"Qingming"
Tang Dynasty·Du Fu
On this day, flowers bloom everywhere, and thousands of people come out of Changsha.
The green willows at the ferry head have bright eyebrows, and the red hooves are arrogant and biting the knees.
It is easy to visit Xiangxi Temple here, and all the generals will also arrive from the army.
Ma Yuan’s march is in front of us, and Ge Qiang is close to the same mind.
The golden stirrup comes down the mountain late and the red powder is late, and the tooth Qiang is far away from the brothel.
In ancient times, we all know the sorrow and chaos, and the joys and sorrows of the world are temporary.
Although my younger brother and nephew can’t save books, the war has not ended and they are separated.
It is not my way to cater to the young and strong, and this situation will be eradicated even more now.
"The Event at Lumen"
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The plowmen recruited boats to chase the buildings, and the spring grass was green for thousands of fields.
Trying to go to Wumen to have a look at the county, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
"Qingming"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"The Qingming Festival in Chang'an"
Tang·Gu Feixiong
In the Ming Dynasty, when the emperor encountered the Qingming Festival, he also chased tourists out of the forbidden city.
The fragrant orioles on Jiumo are singing, and the rain has cleared for thousands of cars and horses.
Today is the first time we have visited each other. I feel sad and tired of this life when I look at flowers.
Who is the master of the spring scenery in the coming year? It is too haggard and unachievable.
"Traveling with Friends on Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Tang·Laihu
I spent several nights in the spring mountains chasing Lu Lang, and the Qingming Festival was full of smoke.
The bow of the boat slips through the thin cattails, and the lingering flowers are drunk and the teeth are fragrant.
The wind is strong, the mountains and clouds are drifting across the wild fields, and the rain is leaving the fields and water falling into the square pond.
After chanting unbearably, I looked back east, hearing the sound of frogs as the setting sun filled my ears.
"Send a Friend in the Garden on Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Tang·Jiadao
Today is the Qingming Festival, and the garden is a happy place.
The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen.
Ducao opens three paths, and the article recalls two wise men.
When will you be able to drive with your life? Before the wine falls, the flowers will fall.
"Luoyang Qingming Riyuji"
Li Zhengfeng of the Tang Dynasty
The dawn will be clear and tomorrow will be clear, and the night will be rainy.
There are still fireworks in thousands of gates, and there is no dust in nine streets.
The wine-green river bridge is spring, and the palace is idle at noon.
Tourists fall in love with fragrant grass, but half offend strict city drums.
"Sending Deng Rui's Two Sons Back Home on Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The departure day is noisy with bells and drums, and the carriage drivers rush to dress for the night.
The kitchen at dawn becomes hot, and the willows turn into frost.
Looking at Huafa through the mirror, talking about hometown while holding a cup.
Every time I hate the tears of my children, I feel guilty today.
"Climbing the city and looking out after the Qingming Festival"
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
Landscape After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains look out in front of you.
A hundred flowers are as old as before, and new smoke is coming out of thousands of wells.
There is no open space in the color of grass, and the river flows into the distant sky.
Where is Chang'an? It points to the sunset.
"Walking with Friends on the Qujiang River on Qingming Day"
Luo Yin of the Tang Dynasty
You and Tian Su are on an old trip, and I am also prepared for our relationship.
Isolated under the Yellow Spring for two years, the water is desolate every day.
The gulls seem to be able to control physics, and the apricot blossoms accompany people with sorrow.
Widowed wives and young children should eat cold food and shed tears when looking at Jiangling in the distance.
"Qingming"
Sun Changyin of the Tang Dynasty
In the late spring of Qingming, I looked sadly at the northern mountain frontier.
The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches.
Shen Ming is ashamed of his new year's gifts, and banquets prevent friends from knowing him.
Not as good as the birds in the forest, they move around and feather their feathers together.
"Remembering My Brothers on the Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Tang·Wei Yingwu
There are many diseases when eating cold food, and you will feel uncomfortable if you open your lapel.
Finally, I miss my old county, and the fireworks fill Qingchuan.
The apricot porridge is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate that my good friend Yan has to sit and spend this beautiful year.
"Ching Ming Festival in Chang'an"
Weizhuang of Tang Dynasty
Fleas hurt the dream of spring and rainy days, but they can make the grass more vigorous.
The internal officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the prime minister divided the money among them.
The purple streets are hissing, the red ones are screaming, and the green poplars are high, reflecting the swings.
Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery is as good as in the past.
"Qingming Day"
Tang Dynasty·Wen Tingyun
In the fan painted by Qing'e, the spring trees are red with tulips.
When you go out, you are exposed to the dew of flowers, and you return to the weak willow wind.
The horse is arrogant and avoids it, and the chicken is scared to open the cage.
Who sent out the zhetan? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
"Qingming Day"
Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
They all brought wine to seek fragrance, while I closed the door and slept quietly.
Only the poplar flowers seem to be looking for each other, and they return to the bed when the wind blows.
"Magpies Stepping on the Branches·Qingming"
Five Dynasties·Feng Yansi
The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees, and the willows are light in the wind, showing their golden strands.
Who moved the zither to the jade pillar? The petrels flew away in fright through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain.
I fall asleep in silence, frightened and disabled, and my good dreams are nowhere to be found?
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers"
Southern Tang Dynasty·Li Yu
Gao Gao was strolling leisurely in the distant night pavilion. After the Qingming Festival, he gradually felt sad about the late spring.
The sound of rain and the wind lingered, and the hazy moon and clouds came and went.
The peaches and plums are in the shadow of spring, who is on the swing, whispering in the smile.
There are thousands of emotions in a heart, and there is no place to arrange it in this world.
"Yu Gezi"
Western Shu·Wei Chengban
The willows are like eyebrows, the clouds are like hair, and the crocodile silk mist cages the fragrant snow.
The dream soul is frightened, the clock is missing, and the orioles are waning outside the window.
How much love, there is no place to say, the falling flowers and catkins fly on the Qingming Festival.
It’s easy to say goodbye to a young man, and once he leaves, the message will be cut off.
"Huanxisha·Spring Love"
Song Dynasty Su Shi
The charming words of Taoism have not been completed, and they have not responded to the sentimental dream of Spring Pavilion.
What's the matter with the green servant girl?
The colorful rope is light and long, taking advantage of the swallows, sleeping under the red window but not hearing the orioles.
The weather is close to Qingming Festival.
"Qingming"
Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty
Spending Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
"Qingming"
Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only give birth to sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg and sacrifice their arrogant concubines, and scholars burn to death unjust marquises.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
"Qingmen Yin·Spring Thoughts"
Song Dynasty·Zhang Xian
It is suddenly warm and slightly cold. The storm will come later.
Tingxuan is lonely near the Qingming Festival, drinking wine among the remaining flowers, and suffering from last year’s illness again.
The wind blows in the corner of the building. At night, the door is quiet.
Nakan was even more illuminated by the bright moon, and the shadow of the swing was sent across the partition wall.
"Qingming"
Song Dynasty Sun Yong
Every year during the Qingming Festival, people are busy looking for flowers and wine.
Today, Jiangtou's illness started, and a new fire was made before God.
"The Qingming Festival at Su Di"
Song Dynasty·Wu Weixin
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Walking in the Suburbs"
Song Dynasty·Cheng Hao
While walking in the green fields of Fangyuan, spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.
Happiness rushes through the willow alley, and I sit on the moss rock near the running water.
Mo Ci drank a lot of wine and was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.