"Qingming" Du Mu During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
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Author: Xu Hun
Returning to Sanjing in frustration, hurting the spring and leaving the nine gates. Thin smoke willow road, light rain Xinghua Village.
The herdsman still calls for his calf, and the neighbor also hugs his grandson. Not knowing Yu Zheng's suffering, he greeted the horse and asked about the cold and temperature.
. On a spring day, I return to the north with my heart in my boat.
Author: Xue Neng
I circle around and eat all day long, and return to the boat to Shumen. The rain has dried up the willow crossing, and the mountain is hot in the apricot flower village.
The clear mirror is empty and the mountain is dawning, and the solitary lamp is extremely dark. The border town is not my intention, but looking back, my kindness remains unfinished.
Farewell to friends
Author: Wen Tingyun
Farewell to Dumen, half drunk, with a desolate ancient plain. Yangye Society in the evening breeze, Xinghua Village in the cold weather.
Twilight distracts me from my thoughts, and I miss my memories of the spring. There is no limit to the beauty of life, let alone a grandson.