Qingming Tang du mu
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Qing Ming Shang He Tu Tang Bai Juyi
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.
"The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Tang Menghao ran.
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.
Cold food Tang Han yi
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.
"Seeing Friends off in Riverside Garden on Qingming Festival" Tang Jiadao
Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and some friends are in the garden. The weather is fine, blowing gently with Liu, begging for a new fire in Qingming, and the people's kitchen raises a fire to cook cigarettes.
Du Ruo is very long, and this article remembers two wise men. When can life catch up? Drink wine before the flowers fall.
The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Don Liu Changqing
After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight. Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.
There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky. Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
Tang Zhangji of Lumen's Things
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
"Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi's dream of the 20th day of the first month" stone
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
On the Tomb of Cold Food Song Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.