Worry and Reliance on Lan Ling
Northern Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
The moon is overcast in the flowers, and the orioles are on the willow branches, near the Qingming Festival.
I have always regretted the rain last year and raining tonight on the pavilion.
On the pillow is a poem written by Huaiyuan,
on red paper and a small calender made of Wu Ling.
Don’t be ruthless if you send them to recruit people to teach you.
Liu Shaoqing
Southern Song Dynasty: Huang Jian
The mood of sickness and alcohol.
The sorrow is endless, but the oriole can't help it.
It’s another year, the flowers are frightened by the cold food, and the willows recognize the Qingming Festival.
There are layers of green mountains at the end of the world.
How many, long pavilions and short pavilions.
Leaning on the east wind tiredly, flying to the silver screen with only good dreams.
Hanshi Linchuan Road
Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You
The hundreds of flowers and flowers are gone, falling into the stream and flying catkins without leaving a trace.
My family made their own Qingming Festival, and I came to cross the green dark village.
At sunset, crows crow along with the wild offerings, and after the rain, the wild vines climb the ruins.
On the roadside, people who are drunk and full are avoiding each other, and the officials are so embarrassed that they even beg for help.
The first spring rain in Lin'an
Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You
The world has been as thin as gauze for many years. Who makes people ride in Beijing?
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share the tea.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
Three Offenders Crossing the River and Clouds
Southern Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Qingming Festival in West Lake
I am ashamed of myself, and my frown is shallow, and the evening wind has not yet fallen. The piece is embroidered with some heavy yarrow.
The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, osmanthus and light gulls, and Baole leans against the remaining clouds.
Thousands of traces of resentment against the blue sky, gradually entering the maze of Xianwu.
The intestines are diffuse and can be seen when separated from the flowers, and the waist is painful on the back.
Wandering around, looking at the door with melancholy, lingering in the shoes.
It is difficult to count the secluded periods, but I still feel the love and affection, and the broad width is due to spring.
The affairs of the Ming Dynasty were solitary and lonely, making people full of wind and rain and worry.
The mountain daisy is dim, and the dust is green and traceless.
The wind blows into the pines
Southern Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Listening to the wind and the rain after the Qingming Festival, I feel sad about the grass and flowers.
The green and dark in front of the building lead the way,
A trace of willow, an inch of tenderness.
In the cold spring and wine, the orioles sing in dawn and dream.
When I sweep the forest pavilion in the West Garden on a sunny day, I still enjoy the fresh sunshine.
The wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope,
At that time, the delicate hands were fragrant.
Melancholy, the two mandarin ducks are not here, and moss grows on the quiet steps overnight.
Xie Chichun
Northern Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi
The remaining cold is gone,
The rain has passed,
After the Qingming Festival .
The flower path collects the remaining red,
The wind and marshes linger in the new wrinkles.
The milk swallows pass through the courtyard,
the flying catkins stick to the sleeves.
When it's perfect,
it's still late in the day,
it tastes amazing,
it's as thick as wine.
The frequency shift brings eyes,
empty and tired,
hate to be thin.
Though I don’t see it, I think about it,
I see it but it remains the same.
We see each other frequently,
How can we stay together forever?
Heaven is not old,
People are not married.
Let this hatred be shared with Liu in front of the court.
Di Jia Nong
Northern Song Dynasty: Liu Yong
The flowers bloom in the West Garden, the grass smokes in the South Street,
The time is bright and sunny. After Qingming.
The water is playing and the boats are moving, the feast is going on, the silver pond is like dyeing, and the golden embankment is like embroidery.
He is the grandson of a prince, and there are many prostitutes traveling around, often holding hands with him.
Sent away people, looking at the wonderful scenery, I feel sad and full of nostalgia.
Not long. On the day of the imperial city, there were candles in the orchid hall at night, millions of people were sleeping in the huts, the spring breeze in the painting pavilion, and ten thousand bottles of wine.
You can forget about orchestral music when you are not in the state or at a banquet, and you can’t find flowers or willows when you are drunk.
Who knows that in Qin Tower, the sound of the jade flute is broken, and it is difficult to repeat the past.
With all the regrets left in the sky, I look forward to the fairyland. The money disappears and the tears stain my sleeves.
Bie Chu
Northern Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The flowers are shining brightly and the willows are rotten,
Send me off before drinking wine.
I am as drunk as usual,
Don’t teach the strings and instruments to make separate sounds.
Huanxisha
Northern Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
The gentle breeze in February comes to Bicheng,
Thousands of green strands welcome it.
