Cold food/cold food day is the most important.
plum
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.
Cold food and unrealistic hopes
Tang Bai Juyi
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Cold food poetry
Five Dynasties Yun Biao
On the eve of Qingming Festival, spring is picturesque, and the fields are full of sad graves. Look carefully, there are many new graves on the plain. The owners of these new graves must be half of all the graves last year.
A late night/cold food night
Tang hanhe
The biting cold wind stung the face, and the plum blossoms were like snow and apricot red. Late at night, the oblique swing rope hangs quietly, misty and rainy, and the prospect of the pavilion is blurred.
Niannujiao Chun Qing
Song liqing Zhao
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung
cold drink and snack
Don Meng Yunqing
Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness. Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
Mulan Mao Yi Xing Wu cold food
Song Zhang Xian
The dragon head is fighting with Wu Er. Bamboo pole swings swim with women. Zhou Fang forgot to return after picking up the green leaves, and the beautiful leaves were uncertain. Clouds go to Houyao Mountain. The music has been played and the yard is quiet. The moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers have passed without a shadow.
Tune: silk washing steam
Song liqing Zhao
Idle spring and cold weather. Jade furnace submerged, smoke around. Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers. Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and the rivers and seas have crossed the willow cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.
Rowing after the Cold Food Festival
Don du fu
In the cold wind, there is hardly a bite of rice, sitting on the ground, sitting on the ground, the crow is old, sewed many times, and wears a brown hat on his head. Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist. The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids. Standing in the direction of Tanzhou, looking north, looking straight at Chang 'an, the sky is like a white cloud, and there is a van parked there, suddenly worried.
Xiangyang cold food to send Yu Wenji
Tang Dougong
Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willow. Who will accompany you on the levee? Stepping on spring mud is half a flower.
lines
Tang anonymous
Near the cold food, rain and grass are growing, while wheat seedlings are windy, and the bank of Liu Ying. When there is no home to go home, the cuckoo will cry in her ear.
Sent cold food to the brothers in the capital.
Don Wei Wu Ying
Fire and cold are forbidden in the rain, and warblers sit alone on the river and listen. Think of wine and flowers as brothers. Ling Du is a cold herbivore.
Renchen cold food
Wang Song Anshi
The guest thinks like a willow, and the spring breeze is thousands. It's even colder to eat tears, but when I think of it, I smell the city tide. The towel is covered with snow, and the mirror face is faded early. I don't know about Xuan Ming, but I want to be an old fisherman.
The book of cold food
Song Zhaoyuan town
Even if the weather is cold and sunny, there will be several Chai Men villages and Yang Liuzhi to commemorate this annual festival. The tradition of cold food did not spread to Guangdong, but the ceremony of offering sacrifices to ancestors was still the same as that in the Central Plains. Until today, no one has offered sacrifices to the tomb of Wang Ling in the Han and Tang Dynasties. There are many pear trees on the road between the stream and the river. Generation after generation is beyond human power. It is better to close the horn of the city gate than to lie on the moss drunk.
Two cold meals and rain.
Song sushi
I have had three cold meals since I came to Huangzhou. Cherish spring, want to keep spring, and manage spring from self-management to no one regrets. This year also suffered from continuous rain, for two months, the climate was bleak as autumn. Lying alone in bed, listening to the rain, blushing petals fall into the mud like snowflakes. The creator secretly brought back the beautiful begonia, and the rain at night is really magical. Begonia flower is like a sick teenager. When it is cured, its hair will grow old. The riverside is surging, as if to rush into the portal, and the fierce attack of heavy rain seems not bad. The hut is like a fishing boat, swimming around in the water.
cold drink and snack
Zhang songzi
The secluded place is sparsely populated and the eaves are empty. There is less wine and more cold food and rain in the poems of clearing sorrow. Fishing gun named after farm tools. Don't be surprised, change seasons and behave yourself.
Tang Duoling cold food
Chen Ming Zi Long
When I heard about the mausoleum of the first dynasty, some people couldn't bear to say it. Green grass with fragrant forest, cold pond with deep water. Even the wind and rain are cut off. When it rains, the flying flowers cry, but they can't blow away. It's a dilemma. Double-thread embroidery plate gold, flat sand oil wall invasion Imperial secretary leans outside Liu Yin. Looking back at the pine and cypress road in Xiling, it hurts and unites.
cold drink and snack
Don Wang Jian
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tian She, every family leaves the fire very late. Sleeping in Gu Xiang in a white shirt, a red rope stands tall. The gauze is difficult to knot, and the copper hairpin is heavy. Cut out new clothes, just like last year.
cold drink and snack
man
Even if the weather is cold and sunny, there will be several Chai Men villages and Yang Liuzhi to commemorate this annual festival. The tradition of cold food did not spread to Guangdong, but the ceremony of offering sacrifices to ancestors was still the same as that in the Central Plains. Until today, no one has offered sacrifices to the tomb of Wang Ling in the Han and Tang Dynasties. There are many pear trees on the road between the stream and the river. Generation after generation is beyond human power. It is better to close the horn of the city gate than to lie on the moss drunk.
Cold food on the grave
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.
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