Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Yu Wang, Tomb-Sweeping Day I lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, this lonely and poor life is very 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. During the Huang Tingjian Festival in Tomb-Sweeping Day, peaches and plums laughed, and the wilderness of Noda was only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum. There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills of Tomb-Sweeping Day, which are clear and clear. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. At a banquet at Taoist Mei's house, I lay on my bed in the forest, sad that spring was coming to an end, and lifted a curtain on the flower path. A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine elf. What kind of flame is his golden crucible? Peach trees are in bud! . Also because he held his youth in his face, the rosy flowing wine! ! On Qingming Day, Wei was sent to the imperial court to be demoted to Ganzhou. Bai Juyi was lonely on Qingming Day and depressed at Sima's home. Leave porridge and cold porridge, and cook new tea on the fire. Without wine, there must be flowers. Move south. Where? This place is far away. Tomb-Sweeping Day watches prostitute dances and listens to guest poems. Japanese Bai Juyi watches Yan Ruyu dances and listens to poems like gold. Laugh at yourself, and the string tube might as well sing. Unfortunately, the spring breeze is old, and there is no doubt that wine is deep. Send flowers to cold food, and at this time.