Poems related to mourning for Qingming Festival

1. and a flashing bluebird bade me come, to the dwelling-place of the Red Pine Genie. -Meng Haoran's at a banquet in the house of the taoist priest mei

2. The old garden is heartbroken, and wicker is new day and night. -Song Zhiwen's "Cold Food on the Way, Huangmei Linjiang Post Send Cui Rong"

3. Try to visit Wumen to see the county Guo, and there are new cigarettes in Qingming. -Zhang Ji's

4. in my bed among the woods, grieving that spring must end, I lifted up the curtain on a pathway of flowers. A Meng Haoran? At a banquet in the house of the taoist priest mei

5. Poor people often have no fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty. A Meng Yunqing? "Cold Food"

6. Fire is forbidden in the rain, and it's cold in the air. The warblers on the river sit alone and listen. -Wei Yingwu? "cold food is sent to the brothers of the capital"

7. I love Liu Jiaohua's cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. A Li Qingzhao? Nian Nujiao Chun Qing