Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems

Tomb-Sweeping Day Duijiu (Zhu)

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.

Paper dust flew into the white Hu Die, and tears dyed the azaleas red.

At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave and returns at night before the children laugh.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

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Twenty-four Poems of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival (Tang Yuanzhen)

Qingming is late, and the mountains are beautiful.

The willows fly first, and the phoenix tree continues to bloom.

Hong Ying means the end of the world.

I know the wind and cloud, and I would rather worry about the past on credit.

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Tomb-Sweeping Day, I hope to see the doctor and messenger in town (Don)

Spring city is idle and loves sunny days, and the scenery is not in sight.

Cold food bloom thousand trees snow, Qingming sunrise smoke.

Star to promote seat sharing, drunken singing teenagers.

I was disappointed to hear that Yingying was crying, but I couldn't see Xie Linchuan in my poem.

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Chang 'an Qingming (Tang Wei Zhuang)

It is the rainy day that hurts the dream of spring, and the grass is more sandy.

At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.

The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.

Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.