On Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems 1. Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems
1, The Wind Into the Pine Yi Song Wu Wenying listens to the wind and rain.
Worried about grass and flowers. In front of the building is a dark road with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness.
In the cold spring, I was drinking wine, and I dreamed of singing warblers. 2, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Tang Juyi is good at "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", and Shi Hongxuan is a historian.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers. 3, "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" Wei Song Wu Weixin pear blossoms are clear, and the wanderer is out of town in the spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler. 4. "Seeing friends off at the Riverside Garden on the Qingming Festival" Tang Yijia said that today, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the garden won.
The weather is fine, blowing gently with Liu, begging for a new fire in Qingming, and the people's kitchen raises a fire to cook cigarettes. Du Ruo is very long, and this article remembers two wise men.
When can life catch up? Drink wine before the flowers fall. 5, "Picking Mulberry Seeds" Wei Song Ouyang Xiu thought about the West Lake on Qingming Day, full of prosperity.
Who is fighting for the way? Green willows and bamboos push the cart.
Tourists will go at dusk and wake up drunk and noisy. The road turned into a dam.
Until the city head always flowers. 6, "Broken Array" Song Yiyan Shu Yan came to Xinhua News Agency, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao. The suspect had a good dream last night, but Yuan won today.
Laughter comes from two faces. 7, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Song Yifan became a big shower and wore a hat.
Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water. 8, "Huanxisha" Song, Zhu Dunru, rainy, quiet and fragrant.
It's very cold outside Bixi Bridge. The days are long and lonely.
At the beginning of pruning, the green leaves are scattered, and the withered new apricots are not sour. Jiang Nanchun looks good with anyone.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems
Poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day When Du Mu Tomb-Sweeping Day was in the Tang Dynasty, it rained heavily and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Cold food on the road Tang Song Wenzhi met cold food immediately, and it was already late spring on the road.
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. Cold food Tang Hanyi Spring City 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. Lumen's matter is that Ji Geng, Zhang Tang recruits love ships, and spring grass is green and boundless; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties", also left a famous sentence describing Tomb-Sweeping Day for later generations: When the spring in the south reaches the halfway point, the wind and the smell of Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
"The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" records the younger brother's dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Wei's cold food recipes are sick and relaxed. Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.
Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried. I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
Chang 'an Qingming: Tang Dynasty Author: Wei Zhuang fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but 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.
The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Qing 'e drew a fan, and the trees in spring are golden red. If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak willow wind.
Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them. Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
It was also the Qingming Day of Jinzhou Hulangzhong, and the banquet was held in Yuting. Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: A new fire broke out in Zhangji County, and it was sunny in Gaozhai. Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing.
* * * When you get drunk, move the incense mat and stay in the twilight. Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing.
Tomb-Sweeping Day from Xiqiao firewood to Guayan village pregnant Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Night Ji Longmen rain, spring gives birth to the wind. Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.
Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old. The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.
Qingming Festival in the South of the Yangtze River: Author of Tang Dynasty: Chu Yi, Wu Shan and Zheng Zhun. During the four years, when she saw Qingming Festival, she changed her appearance. Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.
There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain. What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded.
"Qingming" years: Song Author: Gao Zhu North and South Hill tomb fields, Qingming Festival sweeping away different places. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival: Author of Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian smiles at peaches and plums during Qingming Festival, and worries about Noda's desolate grave. 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. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Tang Jianxun and he both took wine to find incense, and I slept soundly with the door closed. Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.
Lake Temple Qingming Riverside Pictorial Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu spent sleepless nights, thinking about danger 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 in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season. Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.
After the Qingming Festival, I went to the city to see the Dynasty: Tang Author: Liu Changqing After the Qingming Festival, I looked up at Yunshan. Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.
There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky. Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
Qingming Festival in the South of the Yangtze River: Author of Tang Dynasty: Chu Yi, Wu Shan and Zheng Zhun. During the four years, when she saw Qingming Festival, she changed her appearance. Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.
There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain. What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded.
"Qingming" years: Song Author: Gao Zhu North and South Hill tomb fields, Qingming Festival sweeping away different places. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival: Author of Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian smiles at peaches and plums during Qingming Festival, and worries about Noda's desolate grave. 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. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Tang Jianxun and he both took wine to find incense, and I slept soundly with the door closed. Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.
Lake Temple Qingming Riverside Pictorial Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu spent sleepless nights, thinking about danger 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 in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season. Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.
After the Qingming Festival, I went to the city to see the Dynasty: Tang Author: Liu Changqing After the Qingming Festival, I looked up at Yunshan. Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.
