The spring is chilly, the jade stove sinks and the smoke lingers, and the dream returns to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Heziyou cold food Soviet style
In February this year, the cold food was gloomy, and the Woods were deep and green.
Who can borrow horses in the city? It is convenient to have famous gardens everywhere.
But I don't need to make up a poem about hanging a hip flask occasionally.
Suddenly I heard that Tiber was shocked to travel and the river was ruined.
Cold dish Song is on the way.
It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.
Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
Cold food, Shang zhong, Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Cold food ri Guo Zao Tuan branch
Bai Juyi
Chunhan Restaurant Jujube Group Store, Yang Liuzhi.
Wine smells, guests stay, songs are spoken and poems are written.
It takes a long time to get up, but it takes a long time to get on the horse.
If so, the former word and the monk period.
Cold food (a poem written by Zhang Ji)
Wang Jian
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tian She, every family leaves the fire very late.
Sleeping in Gu Xiang in a white shirt, a red rope stands tall.
The gauze is difficult to knot, and the copper hairpin is heavy.
Cut out new clothes, just like last year.
Seeing the Cold Food Festival in Dou Kuizhou, I remembered Ji Xiaohong and blowing sheng, so I made up with them.
Liu Yuxi
The sound of the phoenix is uneven, and the rhyme begins to be in tune with the public.
The secluded courtyard is full of flowers, and the night wind blows in the tall buildings.
Suddenly, the rain stopped, leaving only the dream period.
I heard that this year's Cold Food Festival, Dongshan old road alone late.