"The Qingming Festival on Su Di"
Wu Weixin of the Song Dynasty
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Walking in the Suburbs"
Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty
You can walk freely in the green grass and green fields, and spring comes into the distant mountains and green surroundings.
The red flowers are flowing through the willow alleys, and they are sitting on the moss rocks because of the flowing water.
Mo Ci drank a lot of wine and was afraid that the wind would turn the flowers red.
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Picking Mulberries: Visiting the West Lake during the Qingming Festival"
Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
It is a good time to visit the West Lake during the Qingming Festival, full of prosperity. Fight over whose family it is. Green willows and red wheels drive the carriage.
Tourists are leaving at dusk, waking up drunk and noisy. The road turns and the embankment slopes. There are flowers all the way to the top of the city.
"Ruan Langgui · During the spring outing in Nanyuan"
Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty
On the spring outing in Nanyuan, the wind was gentle and the horses neighed.
Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly as the day goes by.
The dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and people’s curtains hang down.
On the swing, I can relax from my sleepy clothes, and in the painting hall, two swallows are perched.
"Outing"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The fire is beginning to clear, and the green grass is all over the forbidden pond.
Fighting Jinxiu and burning the city.
Going on an outing, picking up the greenery and cherishing it, the socks are small and the bows are small.
The lotus steps curl up. The waist branch of Peilan is light and wonderful.
Have a good time in Lin Chun.
Now that we are trapped at the end of the world, there is no reason to worry about old feelings.
My thoughts are falling, and it’s cold in the capital.
Ren Liulang and Mu Duanpeng Mountain are difficult to reach.
The fairy dream is gone. The good night has passed again.
Thousands of people on the terrace are enjoying the clear dawn.