1. "Qingming Rain".
The moon is hidden, the stars are sparse, there are tears in the candles, and the tea and cold wine are silent.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice was loud, and the emotions in my heart were tormented.
2. "Promoting photography and picking mulberry seeds for Qingming Festival".
It’s a good time to celebrate the Qingming Festival, pay homage to ancestors, and express our feelings. The clear stream sheds tears, Cangshan also mourns, unforgettable family love.
I can’t bear to watch the paper and silk have been burned, and I am silent and desolate, sending my heroic spirit far away. In remembrance of my parents, it is difficult to repay my heartbreak, so I kneel down and kowtow at their graves.
3. "Qingming".
I have been far away from my hometown for several years, and I have not even seen a single patch of weeds.
When it rains again during the Qingming Festival, I miss you so much.
Looking north from the home mountain, I bowed devoutly, my late father returned to the west and became a feather.
Wherever the black butterflies fluttered, there was a vague sound of training children outside the sky.
4. "The Sapphire Case to Sacrifice My Father".
The countryside and mountains are cold and the moon is cold and the river is blue. Who am I going to? I feel lonely.
The snow falls and the ice freezes the two places in sorrow, the flute swallows the words, the knuckles fly, and a few people play new songs.
Asking the sky, the Big Dipper is still nowhere to be found, the world is cool and cool, and the green shirt covers it.
I am anxious to pursue glitz, my family and my family have not yet been sacrificed, I sob at a loss, and I bow my head to the moon all the time.
5. "Treading on the Shasha Qingming Festival".
The weeping rain mourns the soul, the crane bows and chirps, and the slightest drizzle rains on the heart.
During the Qingming Festival, hundreds of flowers fall, and vast melancholy floats in the sky.
Time passes by, and prosperity passes by. The time is like water and cannot be remembered.
The voice and appearance were difficult to write yesterday, and the flashy dream is silent in the green mountains.
6. "Qingming".
Thousands of houses are cold and the willow smoke is light, but the road is not clear but there is love;
The crows on the long mountain can't stop singing, and the drunken guests in the world are hard to express their feelings;
Zitui cut the flesh with three knives and stood it up, and Gaozu's search monument was completed with a piece of paper;
I am just about to wake up from the nightmare of the world of mortals, and when spring comes, I order beans at Qingming.
The flowers are blooming in March and the purple swallows are coming to the south to break the purple clouds
The fish are fed with green grass and the fish are drunk. Qingming poems mourn the souls of the dead
Another year In peach blossom spring, swallows cut green willows, the wind plays with clouds.
The water in Yaxian Creek is just right, so don’t forget to bring your poetry with you when outing.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and I walk through the countryside in the rain.
I would like to ask what I am thinking about at this time. I miss you so much that I feel like I am dying.
Can’t stand the Qingming rain, who will let the power paper pass through the small village.
Picking willow flowers will make you drunk with wine, how can the loess cover up your missing soul.
The cuckoo cries blood and the sky mourns, the miserable wind and bitter rain fill the cheeks with tears.
Kneeling with both feet at the graveyard, the beauty cannot wipe away the sadness.