1. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. 2. On the Qingming Night, Bai Juyi was windy in the Tang Dynasty, and it was clear in jathyapple. Walking alone in a roundabout song, bloom's voice is far from being heard. 3. Cold food On the way, Tang Song Wenzhi met cold food immediately, and it was late spring when he was worried. Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people. The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal. In the old garden, wicker is new day and night. 4. Cold food Tang Chuncheng is full of flowers, and cold food Dongfeng willow branches. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. 5. Lumen's job is to recruit love boats, with green spring grass and ten thousand mu of land. Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming. 6. It's a pity to be sent back to the tomb of Qi State in Sha Province, covered with blood, tears and dust, and go home after the chaos. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations. 7. Tomb-Sweeping Day, Su Causeway is a festival that Wei believes that pear blossoms are in full bloom and wanderers go out of the city to find spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler. 8. Cold food on the hill Song Yang Wanli knows what happiness he Xi is! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. 9. In The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Wang Yuqiao has no flowers and no wine, and the taste is as light as a wild monk. Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study. 10. Qingming Qu Huang Tingjian Festival, peaches and plums smiling, Noda wasteland only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, 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 and wait unfairly.
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