[Tang]?
Du Mu
day of mourning
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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[Song]?
Huang tingjian
day of mourning
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.
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[Song]?
Gaozhu
day of mourning
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
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[Song]?
Hao Cheng
Work in the suburbs
When Fiona Fang's green fields roam freely, spring comes around Yaoshanbi.
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.
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[Tang]?
Feng Yansi
"Magpies tread on the ground, and six songs float on the green trees."
Six songs lean against the green trees,
Liu Feng is light, showing golden thread.
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[Song]?
Wu Wenying
Three criminals are crossing the river.
Shame and hate, the evening breeze has not fallen, and the embroidery is slightly heavier.
The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, osmanthus trees are light gulls, and Baole leans on the residual clouds.
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[Tang]?
Bai Juyi
Qingming night
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
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[Song]?
Liu Yong
"Magnolia is slow, pulling tung flowers."
Tear down the rotten tung flowers, drain the rain at the beginning, and wash them clean. Apricots are burned in the forest, peach blossoms are embroidered in the wild, and the scenery is like a screen. The whole city, trying to win, suddenly carved a saddle out of the suburbs. The wind is warm and the strings are crisp, and thousands of families compete to play new sounds.
Yingying, go for an outing and fight grass. People are gorgeous and likable. Often go to the side of the road, leaving a hairpin, pearl green. Celebration, for Kerry, believes that gold has run out. You will never be able to fight the Ming Dynasty.