Tang) Du Mu
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.
Cold food on the way
(Tang) 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.
obsolete festival beginning one or two days before Pure Brightness（清明）when only cold food was served for three days
(Tang) Han Yi
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.
The door is the thing.
(Tang) Zhang Ji
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.
"Ruan Langgui" When the South China was halfway through the spring,
(Tang) Ouyang Xiu
When the South China is halfway through the spring, the wind and the smell of Ma Si.
Green plums are like beans and willows and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and the curtains hang down.
Swing careless trapped Luo Yi, painted beam Shuang Yan habitat.
"Picking Mulberry Seeds" is as good as the West Lake on Qingming Festival.
(Song) Ouyang Xiu
On the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good, full of prosperity, competing for the road.
Tourists will go at dusk, wake up drunk and make noise, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers.
Qingming day
(Tang) Li Jianxun
He went with wine to find fragrance, and I closed the door alone to sleep well.
Only Yang Hua seems to be looking for each other, and she returns to bed because of the wind.
Husi Qingming Night Mourning
(Tang) 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.
After Qingming, climb the city and look out.
(Tang) 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 far away.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
Qingming Riqu Jiang Huaiyou
(Tang) 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.
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.
Qingming Festival
(Tang) Sun Changyin
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.
Flirting a fire opens a new flame, and tung flowers make old branches.
Shen Ming is ashamed of old things, and a feast prevents friends from knowing.
Not as good as the birds in the forest, move Joe and feather.
Remembering my brothers on Qingming Day
(Tang) 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.
Chang 'an Qingming
(Tang) Wei Zhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but grass is more Sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and the upper phase was idle and divided into white money.
The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is painting a swing.
Visitors remember the incident of peace, and secretly rejoice that the scenery is like that of the past.
Qingming day
(Tang) Wen Tingyun
In the Qing 'e painting fan, the spring trees are golden and red.
When you make a mistake, you will wear a weak willow wind.
The horse is arrogant and avoids the slogan, and the chicken opens the cage at first sight.
Who made the play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
Banquet with Hu Langzhong in Jinzhou on Qingming Day in the Rain Pavilion.
(Tang) Zhang Ji
There is a new fire in the county, and the rain in Gaozhai is clear.
Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing.
* * * Get drunk and move to the fragrant seats, and stay in the twilight.
Political leisure party banquet language, piano building Ren Yaoqing.
Qingming Day is pregnant from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village.
(Tang) Zhang Ji
It rains in Longmen in the evening, and the wind in your cave is born in spring.
Birds crow and the road is quiet, and flowers are ruined.
Ming Yu is ashamed of his generation, and he is an old man.
Old tourists are gone, and they are disappointed in the east of Luocheng.
Jiangnan Qingming
(Tang) Zheng Zhun
In the four years of Wushan Chuyi, I changed my appearance at the sight of Qingming.
Travel hate * * * wind overnight, Shaoguang with the wine.
Don't climb flowers outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered with rain.
What is the infinite homing? The roadside Gejia is heavy.
Qingming Rilidu Road Central
Fan Dacheng (Southern Song Dynasty)
Sprinkle with towel rain,
Wear a side hat wind.
In the flowers and mountains,
Willow lies in the sound of water.
Stone horses stand in power,
The kite is singing in the air.
After the (indigenous) people dispersed,
The blackbird is due west and east.
Qingming Festival
(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.
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.
Cold food shangzhong
(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.
Doing things in the suburbs is doing things.
(Song) Cheng Hao
The grass is green and wild, and the spring is around the mountains;
Xing Zhu Luanhong wears Liuxiang, but he sits in Teiji because of flowing water;
Don't say goodbye to the wine, lest the wind turn red;
Besides, today is the Qingming festival, and also meet the fine weather, very suitable for pleasure, but not to leave.
Qingming Festival
(Song) Gao Zhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and the night returns to the children to laugh at the lights.
Enjoy your wine and get intoxicated as long as you have your days, Not a single drop you could taste after your life in the graves.
Qingming Festival
(Song) Huang Tingjian
During the festive season, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland is only sad.
The thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
A wise fool knows who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
Qingming Festival
(Song) Yu Wang
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.
Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of Shangshan Province.
(Ming) Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood and tears and dust, although the war is over now, but return to hometown will also feel sad.
In the wind and rain, pear flower falls, the cold food festival also passed, tomb sweeping day, there are several families will be the graves will be later generations to worship.
Qingjiang attracts Qingming Day to travel.
(Ming) Wang Pan
Where is the no-smoking area in the West Building?
Green fields and sunny roads.
Horses hiss through willows, people laugh on swings,
The warbler always teaches Chun to get drunk.
Fourteen Qingming Festival Poems
One
Spring rain, clear and wet apricot flowers,
The hills are bright and the willows are slanting.
The east wind explains my meaning,
Send the lingering intestines into your home.
Secondly,
A touch of spring rain breaks my heart,
Wandering without a plan to find your hometown.
Fang Xian flies with the wind,
The end of the world annoys Lan Fang.
Third
Listening to the drizzle moisten the door,
Send spring back once a year.
But the strip is folded all over,
Only then does acacia turn to dust.
Fourth.
Light red and wet with rain,
I was tired and my eyes were blurred.
Feeling sad and rogue,
I first believed in the Qingming heartbroken period.
Fifth.
Seeing the new willow eyes drooping,
The suspect escaped from the shadow and stepped back to the wind.
Looking back, the snow will shine through the ages,
There is no way to catch up with the dyed bamboo.
Sixth.
The wind blows the apricot and dances lightly,
Arouse a thousand worries.
Doubt about heaven can also relieve pain and hate,
Crying jun tears rain all over Qingming.
Seventh.
Last night, I was so worried about spring.
The weather in Chu Qing makes me cry.
On the Qingming day of the fragrance season,
All kinds of bright and beautiful are also disappointed.
Eighth.
Qingming releases wine from sorrow,
Want to enjoy the spring flowers and forget the worries.
Who wants to lean against the railing,
Cheers are still not near the building.
Qijiu
Tomb-Sweeping Day gas apricot blossom day,
Poetry, wine, singing and celebrating the Chinese New Year.
Fold all the strips and lean on the spring rain,
Cry for you, little window.
Tenth
Stir up the spring breeze and apricot blossom,
Ruin qingfen to the end of the world.
As vivid as the day of your departure,
Mourn for the soul and the rain cry for quicksand.
The eleventh
The new warbler is chaotic, the willow smoke is low,
Broken soul spring rain heartbroken period.
Song Jun also stole tears,
How sad and helpless.
Twelfth
Pink apricot gently shore willow new,
Qingming spring rain invades each other.
Half-washed sky is as clear as blue,
Half-tears and tears touch the inside.
The thirteenth
Or miss the end of the world,
Heaven should pity me with tears.
Half a garden is full of new apricots,
Send all the Qingming people's homes.
Fourteenth
The spring rain and apricot blossoms are full of clarity,
Remembering is still complaining about hookah.
Hehua Zigui cried blood,
Don't mourn for your family, Sichuan, and Jun.