There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky. Where is Chang 'an? It is pointed out that the setting sun is bright, the Song and Huang Tingjian are bright and smiling, and Noda's wasteland is worrying about himself.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. "Qingming Wang Song Yuqiao" has no flowers or wine. He is like 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. Tomb-Sweeping Day in Su Causeway is Wei's belief, pear blossoms are at the tip of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and wanderers are looking for spring in other places.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler. On the cold food burial, Song went straight to her husband Yang Wanli! 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.
The trip to the outer suburbs is a wild behavior of the Song Dynasty, and spring enters the surrounding mountains and rivers; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave. Back to the tomb of Shasheng, Song was covered in blood, tears and dust, and it was sad to 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. Wang Pan, a tourist in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jiangyin, asked the West Building where smoking was good. Green fields and sunny roads. In the willows of Ma Si, people laugh and swing, and the sound of warblers always makes Chunzui drunk.
3. Qingming poetry
In Tomb-Sweeping Day (Tang Dynasty), there was abundant rain, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. The most famous poem about the custom of cold food in Tomb-Sweeping Day is Cold Food (Tang Dynasty). There are flowers everywhere in the spring city of Hanyi, and the willow branches in the east wind are inclined to eat cold food.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. One of the poems describes Tomb-Sweeping Day: On the night of Qingming, Bai Juyi enjoyed a prosperous Tang Dynasty, and on the night of Qingming, the historian was stabbed in the blue brick red porch.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers. On Qingming Day, Deng Rui's second son was sent back to his hometown. Dai Shulun's bell and drum left that day, and the rickshaw driver urged the evening dress.
The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted. Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.
Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today. Looking at the city after Qingming Festival —— After Qingming Festival in Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty, Yunshan was in sight.
Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells. There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset. Jiang Huaiyou-Tang Luoyin Jun and Tian Su of Song of Ching Ming Ri both traveled through the past, so I have to prepare for the handover.
For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have been sad all day. Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears. The second poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day's cold food-Tang Meng Yunqing In February, there were many flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the cold food in other places was far from sad.
The poor often don't have fireworks. In fact, it's not just the Ming Dynasty that advocates Qingming-Tang Menghao emphasized Qingming in The Emperor, and people are worried. The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
Qingming-Qingming in the late spring of the Tang Dynasty, Sun looked at the mountains in the north. Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.
Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends. Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.
On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I remembered my brother, Tang Wei Wu Ying's cold food recipe, which was sickly and relaxed. Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.
Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried. I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
Fleas in Qingming Village of Chang 'an are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but they are even 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.
Describing Tomb-Sweeping Day's third poem "Cold Food on the Road" (Tang Dynasty), Song immediately met cold food, and it was on the road in late spring. 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.
"The door is a thing" (Tang) Zhang Fuzhao loves boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming. "Qingming" (Song) Wang Yuqiao lived a Qingming without flowers and wine, and his interest was as bleak 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. On the Tomb of Cold Food (Song) What is the father of Yang Wanli! 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.
"Things are in the suburbs" (Song) Cheng Yi grass green fields wantonly, spring into the surrounding mountains and rivers; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave. The fourth poem describing Tomb-Sweeping Day is Qingming-Song Huang Tingjian Tomb-Sweeping Day Laughing at Tao Li Noda's Wasteland and Sorrow.
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.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum. Qingming-Song Wang Yu lived a Qingming without flowers and wine, and his taste was as bleak 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. "Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi's face was covered with blood and tears, and he was sad to go home after the chaos.
The pear blossoms in the rain have been cold, and several descendants have come to visit the grave.
4. Write Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems
Poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day When Du Mu Tomb-Sweeping Day was in the Tang Dynasty, it rained heavily and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Cold food on the road Tang Song Wenzhi met cold food immediately, and it was already late spring on the road.
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. Cold food Tang Hanyi Spring City 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. Lumen's matter is that Ji Geng, Zhang Tang recruits love ships, and spring grass is green and boundless; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties", also left a famous sentence describing Tomb-Sweeping Day for later generations: When the spring in the south reaches the halfway point, the wind and the smell of Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
In the Qingming Song Dynasty, Huang Tingjian celebrated Tomb-Sweeping Day, while Taoli smiled and Noda was sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. "
In The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Wang Yuqiao lived a life without flowers and wine, and his taste was as bleak as that of 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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day in Su Causeway is Wei's belief, pear blossoms are at the tip of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and wanderers are looking for spring in other places. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
On the cold food burial, Song went straight to her husband Yang Wanli! 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. The trip to the outer suburbs is Song Chenghao's wild behavior, and spring enters the surrounding mountains and rivers; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
Back to the tomb of Shasheng, Song was covered in blood, tears and dust, and it was sad to 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. Wang Pan, a tourist in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jiangyin, asked the West Building where smoking was good. Green fields and sunny roads.
In the willows of Ma Si, people laugh and swing, and the sound of warblers always makes Chunzui drunk.