Dancing smoke and sleeping rain pass the Qingming Festival.
The beautiful eyebrows in the makeup mirror steal the leaves,
The beauty of the singing room borrows the name of the branches.
The late autumn frost and sleet are not ruthless.
Picking Mulberries
Northern Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is so beautiful during the Qingming Festival
Business as far as the eye can see
Who can argue? Home
Green Willow and Vermilion Wheel Cart
Visitors are leaving at dusk
Wake up and make noise
The road turns and the embankment slopes
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There are flowers all the way to the top of the city
Die Lianhua
Northern Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees.
The willows are gentle in the wind,
showing all the golden strands.
Who moved the zither to the jade pillar?
Through the incorruption, the swallows fly away.
Full of hatred for hairsprings and catkins.
When the red apricots are in bloom,
it will rain for a moment.
While sleeping, the orioles talk nonsense.
The frightened and disabled good dream is nowhere to be found.
Shui Long Yin
Northern Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
The small building stretches far across the sky, and you can see the embroidered hub and carved saddle steps below.
The red curtain is half-rolled, the first try on unlined clothes, during the Qingming Festival.
Break the warmth and light breeze, make it sunny and drizzle, and there will be nothing left.
The sound of selling flowers has died down, and the courtyard under the setting sun is filled with red arrays and flying mandarin ducks.
After the jade pendant Ding Dong said goodbye, the good times were full of sadness and uncertainty.
Famous reins and sharp locks, God still knows, and Hetian is also thin.
The heavy gates under the flowers, the deep alleys beside the willows, cannot bear to look back.
I am sentimental, but with the bright moon at that time, I still love you.
Jinmingchi (the sky is vast and the clouds are high)
Southern Song Dynasty: Seng Zhongshu
The sky is vast and the clouds are high, the stream is across the river and the water is far away, and it is cold in the evening and makes me dizzy. .
The leisure steps are quiet, and the poplar flowers are getting fewer and fewer; the red doors are hidden, and the orioles are still singing.
Regret that the Qingming Festival has passed by in a hurry, and what has been occupied has become a deep regret.
However, it has been gloomy for several days, and I have been sleepy all night, and my time has been spent when I wake up.
My eyebrows are full of sorrow, and I suddenly feel the feelings, and see that the inheritance is close.
A deep attitude is nothing more than self-confidence; when you are tired of it, you will eventually be ashamed of others.
Striving to know Penglai in the dream, when the fragrance is forgotten, there will be news.
Even if the orioles are left, the east wind cannot hold back, and the eyes will be depressing.
Die Lian Hua
Northern Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
If you want to take off your clothes, the cold is not gone,
If you don’t roll up the bead curtain, you will be in the deep deep.
There are a few flowers on the apricot branches, and they are red and hate the Qingming rain.
A wisp of cigarette smoke lingers throughout the day,
It’s too late to wake up from a hangover, and I’m in a bad mood.
Yuan Xin also returned to Yan by mistake, so Xiaoping went to Xijiang Road
Qingpingle
Northern Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao
The ripples are green and wrinkled,
After the Qingming Festival in Qushui.
The fragrant plum blossoms fill my sleeves,
I am secretly happy that the red color of spring is still there.
Returning to the east end of Zimo,
The gold hairpin is exchanged for wine to relieve sorrow.
Willow shadows are deep on the road,
Fancy little floors.
Broken Array
Northern Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
When the swallows came to Xinshe,
the pear blossoms lagged behind the Qingming Festival.
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond,
One or two oriole sounds at the bottom of the leaves,
The flying catkins are light as the sun grows longer.
The female companion from the east neighbor smiled cleverly, and greeted her on the mulberry picking path.
I wonder if the dream of spring last night was good,
Yuan is the winner of the grass fight today,
Laughter comes from both faces.
Spring in the Jade Tower
Northern Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
The golden locks across the Zhu Pavilion in the Jade Tower,
The cold food, the Qingming Festival, and the spring are about to break.
The moon is slanting between the windows, and the eyebrows are sad.
The flowers are falling outside the curtain and tears are falling.
There is no such thing as morning clouds gathering and dispersing.
How many people can see each other at a hundred years old?
If you don’t come, you won’t be in love with me.
I will think about it thousands of times.
Magnolia
Northern Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian
Dragon head 舴苋武儿意. There are women swimming on bamboo shoots, swings and swings.
I pick up greenery in Fangzhou and forget to return home at dusk, and I am uncertain about the time for an outing in the beautiful fields.
After the clouds have gone, the borer is far away from the mountain. The courtyard has been quiet with music and singing.
