The words of mourning for Qingming Festival are as follows:
"Qingmen Yin"
Song Zhangxian
It is warm and slightly cold at first, and the wind and rain are late Come and decide.
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 above the building, and the door is quiet at night.
Nakan was even more illuminated by the bright moon, and the shadow of the swing was sent across the partition wall.
"Cold Food"
Han Yi
There are flowers flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
Cold food on the way Song Zhiwen
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way. It's a pity that when I look at Jiangpu, I can't see anyone from Luoqiao.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister of exile. In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
"Qingming Festival"
Qu You
The wind is falling, the pear blossoms are full of snow, and this year is another Qingming festival. The hairspring reaches the ground and ends without intention, and the fragrant grass reaches the sky as if it is sentimental. The whole courtyard is full of dawn smoke and the words of swallows are heard, and the clear sun shines on half the windows and silkworms are growing. There is a swing in the famous garden, and the willow silk is facing the east wind today.