Qingming Festival, also known as Treading Green Festival, is celebrated at the intersection of mid-spring and late spring, the 108th day after the winter solstice. It is a traditional Chinese festival and one of the most important `sacrificial festivals, a day for ancestor worship and tomb-sweeping. The following is an ancient poem about Qingming Festival, welcome to appreciate.
Ching Ming (Tang) Du Mu
The rain falls one after another at the time of Ching Ming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
The first time I saw this movie, I asked where the tavern was. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
"Cold Eclipse" (Tang) swarms on the east wind and the willow.
The candles were passed on to the Han Palace at sunset, and the smoke was scattered into the houses of the five vassals.
Tang Bai Juyi on the night of the Qingming Festival
The night of the Qingming Festival, the night of the Qingming Festival, the blue brickwork and red Xuanxuan, the home of the assassin.
The only way to get around the corridor is to rest, and listen to the strings and pipes in the dark to see the flowers.
Sending Deng Rui to his hometown on a clear day
The bells and drums are clamoring to get away from the day, and the car drivers are urging to get dressed for the night.
The kitchen is on fire, and the willow is turning over in the dark.
The first time I saw you, I saw you in the mirror, holding a glass of wine and talking about your hometown.
I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
After the Ching Ming Festival, Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
After the Ching Ming Festival, the clouds and the mountains looked out of the corner of the eye.
The flowers are like the old days, and the wells are full of new smoke.
The colors of the grass are not empty, and the river flows into the distant sky.
Where is Chang'an? It is far away from the setting sun.
Tang Luo Yin
You and Tian Su are old friends, and I have a lot to learn from each other.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The gulls and birds seem to be able to be physically together, and the apricot blossoms are suspected of wanting to be accompanied by sadness.
The widow's wife and children should have a cold lunch, and they look at Jiangling with tears in their eyes.
Cold Food - Tang Meng Yunqing
February Jiangnan full of flowers, the cold food in other places is far from sad.
The poor often have no fireworks, not only in the morning for the son to push.
Tang Meng Haoran, the event of the Qingming Festival
Dili is a heavy Qingming Festival, the people from the heart of sadness.
The sound of cars on the road, the color of willows in the East City.
The flowers and grasses are growing together, and the warblers are playing with the butterflies.
The empty hall is filled with memories, and the tea is drunk.
Ching Ming - Sun Changyin, Tang Dynasty
Ching Ming is in the late spring, and I am disappointed to see the northern mountains.
The flint is burning, and the tung blossoms are sprouting from the old branches.
I am ashamed to be in the dark, and I am not sure if I will ever be able to see my friends again.
Not as much as the birds of the forest, the birds of the forest, the birds of the forest, the birds of the forest, the birds of the forest, the birds of the forest.
Memories of my brothers on Qingming Day
The cold food is very sick.
The last thing I want to do is to think of 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.
I hate to be a good friend to you, but I'm not sure if I'm a good friend to you, I'm a good friend to you, I'm a good friend.
Tang Weizhuang in Chang'an
The flea is hurt by the rainy day of spring dreaming, but the grass is more luxuriant.
The first time the official gave the fire to the Qingming Festival, the last phase of the leisure to share the money of the white hit.
The Purple Street is a messy hissing red scolding dial, green poplar high painting swing.
The tourists remembered the peace, secretly happy scenery like the past years.
The Cold Snacks on the Way (Tang) Song Zhiwen
Immediately meet the cold snacks, on the way to the twilight of spring.
Poor Jiangpu, I don't see the people of Luoqiao.
The North Pole is a place where you can see your masters, and the South Sea is a place where you can see your ministers.
The old garden is a broken place, and the willows are new every day and night.
"Lvmen that is the case" (Tang) Zhang Ji
Plowman called for the love of the building boat, spring grass green ten thousand fields;
Try to go to the Wu Gate to see the county Guo, Qingming a few places have new smoke.
"Qingming" (Song) Wang Yuxiu
No flowers, no wine over the Qingming, the taste of Xiao Ran like a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and the window was divided into reading lamps.
"Cold Food on the Mound" (Song) Yang Wanli
The runway is straight, and the bridge is fine. The bridge is not a bridge, it is a bridge.
The mountains are far away from the maple, and the broken house is by the side of the wheat.
The first thing you need to do is to get the best of the best.
The pear blossom has been in the air since the last day of the year, and it's the only thing I'm worried about.
Suburban Walking (Song) Roy Cheng
The grass is green and wild, spring into the distant mountains around the blue;
Xing chased the red through the willow alley, solid water sitting on the moss rocky;
Mo resigned to the wine is very persuasive, afraid of the wind and flowers of a piece of red;
Situation is a good day of Ming Ming Dynasty, it may be worthwhile to tour Yanmo forget to go back.
Qingming Festival - Song Huang Tingjian
The festival of Qingming Peach and Plum smile, the wild field of barren mound only born of sadness.
The thunder is frightening the world, the dragon and the snake are stinging, the rain is enough to soften the grass and trees in the countryside.
People begged to sacrifice their concubines and women, while soldiers were willing to burn to death.
Who are the wise and the foolish in a thousand years, and who are they?
Ching Ming Festival - Song Wang Yu
No flowers, no wine over the Ching Ming Festival, the flavor of depression like a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and the window was divided into reading lamps.
Sending Chen Xiucai back to his grave in Shashang Province (Ming)
Full of blood, tears and dust, after the chaos of the hometown can also be sad.
The wind, rain, and pear blossom have passed through the cold food, and the children and grandchildren have come to the graves of several families.