Author: Huang Tingjian
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, 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.
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.
2. Klang Ganzhou
Author: Luo Chair
I am in a hurry. I am remembered by others.
The north peak is due south, the mountain is laughing, and the water is flute.
Blow away the misty rain on the balcony, and the birds will break the spring.
Where there is no grass, there is only green.
Who cares about the lonely mountain, Ren Meizhu is cold, and recommends Ju Chunming.
Seeing human feelings like this, you don't have to wake up when you are drunk.
Asked when Fan Chuan would return, he sighed at seventy-five pavilions in his hometown.
You know, Dong Yunxi Zhu, laugh at me for falling down.
3. Nian Nujiao
Author: Zhang Yi
Elm smoke rises, just past Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it has nine leaves.
I am very happy to fall in love with the immortal, and a real emu was born in Phoenix Cave.
Good heart, splendid articles, and meritorious service in the mirror period. Living in a horse tent for the time being depends on foresight.
I can think that I am a late bloomer, and my fame and ambition are not inferior to that of Sue.
Naixian is not around, but in the autumn wind.
Poetry, wine, piano, chess, romance, snow and raising luxury are all really happy.
Shoushang, Taigong must meet Wen to hunt.
4. "Operator"
Author: Liu Kezhuang
I have blamed the society for my failure, but I still like the nest as before.
Don't come after Qingming, don't be mistaken by the cold in spring.
I often fly by painting eaves and suddenly appoint empty beams.
Forget about the Wangs and Xie Jia. Don't be shy.
5. Pick mulberry seeds
Author: Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is good in Qingming Festival.
Full of prosperity,
Who is fighting for the road,
Green willows and bamboos push the cart.
Tourists will leave at sunset,
Woke up drunk and noisy,
The road turned to the bank,
Until the city head always flowers.
6. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Author: Wang Yuqiao
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.
7. "Su Causeway is a clear thing."
Author: Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.