The wind of Xiao enters the ninth level, and the rain of kites falls into the mortal world
The poem on the jade-faced flute, the chant of longing for the broken soul
The chant of beauty
Xiao Xiao The sound of war drums and souls,
The fish in the jade face is drunk in the nine states.
A beauty is like a famous general,
How can white hair show up in the world.
Memorial
Du Mu during the Qingming Festival
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by feel like they are dying.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.< /p>
Qingming Wang Yu
Spending Qingming without flowers or wine, my mood was as low as that of a wild monk.
Yesterday my neighbor begged for a new fire, and a reading lamp was given to me by the dawn window.
Huang Tingjian during the Qingming Festival
On the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and only sorrow arises in the wild fields and graves.
Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and the rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside.
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People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
The wise and the foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil***