In daily study, work and life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems, that is, the sentences that make up poems. What kind of poem is a good poem? The following is a description of Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems and songs that I compiled for you, hoping to help you.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
-(Tang) Du Mu's Qingming
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, bloom's voice is far from being heard.
-[Tang] Bai Juyi's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
-(Tang) Han Yi's Cold Food
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
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.
-[Tang] Meng Haoran's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is 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.
-[Tang] Liu Changqing's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.
Jun and Tiansu are old friends, so I'm going to make friends.
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.
-[Tang] Luo Yin's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Song Jiang Huaiyou
Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness.
Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
-[Tang] Meng Yunqing's Cold Food
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is 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.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
-[Song] Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.
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.
-[Tang] Sun Tomb-Sweeping Day
Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.
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.
-[Tang] Wei, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Remembering Brothers"
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.