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.
Su Shi in Jiangchengzi
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 a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Cold food hanyi
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.
Extended information Tomb-Sweeping Day missed the sentence.
1. With Qingming coming, we cherish the memory of lost youth, look forward to a bright future, bury annoying troubles and bring a satisfactory life. I deeply wish my friend good health and always smile!
2. The clear drizzle is lingering, like the world crying for the dead. The fragrance of flowers in Qingming seems to bloom to decorate Qingming. In the afternoon, the bright sunshine is the brightest, just like people's mood of worshipping their ancestors and returning home. May you worship your ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but it has fulfilled your wish to respect filial piety!
3. Qingming is a colorful painting, which contains the solemnity of sacrifice, the tradition of civilization, the joy of outing, the concern of broken willow, the ease of eternal brushwork and the sweetness of blessing. I wish you a good mood in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
4. The deep homesickness lingers with the smoke from the kitchen, the earnest teachings reverberate with the laughter, the heavy memories gradually become clear with the drizzle, and the lingering melancholy is scattered in the bottom of my heart with the breeze. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the dead rest in peace in heaven!