5. Seek to describe the poems or essays of Qingming, and seek originality.
I. Tomb-Sweeping Day (Tomb-Sweeping Day 20 1 1). Note: It was the third day of March in Tomb-Sweeping Day in the year of Xin Mao. It rained in Chun Xue yesterday, but it is sunny now. Today, my guests and I sat in northern Jiangsu for more than three years. Every sister and naughty nephew came with me. I remember the Qingming Festival, the roots of China, my hometown, the ancient city of Shang Yong, and the fleeting years. Go for a walk by the willow hedge Suddenly I heard the laughter like a bell in the sky, and I leaned on the wall to drink and peek at the swing. Secondly, my ancestors held a flat peach banquet on March 3, and Zhenwu Zhenjun invited me for my birthday. After I arrived at Xuanyuan Huangdi, I burned paper money in five places. Third, Hanshui untitled nine songs to Qingming, flowers flying all over the sky, locking the city. Grass and flowers flow through the years, misty and sighing, ancient and modern flowers are like arrows to find a bosom friend. Fourth, the battle was broken. Spring breeze and spring rain are clear, cherry blossoms and pears are clear. There are seven or eight fat geese on the stream, three or two new swallows under the eaves, and the kitchen smoke is faint in the red sun. My foolish nephew is lazy, and my clothes are confused by spring dreams. He seems to be planting spring willows with his neighbors, just like his uncle and aunt flying kites, with a full frown. The Qingming Festival (Qingming in 2009) began in northern Anhui. Accidentally provoked passers-by. Inadvertently, I slowed down, parked my car on the shore and scanned everything in front of me. The sky is gray, the river bank is green, and the water surface is light blue-occasionally, I will see the hydrosphere-it is a prank of small fish wandering on the water surface-and I give a wry smile. It turns out that some people can always have nothing to steal. The small county in front of us is called Wuhe. Smell it. Looking at the coffins held by people in a hurry, I suddenly remembered that today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. A series of activities appear in my mind: hiking, outing, swinging, playing football, playing polo, inserting willows, tug-of-war, cockfighting, ancestor worship, drinking and eating farm food. How beautiful! During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. This Tomb-Sweeping Day, where am I in this time and space? What about next year? What about the year after next? What about three years, five years and ten years? Yes, warm a pot of sake and enjoy it.
6. What are the poems about Qingming?
● Yulan Yanshu Lou Yu Zhuge Jinsuo, cold food is clear, and the awaken of spring is about to break. The eyebrows are worried about the slanting moon between the windows, and tears fall outside the curtain. Gathering in the clouds is really nothing. How many can a hundred years old have? Not coming is ungrateful, and I have thought about it a thousand times. Butterfly lovers, spring twilight, Li Guan leisurely stroll night pavilion, just for the sake of Qingming, gradually feel hurt spring dusk. A little wind and rain come and go, so do clouds. Peach and apricot are light and fragrant. Who smiles softly on the swing? There is no place to arrange an inch of acacia. ● The weather in Duane is sunny, and the day is always full of worries. The terrace is green and fragrant. The bird's nest is square, the basin is small, and the new lotus cover is just a happy event. Clothes list, nephrite body half cage. Pomegranate is beautiful, with a little red. The repairs outside the window are very cold. Self-knowledge and haggard newcomer. Looking at Chao Ran Station in the south of the Yangtze River, Su Shi's spring scenery is not old, and the wind is clear and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the terrace of Chao Ran. A city is full of flowers in spring. After a cold meal, I woke up feeling sorry for my old friend. Don't think about my old country, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine ride the years. ● Xie Chichun's Li Chi Ngai is cold, and Chu Qing after the rain. People don't get married until they are old. I hate it, and pay it to the willow tree in front of the court. ● Dong Xian Song is a year of spring, and plum blossoms have the deepest meaning. By the time the leaf warbler blooms, it's already late in spring, which makes people have no new ideas. Make it into a fairy song, so that people who explore spring can sing it, and there will be no regrets in the future. The snow clouds cleared away, leaving a bright future. The fragrance of Xiao Yan is the most exquisite. By the time of Qingming, the flowers were in chaos and half of the spring breeze was gone. I've already gone on a tour with Shao Guang * * *, but I don't care about the chill of spring, and I'm drunk and warm myself. ● Qingping Music Ada Dongfeng remains the same, and I am interested in Yangliu. When the goose is yellow, the weather is sunny. Last year was purple and green, but tonight it rains. ● Zhao Lingzhi wants to reduce the cold of Luo Yi, but people don't roll beads. How much does an almond cost? Crow signs stop hating sunny rain. A wisp of smoke sinks every day, and the wine wakes up late, worrying about Chun Qing. Swallows write back by mistake, and Xijiang Road is on the small screen. ● Think of Cao Zu's drinking partner when he was young, the places he went to when he was young, and the spring scenery when he was young. Obviously close at hand, the end of the world is a guest. It's hard to go back in time. Think about the past. It's all in the past. When he boarded the ship, he hated and was speechless. When