It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"
Don't sigh in plain clothes because of the dust, you can still be home at the Qingming Festival. Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan. Gao Jia's "Drinking on Qingming Day"
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. -Du Mu's "Qingming"
The ashes of paper fly into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. "Wine on Qingming Day" by Gao Jia
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are halfway out of the city in search of spring. Wu Weixin's "Qingming Festival at Su Di"
After the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. Wang Yuqi's "Qingming Festival"
There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways. Gao Jia's "Wine on the Tomb-Sweeping Day"
On the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, but the wild graves only produce sorrow. "Qingming" by Huang Tingjian
The wild tang flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed quickly. Ping Benqing's "Niannujiao·Shu Dongliu Village Wall"
The Qingming Festival is very close, but we are guests from far away. Cao Zu's "Remembering the Youth." Wine companions during the New Year"
The courtyard is so quiet that it is impossible to get close to the Qingming Festival. The remaining flowers are drunk in wine, and I am sick again from last year. ---Zhang Xian's "Qingmen Yin·Spring Thoughts"
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many descendants are there on the graves? Gao Qi's "Send Off Chen Xiucai and Visit the Tomb on the Sand"
Listen to the wind and rain during the Qingming Festival. The flower inscription of sorrow grass. Wu Wenying's "The Wind Enters the Pine·The Wind Listens to the Rain Passing the Qingming Festival"
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden Qingming rain.
-﹣Feng Yansi's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches·Qingming"