About Qingming Festival, there are poems and pictures about bookmarks. The relevant content is as follows:
1. Spending Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
2. During the Qingming festival, the peaches and plums smile, but the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
3. The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows. Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies fly. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
4. On a Qingming night with a good wind and a hazy moon, a red pavilion is built in blue to assassinate the historian. Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
5. There are many graveyards on the north and south hills, and Qingming festivals are held in different ways. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.
6. See the pear blossoms with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonias half with the morning rain. In the spring of the inner garden, you can't help but pass through Qingmen, and the Yugou rises and dives into Nanpu. The east wind is calm, and the thin willows are hanging with golden threads. Looking at Fengque, there is neither smoke nor fog. In good times, the government and the public are happy, and the flute and drum are played all over Jiumo and Taiping.
7. The orioles chirped intermittently, and the swallows flew around. Near the green water, the pavilion reflects the swing, there are grass fights and pairs of women swimming. The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cold for an outing. Will know secretly, young Tao Zhuhu. Towards the end of the night, the horse has a carved saddle, the lapel is drunk, and the flowers are flying.
8. It is slightly cold, slightly warm and leaking forever, half cloudy and half clear, clouds are twilight. It's a fire-forbidden day, it's time to try out new makeup, and you're at your prime. During the Qingming Festival, wax torches are passed around the Han Palace. Green smoke scatters and flies into Huai Mansion. The soldiers and guards were gathered, the doors were opened, the propaganda was carried out, and the duties were rested.