Qingming Festival
Tang Dynasty: 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.
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Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty: Wang Yucheng
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.
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Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
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Qingming is the most important.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
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Queta Liu Zhiqu withered, clinging to green trees.
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
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Doing things in the suburbs is doing things.
Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao
I enjoyed myself in Ye Yuan, where the grass grows like flowers, and saw that spring has come to the mountains, surrounded by green.
Chasing the red petals of the wind in the breeze and passing through the swaying alleys; When he feels sleepy, he sits on a mossy stone and rests by the stream.
Sue shouldn't refuse this cup of wine, and don't let the most sincere heart drink it. I'm afraid the wind will blow flowers and pieces will fly everywhere.
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.