1. Tao Yuanming planted mulberry trees along the Yangtze River, and he hoped to harvest them three years later. Flourishing leaves, mountains and rivers suddenly changed. The leaves of Ke Zhi die, and the roots float in the sea. Spring silkworms have no food, who wants cold clothes! I didn't plant the plateau, so I regret today. 2. "Crying Xuancheng is good at brewing Jizuo" Li Bai Jizuo Huang Quan also wants to brew old springs. There is no dawn at night, who is selling wine? 3. "Traveling in Autumn Night" Li Bai's cool breeze spends autumn sea, blowing my homesickness. On the way home, the mountains are far away, when will the lost water come again? Looking up, I saw the dark clouds were gray and the cold light of the moon was broken. The grass is no longer soft, and Hanlu quickly puts on warm clothes. I often dream that the Milky Way is setting, and when I wake up, there are few stars in the sky. With sadness and longing for hometown, who can wave it away? 4. "Crying Meng Haoran" Wang Wei's old friend disappeared, and the Hanshui River flowed eastward. Excuse me, Xiangyang is old and Cai Zhou is empty. 5. "five words? Cold clothing festival is separated by two boundaries, and cold and warm are always sad. Burn paper everywhere and send cold clothes to every family. Smoke rises in the vastness and leaves into the clouds. The old look should be unforgettable. Who asked Lao Qu? 6. "Autumn Nightingale" is leaking, the night is long, and the light clouds and moonlight are long. Autumn forced dark worms to ring at night, but Murphy cream was not sent to clothing requisition.
7. "Send the husband" guards the border and closes the door to Wu, and the west wind blows my husband. Tears a thousand times, so cold that your clothes are gone. 8. "in my heart forever" Zhang Hong left Yanchu last year, and the tailor firefly flew tonight. I haven't heard from travelers recently, and I don't know where to send warm clothes. 9. "Send three funeral songs? First of all, Yuan Zhen, Xie's youngest daughter, unfortunately married this penniless scholar. You saw me naked in the box. You take off the gold brooch and buy me wine. You eat your food with wild vegetables, but your food is sweet. You cook with dead branches with leaves. Now that I am a high official, you are far away from the world and sent some monks and priests to be at the mercy of monks. 10. "partridge sky" He Zhu re-entered Nagato. Everything is wrong, and what follows is different. Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The original grass, the first dew, the old habitat new ridge. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night? 1 1. "Seven don't worry." I owe my family a cold coat tonight. Suddenly, I recalled the real estate business in the world, and I will send my sadness with me. 12. The new horse cut out brocade makeup and knelt down to the southwest. An old friend, Quancheng didn't wait, and sent paper money to Guicheng.
13. Four Wonders? Cold clothing festival "the smoke is even dusk, and the road is full of fire." Send to the dead, burn all the money, and you will miss your family coldly. 14. Seven laws? Cold clothing festival (the first day of October) has never been my concern, so I can't help but burst my heart this year. Looking at the Northwest Cross Street, the night reveals the invasion of dreams and souls. The stars are cold because of the new moon, and the children send cotton-padded clothes and feathers. Walk around me when you open the paper money. Yiyi should be two lapels. 15. Seven laws? Think of an old friend, everything in the world is separated by yin and yang, and you can know before you are confused. Bitter with self-knowledge, happy with thinking of the elderly. Tears send cold clothes, and cold fog fears wet paper foil. Don't complain about the bitterness of this world, it makes you cry from spring. 16. "Seven Laws of Snow Sorrow" Goose feathers have been broken for a long time, and Hongyan has never been to Beiguan. However, it is difficult to break the ice with a single paddle. Cold clothes can warm the lonely door? The statue is still covered with trees. Beating my chest for Gui Ling, Wang Xiang doesn't love Wushan anymore! 17. After the killing, it was sad. I can't look back when the moon is high. The bones are dead, the grass is on the sand, and the family members are slow to send warm clothes. So much for the poem about Cold Clothes Festival.