Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Qingming Yu Wang
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.
Before Qing dynasty and Ming dynasty
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a high school.
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
At a banquet at the home of Taoist Mei Meng Haoran
I was lying in bed in the Woods, sad that spring was coming to an end, and I lifted a curtain on the flower path.
A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine elf.
What kind of flame is his golden crucible? Peach trees are in bud! .
Also because he held his youth in his face, the rosy flowing wine! !
Tomb-Sweeping Day and Bai Juyi are lonely and depressed in Sima's house.
Let the porridge cool and make fresh tea on the fire. Without wine, there must be flowers. Move south. Where? This place is far away.