During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the travelers on the road were down and out. I asked the roadside where the wine seller was. There happened to be a cowherd boy who reached out and pointed at a distance. It was clearly the Xinghua Village in front.
2. It's a windy and clear night, and it's a stone red porch to stab historians. Walk alone in the roundabout singing, far from the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the flowers. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Qingming Night
On a clear night, the breeze blows gently, the moonlight is dim, the steps of bluestone, and the red railings are here. Stop-and-go alone in the roundabout corridor, listening to the distant orchestral music and silently enjoying the blooming flowers in the courtyard.
3, the spring city is full of flowers, cold food Dongfeng Yuliu oblique. 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. -(Tang) Han Yi's Cold Food
In late spring, catkins are flying and falling red everywhere in Chang 'an, and the east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows the willow branches of the Royal Garden. As night falls, the palace is busy handing out candles, and the light smoke from lighting candles is scattered into the homes of princes and nobles.
4. In February, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are full of branches, and the cold food in other places is far from sad. Poor people often have no fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty. -(Tang) Meng Yunqing's Cold Food
February in the south of the Yangtze River is the season when flowers are in full bloom, and it is like smoke and fog. While I am far away from home alone, I have met the Cold Food Festival, and I feel infinitely sad. Poor people often have three meals, and they don't see fireworks in the stove. It's just not necessary to commemorate the ancient scholars' meson push for tomorrow's custom of breaking cooking!
5. He took 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. -(Tang) Li Jianxun's Qingming Day
Everyone else goes for an outing and enjoys the scenery of Tomb-Sweeping Day, while I lie at home and sleep. No friends come to visit, only Yang Hua seems to be an old acquaintance and floats to the bed from time to time.
6. The smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willows. Who will accompany you on the levee? It's half a flower to step on the spring mud. -(Tang) Dou Gong's "Xiangyang Cold Food Send Yuwen Ji"
The thin smoke on the water dispersed, and I could see many families on the shore from a distance. In this beautiful spring, no one accompanied me. I was the only one who rode alone on the riverbank, and half of the mud on the road was covered with petals.
7. 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. -(Tang) Zhang Ji's "Lu Men Is Things"
The farmers who cultivated were called to fight, and countless fields were left uncultivated and deserted. During the Qingming Festival, I tried to climb the tower and overlook the countryside of the county. Only a few people lit up new smoke.
8. It's cold and windy, and the apricot blossoms are snowy and pink. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is slanting, and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling. -(Tang) Han Wo's Cold Food Night
Translation: the light cold that cuts the skin stings the wind, plum blossoms are like snow, and apricot blossoms are red. In the middle of the night, the swing rope on the diagonal hangs quietly, and the pavilion is faintly visible in the misty rain.
9. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is the east wind and the willows are oblique. 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. -(Tang) Han Yi's Cold Food
In late spring, catkins are flying and falling red everywhere in Chang 'an, and the east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows the willow branches of the Royal Garden. As night falls, the palace is busy handing out candles, and the light smoke from lighting candles is scattered into the homes of princes and nobles.
10, Geng Fu calls for love boat, spring grass is green and ten thousand fields are green. Try going to Wumen to see the county Guo, and there are some new smoke in Qingming. -(Tang) Zhang Ji's "Lu Men Is Things"
The farmers who cultivated were called to fight, and countless fields were left uncultivated and deserted. During the Qingming Festival, I tried to climb the tower and overlook the countryside of the county. Only a few people lit up new smoke.