Qingming Festival (1) is an ancient poem commemorating the revolutionary martyrs. Bodhisattva Manming.
Author: Shi Hao
The kettle is full of fragrance. Peach red and willow green are the characteristics of this year. Only the immortal Weng. Qingming Ben is bowing.
Why do you want it from outside? It's nice to have a sunny day and autumn. Admire your lover. It is always spring.
"Ancient Poems" in Memory of Revolutionary Martyrs in Qingming Festival (2) "Three Offenders Crossing the River"
Author: Wu Wenying
Shame, blush and hate, the evening breeze has not fallen, and the embroidery worker is a little heavier. The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, osmanthus trees are light gulls, and Baole leans on the residual clouds. Endless resentment towards the blue, gradually entered the road, fairy pier maze. Intestinal overflow, floral detachment
See you later, waist-deep back.
Wandering around. The title door is melancholy, and the quiet period is difficult to count. I also began to feel and miss love, broadband because of spring. Things in the Ming Dynasty were lonely and cold, which made the lake full of troubles and worries. Sandra,
Dust wave is green, without trace.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Ancient Poems in Memory of Revolutionary Martyrs (III) "Tomb-Sweeping Day gives a new fire to a hundred people"
Author: Han.
Zhu riding a red candle, the chef gave me a kiss.
Look at the fire on the ecliptic and the smoke around the elm tree.
Glory is another day, and grace is this morning.
Adjust Jinding diet to warm Yutang people.
There are thousands of fires and thousands of wells.
We should pity fireflies for gathering at night and looking east.
Ancient Poems of Qingming Festival in Remembrance of Revolutionary Martyrs (IV) "An Interview with the Judge of Cold Food"
Author: Xu Xuan
Beijing has cold food all the year round, and the sea is clear this year.
Singing the night song in the far lane, blowing some flowers in the partition.
The sound of the road is wide, and geese fly in the road to take credit.
No one can visit the poor unless enthusiasm becomes twenty.