It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying.
Don’t sigh in plain clothes because of the wind and dust, you will still be home at the Qingming Festival. ——Lu You's "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
When the swallows come to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lag behind the Qingming Festival. ——Yan Shu's "Broken Array·Spring Scene"
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, but the wild graves only produce sorrow. ——Huang Tingjian's "Qingming Festival"
There are many tombs on the mountain tops in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways. ——Gao Zhu's "Wine on the Tomb-Sweeping Day"
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many descendants are there on the graves? ——Gao Qi, "Send off Chen Xiucai and visit the grave on the sand"
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain. ——Feng Yansi's "Magpies Stepping on the Branches·Qingming"
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance. ——Du Mu's "Qingming Festival"
If you spend Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, your interest will be as low as that of a wild monk. ——Wang Yucheng's "Qingming"
When I go out to the suburbs during the Qingming Festival, the willows in the lonely mountain city reflect the gate. ——Yang Huizhi's "Cold Food to the Minister of Zheng Qi"
The wild tang flowers have fallen, and the Qingming Festival has passed in a hurry. ——Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao·Shu Dongliu Village Wall"
Thousands of strands of green greet each other. Dancing smoke and sleeping rain pass the Qingming Festival. ——Yan Jidao "Huanxisha·February Breeze Comes to Bicheng"
How many flowers are on the branches of the remaining apricots. Ciao Hong hates Qingming Rain. ——Zhao Lingji's "Die Lian Hua·I want to lose my clothes but the cold is not gone"
Listen to the wind and rain during the Qingming Festival. The flower inscription of sorrow and grass. ——Wu Wenying "The Wind Enters the Pine·Listen to the Wind and Rain to Pass the Qingming Festival"
The tung flowers are blooming, and the rain suddenly washes away the Qingming Festival. ——Liu Yong's "Magnolia is Slow and Tung Blossoms Are Split"
On a Qingming night with a hazy moonlight, the blue and red pavilion is the governor of the historian. ——Bai Juyi's "Qingming Night"
Crows and magpies make noise in the dark trees. Who will cry when eating cold food during the Qingming Festival? ——Bai Juyi's "Cold Food and Wild Hopes"
Tingxuan is lonely near the Qingming Festival, drinking wine among the remaining flowers, and suffering from last year's illness again. ——Zhang Xian's "Qingmen Yin·Spring Thoughts"
A county official has no time but his deputy envoy, and the cold festival of the year is Qingming. ——Wang Yucheng, "Drinking Alone on Qingming Day"
The moonlight in the atrium was clear and bright, and countless poplar flowers passed without a shadow. ——Zhang Xian's "Magnolia·Yimao Wuxing Cold Food"
The Qingming Festival is very close, but we are guests from far away. ——Cao Zu's "Reminiscences of Youth·Drinking Companions in the Years"
How much love can be said nowhere, like falling flowers and catkins on the Qingming Festival. ——Wei Chengban's "Yu Gezi·Liu Rumei"
The swallows return and the flowers fade, early in the year, and after the Qingming Festival. ——Nalan Xingde's "Red Window Moon·The Swallow Returns and the Flowers Wither"
The Qingming Festival has passed, and I can't bear to look back. The clouds lock the Zhulou.
——Zhu Shuzhen's "Beautiful Eyes·The Wind Will Make You Gentle"