Huang tingjian
Peach and plum laugh at the festival, and Noda's wasteland is sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
Qingming Festival
Wang Yuqiao
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Su Causeway is a tomb-sweeping day.
Wu weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.