It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Ask local people where to buy wine?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Gaozhu: Qingming wine.
There are many cemeteries in the North and South Mountains.
Tomb-Sweeping Day swept away different views.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies,
Tears were dyed red with blood azaleas.
At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave.
At night, children laugh at the lights.
If there is wine in life, there must be drunkenness.
Has a drop ever reached Jiuquan?
Huang Tingjian: Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.