he took a picture of Qingming, some children were urged by Yingying. All the willows are covered with sheep and the fence is covered with moss. Affectionate curtain Yan wandered alone, still covered with rain, and returned. Walking on the beach, Zhou Zizhi is like a tulle, and people are like flying sheep. The teardrop pavilion is in vain. There's no reason to live in the Blue Boat. The wild goose crosses the setting sun and the grass is misty. There are countless worries now. Don't think about how to live in the Ming Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's hollow courtyard is low to drive out Nuwa, and the wind and drizzle are oblique, so the heavy door must be closed. Petting Liu Jiaohua is close to cold food, and there are all kinds of annoying weather. Poetry is poetic, sober-headed, and especially leisurely. A thousand worries are hard to send. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Leng Xiang forbade me to be sad. The morning dew is clear and the new tung is new. Pale crimson lips, spring sorrow, Zhao Dingxiang's cold gold stove, dreaming of returning to the honeymoon account, fragrant and tender. No one even asked, but a pillow of Jiangnan hate, thin away, suddenly feel the spring shirt faded. Qingming is near, apricot blossoms are blown out, and the east wind is tight at dusk.
7. About Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are 20 ancient poems and sentences about the beautiful scenery in spring.
On the Qingming night, Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty was sunny and sunny, and Hongxuan was a blue brick secretariat. He walked around the cloister alone, listening to the strings and looking at the flowers in the dark. On Qingming Day, Deng Rui's second son was sent back to his hometown, and the bell and drum left his grandson in Tang Dynasty to wear Shulun, and the car promoted the evening dress. The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted. He looked at Fahua in the mirror and held a cup to talk about his hometown. Every time I am afraid that my child will cry, I touched my clothes today. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, he went to the river far from the sky. Where is Chang 'an? It's far from the sunset. Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jiang Huaiyou-Tang Luoyin Jun, Tian Su, I was ready when I made friends. After two years of isolation from the yellow world, water is sad every day. Seagulls seem to be in harmony with physics, and apricot blossoms are suspicious, accompanied by people's worries. My wife and young children should be cold food. I looked at Jiangling with tears in my eyes. The second poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day is Cold Food-Don Meng Yunqing. It's not just the Ming dynasty that fueled the children. Qingming is a matter-in Tang Meng's The Emperor, Qingming is important and people are worried. The sound of cars on the road is harmonious, and the oriental willow is green. Bloom flowers fall, grass grows, warblers fly, birds fly and butterflies play. Sitting in the empty hall, remembering each other, drinking tea and chatting instead of getting drunk. Qingming-the Qingming of Tang Sun Yinchang in late spring, I look forward to the mountains in the north. The fire kindled a new flame, and tung flowers grew new branches. Fireworks are all over Qingchuan. Apricot porridge is still edible, and elm soup has been slightly fried. I only hate my dear relatives, so I want to spend this glorious year. Fleas in Qingming Village of Chang 'an are rainy days that hurt my spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy. At first, the official gave me a Qingming fire, which cost me a lot of money. The purple stranger screamed and waved, and the green poplar drew a swing. The tourists remembered the tranquility of that year and secretly rejoiced that the scenery of that year was as usual. The third poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day. I don't see anyone from Luo Qiao. The North Pole is wise and the South is a vassal. The old garden is heartbroken, and the wicker is new day and night. "The door is a thing" (Tang) Zhang Fuzhao loves boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless; Try going to Wumen to see the county Guo, there are some new cigarettes in Qingming. Wang Yuqiao in Qingming (Song) lived a Qingming without flowers and wine, and his interest was as bleak as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, his neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window and desk lamp were separated. Yang Wanli on the cold food tomb (Song Dynasty) is so careful! Can this bridge be out of danger? Far away in the mountains, the maple leaves are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The grass stays in the spring breeze again, and the new flowers are getting old. Pear blossoms are cold food, only worrying about the festival. "What is it to walk in the suburbs" (Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao is wild and wild, and enters the surrounding mountains and rivers gardens in spring; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, so it is better to travel and forget to return. The fourth poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day is Qingming Festival-Song's Tomb-Sweeping Day is full of smiles, while Noda's Tomb is only sad. The thunder stung the dragon snake, and everything in the suburbs was soft in the rain. People beg to sacrifice to my concubine, but they are willing to be burned to death. Smart and stupid people knew who it was thousands of years ago. They are everywhere. Tomb-Sweeping Day-Song Wang Yu lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. .