The new orioles are singing in chaos, the willow smoke is low, and the soul-breaking spring rain is the heart-breaking period. "Poems for Tomb Sweeping Day"
The light red stains my clothes in the rain, and my eyes are tired and blurry when I look back. "Qingming Festival Poems"
The spring breeze stirs up the apricot blossoms and sends the fragrance to the end of the world. "Poems for Qingming Festival"
It's cold food soon, and it's late spring on the way. "Cold Food on the Way"
The soft pink apricots and new willows on the bank are invaded by the Qingming and spring rains. "Poems for Tomb-Sweeping Festival"
In the early days of the Qingming Festival, the internal officials gave the Qingming fire, and the prime minister divided the money among them. "Chang'an Qingming Festival"
, the dew of flowers comes out, and the weak willow wind returns. "Qingming Day"
In the apricot blossom day of Qingming Festival, poetry and wine are chanted to commemorate the Chinese New Year. I folded my long strip and leaned against the spring rain, weeping for you by the small window. "Poems for Tomb Sweeping Day"
During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and wild graves are filled with sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. "Qingming Festival"
The pear blossom wind blows during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring. "Su Di Qingming"
There are flowers flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold east wind keeps the willows from slanting. "Cold Food"
The city is filled with wind and a layer of veil, the lonely green hills are homeless. It is expected that for hundreds of years, the body will be made of earth, and the lonely moon in the world will reflect the pear blossoms. "Qingming"
Listen to the drizzle to moisten the door and bring spring back every year. "Poems for Qingming Festival"
Spring rain and apricot blossoms fill the Qingming Festival, and I still complain about the light shisha smoke in my memory. "Poems for Qingming Festival"
There are many graveyards on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and blood and tears turn into red cuckoos. "Qingming Festival"
A continuous rain of new apricots in half the garden is sent to all the people's homes during the Qingming Festival. "Poems for Tomb-Sweeping Festival"
Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. "Qingming"
On the Qingming night with a good wind and a hazy moon, the governor of the imperial palace built a red pavilion. Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret. "Qingming Night"
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. "Qingming"
The spring rain and Qingming wet the apricot blossoms, and the hills are extinguished and the willow smoke is slanting. "Qingming Sacrifice Poems"
I see the new willows with their delicate eyes drooping, and I wonder if your shadow is returning in the wind. "Poems for Qingming Festival"
, Once exposed to the spring rain, my heart is broken, and I am wandering in search of my hometown. "Poems for Tomb-Sweeping Festival"
On Qingming Festival, the time for appreciating fragrance, Qingming is the time to drink wine to relieve worries. "Poems for Tomb Sweeping Day"
In the late spring of Qingming Festival, I looked at the northern mountain border with regret. The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches. "Qingming"
I tried to go to Wumen to have a glimpse of the county. There was new smoke in several places during Qingming. "Lvmen Jishi"
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home. "Suburban Travel"
In the misty rain painting screen in the south of the Yangtze River, the half-mirror slanted window has a little red. The swallows do not come back to the pavilion, and the willow silk is facing the east wind today. "Qingming"
In the late morning, it rains in Longmen, and in spring, the wind blows in your cave. "From Xiwu Bridge to Gua on Tomb Sweeping Day"
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food were gone, descendants came from several graves. "Farewell to Chen Xiucai"
I want to drink wine to relieve my worries on the Qingming Festival, and I want to enjoy the spring flowers and forget my worries.
"Qingming Festival Poems"