1, Zhongyuan Zuotang Li Shangyin.
Jiang Festival Float _ Gong Guolai, the pilgrimage in the middle Yuan Dynasty dates back to the Qing Dynasty.
The sheep's rights must be stripped of gold bars, and the literary beauty will eventually become a jade mirror.
I have been too scared to sleep. I heard the rain, but I didn't know I was as confused as bloom.
And _ not far from Yingzhou, how can a bluebird ostrich.
2, "Mid-Autumn Festival presents Zhang Zunshi" by Tang Guling.
I came to this world to value RMB. If I don't give RMB, I will have no leisure.
Burning incense silently in the immortal view, knowing that the teacher is far away in Yushan.
3, "Qingming" Du Mu.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
4, "Cold Food" Han _.
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.
5, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" 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.
6. Tang Yin and Fan Yao, Explaining and Supplementing the Official Law of the Central Plains to Xu Xu.
Everyone has a secret record, Mr. Bailey.
The upper boundary of Qiu Guang is clean, and the night in the Central Plains is clear.
The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are stunned.
Yudong has long hair and Zhugong is the brightest.
Sweep the altar, the world is quiet, and cast a simple shadow.
After giving fesr medicine, I still can't keep my name.
7. Mid-Autumn Night by Don Lu Guimeng.
The dew in the orange village has dispersed, and Mr. Dong Guo is still ill.
Lonely pillows are easy to break dreams, but short eaves are difficult to spread books.
The broad clouds should be close to the sun, but I am still sparse in the reflection.
Those who only admire feathers are like water, flat and empty.