A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
On the way to cold food (Tang Dynasty) Song Wenzhi
It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately. Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people. The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal. In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
Cold food (Tang) Hanyi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Things outside the door (Tang)
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
Qingming (Song) Yu Wang
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me. Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
"Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" (Song) Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
Cold Food on the Tomb (Song) Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Doing things in the suburbs (Song) Cheng Hao
Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
Tomb-Sweeping Day (Southern Song Dynasty) Gaozhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. There is wine to drink in life, but not a drop of Jiuquan!
"Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.
Qingjiang attracts Qingming Day Tour (Ming) Wang Pan
Where is the non-smoking section in the west building? Green fields and sunny roads. In the willows of Ma Si, people laugh and swing, and the sound of warblers always makes Chun drunk.
A Review of Chang 'an Qingming Smoke (Tang Dynasty)
In the Ming Dynasty, when Emperor Li met Qingming, he also drove tourists out of the Forbidden City. The nine-stranger wheatgrass warbler crows, and a thousand chariots and horses rain and clear.
It's the first time I met a guest today, and I'm tired of seeing flowers in my sorrow. Who's in charge in spring, it's even more futile.
Seeing a friend off on the Qingming River (Tang) Jia Dao
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and some friends are in the garden. The weather is fine, blowing gently with Liu, begging for a new fire in Qingming, and the people's kitchen raises a fire to cook cigarettes.
Du Ruo is very long, and this article remembers two wise men. When can life catch up? Drink wine before the flowers fall.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, traveling with friends (Tang Dynasty).
Several Su Chunshan chased Lu Lang, and Tomb-Sweeping Day was so smoky. Go back to wear a thin boat and slip on the bow, and get drunk and step on the residual flowers.
The wind is rushing, the clouds are floating wild, and the rain falls on the square pond. I can't bear to look back, frogs are full of sunset.
Li Zhengfeng's The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival: Rain in Luoyang (Tang)
It will clear up at dawn tomorrow, and it will rain less at night. Thousands of doors are still full of fireworks and nine doors are dust-free.
Wine Qinghe bridge spring, leakage idle palace noon. Tourists love grass, and drumming is half a sin.
"There are clothes in the sky" Qingming poem (contemporary) Liu Xiaofeng (Liu Zhou)
First: haggard grave soil, regard it as relatives; What has been lost through the ages is the most painful.
(Note: Bingzi, 1996 Bingzi Year. Comments: Those who have read this poem and been to the grave of their loved ones will definitely remember this poem.
Second, Bingziqing: peach blossom powder apricot blossoms are white, and the rain hits the branches; The pedestrians were silent, and several graves were crying.
(Comment: This poem starts from writing scenery and expresses feelings with scenery. Write delicate and gorgeous peach blossoms and apricot flowers first. The wind and rain beat the flowers. The flowers opened quietly. Write too many raindrops or slip quietly from pedestrians' faces, with tears in the middle, and then suddenly there are sad cries from several graves not far away. This is a grave-sweeping scene full of life. There is a trace of warmth in the faint sadness, which makes people see the dullness of life and the greatness of human reproduction. )
Third: Xin Qiji has made it clear that God is heartless and has no compassion for filial piety in the world; In order to earn a little tear, I endured the clear rain.
Fourth: the wind blows grandma in the rain, and the rain beats grandma in the wind; Every year on this day, people shed tears, and every year, people put them in front of the grave.
Fifth, there is no way for yin and yang to communicate, and Qingming is looking for graves; Less tears and paper money, less water and less wine.
Sixth, the business of sprouting hay by the roadside, a little bit of new green makeup is yellow, even if it doesn't rain, I still cry, and my grandmother's grave is next to the cloud.
Seventh: the soil in front of the grave is new and old, and the vegetation in front of the grave is dry and green; The voice and smile should be here, and how many spring days will be lost in the yellow dust.
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Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.
Appreciation of Su Dongpo's Ci of Mourning His Wife
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.