1. Qingming rain
There are tears in the moon, and the tea is cold and the wine is light and the pen is silent.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice is tight, and my heart is bitter.
2. "Promoting mulberry picking in Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Just near Qingming, pay homage to our ancestors and express our heartfelt wishes. I am totally in tears, and Cangshan is also sympathetic to others and misses my family.
Endure to see the paper and silk have burned out, speechless and sad, and send the spirit to the distance. If you think of your parents, it is difficult to report your feelings. Kneel first.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
My hometown has been away from traveling for several years, and there has never been a sacrifice of weeds.
Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle.
Looking at the mountains in the north, I bowed devoutly and my father naturalized in the west.
Where the black butterfly flies, there is a faint sound of training in the sky.
4. The Case of Sacrificing Father Jade
The countryside is cold and blue, and where to go, lonely.
The snow is freezing and worrying about the two places, and the knuckles are flying, and new songs are not often played.
The big dipper is still missing, and the world is blue with cold.
I was so anxious that I didn't have a sacrifice at home. I sobbed at a loss and bowed at the full moon.
5. "Take a walk on a sunny day"
Crying rain hurts the soul, bowing, and drizzling in my heart.
Qingming withered flowers, boundless sadness floating in the sky.
Time flies and prosperity is like brocade. I can't remember the light like water,
It was difficult to write a book yesterday, and it was flashy like a dream.
6. "My mother is in hospital."
The house in Haolou is overcast, and you can't bear to spend a lot of money to smoke medicine.
Soil, ice and snow are destroyed every season, and the dead branches and weak willows are all dead.
The past and present are hard to redeem, and the Ming Dynasty has its own points.
Spring breeze warms people's faces, and sunny and rainy weather ushered in dust.
Qingming brings rain, spring red is halved, and weeds are deep.
Homeless wanderers return to their homeland to sweep graves and burn paper as a sign of filial piety.
Tears streamed down her face, her loved ones died young, and she abandoned her son to live alone in the world of mortals.
What about Jiuquan's parents? Who accompanies a lonely grave in the barren hills?
The paradise on earth has long gone, and the willow line is hanging in the spring breeze.
The solar terms are near Qingming, and those who pity tears are full of sorrow.
7. "Queqiao Xianbuyun to Mr. Lao He"
Farewell to Hongshan, a few degrees tonight, near Qingming time.
And the dream of going to the hometown of poetry, I'm scared.
Cherry blossoms attract visitors, and Chi Ting is drunk, visiting relatives and friends for several days.
I intend to go to Wuyuan Spring again, miss my hometown and linger in Jiangyou.
8. Tomb-Sweeping Day
A thousand fires are cold and willow smoke is light, but the road is clear but affectionate;
The crow can't stop, and it's hard to get drunk on earth;
The son pushes three knives to cut the meat, and the high-impedance seeks the monument.
The nightmare of the world of mortals is waking up, and the spring beans are clear.
Flowers bloom in March, and it is spring again, and Ziyannan comes to break Ziyun.
Feed the fish with grass and the fish will get drunk.
Another year in the Peach Blossom Garden, Feng Wanyun.
It's just right for ducks to try warm current. Don't forget to bring your poetic soul when you go hiking.
It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and I walked in the village in the rain.
What are you thinking at this time? I miss you, but I want to break my soul.
It's raining hard, who let the power paper pass through the small village?
Picking willow flowers and getting drunk, how can loess hide the soul of missing?
The cuckoo cries with blood, and the rain is full of tears.
Feet bow down to the grave, Jinxiu can't erase sadness.