The moonlight in the atrium was clear and bright, and countless poplar flowers passed by without a shadow.
Qingmen Yin
Northern Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian
It is warm but slightly cold at first, and the wind and rain will come later.
Tingxuan is lonely near the Qingming Festival.
The remaining flowers are drunk and I am sick again from last year.
The wind blows in the corner of the building,
it is quiet at night.
Nakan was even more illuminated by the bright moon,
The shadow of the swing passed across the wall.
Liu Shaoqing
Southern Song Dynasty: Huang Jian
The mood of illness and alcohol.
The sorrow is endless, but the oriole can't help it.
It’s another year, the flowers are frightened by the cold food, and the willows recognize Qingming.
There are layers of green mountains at the end of the world.
How many, long pavilions and short pavilions.
Leaning on the east wind tiredly, flying to the silver screen with only good dreams.
Hanshi Linchuan Road
Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You
The hundreds of flowers and flowers are gone, falling into the stream and flying catkins without leaving a trace.
My family made their own Qingming Festival, and I came to cross the green dark village.
At sunset, crows crow along with the wild offerings, and after the rain, the wild vines climb the ruins.
On the roadside, drunk and full men avoid each other, and officials are so ashamed that they even beg for help.
The first spring rain in Lin'an
Southern Song Dynasty: Lu You
The world has been as thin as gauze for many years, who makes people ride horses in Beijing.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share the tea.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival.
Three Offenders Crossing the River and Clouds
Southern Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Qingming Festival in West Lake
I am ashamed of myself, and my frown is shallow, and the evening wind has not yet fallen. The piece is embroidered with some heavy yarrow.
The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, osmanthus and light gulls, and Baole leans against the remaining clouds.
Thousands of traces of resentment against the blue sky, gradually entering the maze of Xianwu.
The intestines are diffuse and can be seen when separated from the flowers, and the waist is painful on the back.
Wandering around, looking at the door with melancholy, lingering in the shoes.
It is difficult to determine the quiet period, but I still feel the love for you, and the broadband is due to spring
The Ming Dynasty is lonely and cold, and I am a man full of wind and rain.
The mountain daisy is dim, and the dust is green and traceless.
Qingming Festival
Du Mu of the 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 wind blows into the pines
Southern Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Listening to the wind and rain after the Qingming Festival, I feel sad about the grass and flowers.
The green and dark in front of the building lead the way,
A trace of willow, an inch of tenderness.
In the cold spring and wine, there is a dream and a singing oriole.
When I sweep the forest pavilion in the West Garden on a sunny day, I still enjoy the fresh sunshine.
The wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope,
At that time, the delicate hands were fragrant.
Melancholy, the two mandarin ducks are not here, and moss grows on the quiet steps overnight.
Manjianghong
Southern Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Late spring
I lived in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was also the Qingming Festival and cold food.
In the flower path, there is a lot of wind and rain, and a lot of mess.
The flowing water follows the red powder, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense.
Counting the years, all the eryngium flowers will fall away, and it will be cold and powerless.
The courtyard is quiet and empty.
There is nothing to talk about, and I am extremely sad.
Afraid of wandering orioles and sucklings, I learned the news.
Where is Chi Su now? There is still no trace of Caiyun.
If you are slow to teach others and shy to go upstairs, you will be flat.
Nian Nujiao
Southern Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Shudongliu Village Wall
The wild tang flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry.
The east wind in the land deceives guests in their dreams, and a pillow of cloud screen makes them feel cold and timid.
The curved bank holds a wine cup, and the weeping poplars tie up the horses. I once said goodbye to this place.
The building is empty and people are gone, but Feiyan can talk about the old travel.
At the east end of Qimo Road, pedestrians often see each other, and the moon is slender under the curtain.
The spring river of old hatred is still flowing, and the new hatred is thousands of clouds high.
It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror are difficult to break.
You should also be surprised to ask: How many years have you lost your hair recently!
Huanxisha
Southern Song Dynasty: Zhu Shuzhen
Qingming Festival
Spring Lane peach spits crimson flower,
Spring Clothes The first try is Bo Luo Qing.
The wind and smoke warm the bird's nest.
The Xiang curtains in the small courtyard are not rolled up,
The red doors in the crooked houses are long and boring.
The annoying situation is clear at the same time.
Nan Gezi
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The sun is thin and the flowers are blooming,
The wind is gentle and the wheat waves are gentle,
The light rain comes at night and washes the countryside.
It is the spring of the year and it is close to the Qingming Festival