1. "Acacia" Yuan Ge:
Mother sleeps in the ancient mountain, and her son falls in Yueyang field.
thousands of miles away from each other, there are tears all the time.
2. "Thinking of Mother" and Gong:
Frosted reed flowers are wet with tears, and the bald head has no reliance on Chai Fei.
Last May, in Huang Meiyu, Zeng Dian returned home as a cassock.
3. "Tomb-Sweeping Day" is anonymous:
People are far away in Qingming, and Baling Xiang Shui is * * * sad.
Heaven's tears filled Yaochi, and it turned into Wan Li rain.
4. Poem of Crying Mother Qu Qiubai:
A kiss is not a kiss when you are poor, but a blue shirt has new tears.
No one asked me about hunger and cold, so I fell in love with my son.
5. "Arriving home at dusk" Jiang Shiquan:
I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to be home.
A cold coat has a dense needle and thread, but a letter from home has a new ink mark.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions.
I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
6.
Bai Juyi in "The Wild Hope of Cold Food": The black crow makes the trees faint, and the cold food in Qingming will make you cry.
the wind blows paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green with spring grass.
the pear blossoms reflect the poplar trees, which are all parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, and the rustling and rainy people go home.
7, "Cold Food on the Tomb" Yang Wanli:
Go straight to the husband! Can the bridge be saved from danger?
the maple in the distant mountains is pale outside, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
the spring breeze comes again, and the new buildings are old.
Pear blossoms are eaten cold, and they are only worried when they enter the festival.
8.
. Drop empty steps, cold and rainy breaks, and bury flowers.
I have been dreaming for three years, which means I should wake up after a long dream. The material is also felt, and the world is tasteless.
it's not as quiet and gloomy as the dusty night terrace. The hairpin made a promise and abandoned it.
if there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering and who he is leaning against.
I turned from the middle of the night to the side, forbearing to listen to Xiang Xian's criticism. When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm also afraid that both of them will be unlucky, and they will be in the wind again. Clear tears, paper dust.
9. "Arriving home at dusk" Jiang Shiquan:
I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to be home.
A cold coat has a dense needle and thread, but a letter from home has a new ink mark.
I feel pity and thin when I meet you, and I ask you questions.
I feel ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
1. Bai Juyi:
The black crow makes the trees faint, but who cries when eating cold food on Qingming Day?
the wind blows paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tombs are green with spring grass.
the pear blossoms reflect the poplar trees, which are all parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, and the rustling and rainy people go home.