1, it is quieter for monks to rejuvenate during the day, and ghosts cry at the beginning of the night in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Dong Siwei revisited Nengren Temple.
2, there are mountains under the white sky, and there is no homesickness in Qingming. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival by Gao Qi
3, it should be sunny for a hundred days, and cold food was served for no reason yesterday. One-day tour of Wang Shucheng Qingming New Town Kannonji
4, one hundred and fifty days holiday in Tomb-Sweeping Day, two or three times to save the family, the guest is still far away. A Zhang Kejiu's "Hong Xiuxie: Two Rhymes Sword Coming from the West"
5. Half-garden apricot, drizzling, sent to Qingming people. A poem of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
6. Thousands of pear trees are planted in Beishan, and bloom is clear every year. A Yankee's "Pear Blossoms in North Mountain (Orderly)"
7. The boat is not as good as the Qingming contract, and the purple bamboo shoots are not responsible for Zhu Ying. A He Zhu "Send Bi Yanzu to the Capital"
8, unbearable, flying flowers and shade, cold smoke and deep trees. A Wu Wenying's "Xi Zi Makeup Slow Lake Qingming Thin Tour"
9. Only after the Qingming Festival, I gradually feel that spring hurts. Li Guan's "Dead Lotus Spring Evening"
10, the colored rope is light and long, and the red window can't sleep. The sleepy weather is approaching Qingming. A Su Shi's Huanxisha Chun Qing
1 1, the willow in front of the door is full, and it is Qingming Festival. A Janice's "Dream, Willows in front of the door"
12, tung flowers were removed, the rain drained and washed clearly. A Liu Yong's "Magnolia Slowly Dismantling Tung Flowers"
13, it will be sunny all the year round in February, and it will only be sunny in mid-March this year. Send a message to find spring to bring wine friends, although the peach blossom has an east wind. Li Tongfang's Two Spring Poems
14, the DPRK plans to be near, and it is expected that the silver hair will be extended. A song by Wang, "Sour Plum on the Remaining Calyx of High Balcony"
15, listening to the drizzle to moisten the door, sending spring back every year. A poem of Tomb-Sweeping Day.