1, Tomb-Sweeping Day
Don Dumu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
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During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day wine
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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.
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On Qingming Day, people are busy sweeping graves and offering sacrifices to sweep the south and north of Nanshan. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries. At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights. Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed. After death, not a drop of wine from the child's memorial to the grave flowed to the underworld.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Wang Song Yucheng
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.
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I lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, without seeing or drinking. This lonely and miserable life, like a monk in a barren mountain temple, seems lonely to me. Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Huang Songting Jian
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.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
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During the Qingming Festival, the spring rains are continuous, making the earth lush and the peaches and plums all over the world. The wilderness of Noda is a graveyard for burying the dead. The dead are buried underground, which makes the living feel sad. Spring thunder awakens everything, and the universe brings vitality to the earth.
There is grass everywhere, and when I get home, I have to lie to my wife and concubines and brag about how he ate and drank at a friend's house where he was a high official, and how the host treated him warmly. Meson pushes his unshakable ambition, which means holding a tree and burning it in Mianshan. Huang Tingjian thought of the dead in the wasteland from the bright flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different.
5, "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing"
Wu Song prestige
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
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Pear blossom wind announced the arrival of Qingming, and half the people in the city came out for a spring outing. At dusk, after the people who were addicted to amusement dispersed, the beautiful scenery of swaying willow shadows was left to the oriole to enjoy.
6. Qingming Night
Tang Bai Juyi
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
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At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze blows gently and the moonlight is hazy. Jasper steps and red brick walls are the mansion of the secretariat. Stop and go alone in the circuitous corridor, listening to the distant strings and silently enjoying the flowers.
7. Spring Scene
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Swallow came to the news agency, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The days are long and the catkins are light, and you laugh at the oriental female companion.
Picking mulberry trails to please everyone, I suspect I had a good dream last night.
Today, Yuan won by fighting grass, and there was laughter on both sides.
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Swallows flew back just in time for the Spring Festival, and after pear flower falls went, Tomb-Sweeping Day was ushered in. A few pieces of moss dotted the clear water in the pool, and the songs of orioles lingered among the branches and leaves of the trees, only watching catkins flying. A smiling oriental neighbor. I met him on the way to Caisang. No wonder I had a dream on a spring night last night. This is a harbinger of my success in mowing grass today! I can't help smiling.
8. "Qingming is one thing"
Tang Meng Hao ran
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
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The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
9. Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
Don Wei Wu Ying
Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.
Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.
Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
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I got sick during the Cold Food Festival, and I was happy when I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day. But it finally reminds me of my hometown. On a sunny day, the river is full of fireworks provided by Tomb-Sweeping Day. The apricot porridge left over from the Cold Food Festival can still be eaten, and the elm soup has been cooked again. It's a pity that I, a lonely swallow who left my relatives, can only stay here and waste my time.
10, "Lumen is something"
Tang zhangji
The tiller calls for love for the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green.
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
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Tomb-Sweeping Day used to be a cold food, so people didn't need fire. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, it should be "new smoke everywhere". Now, because of the war, farmers are called to fight, and a large area of land is barren. Only a few people light new smoke and it is desolate.