1, lovesick Ge Yuan:
The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field.
Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.
2. Thinking about mother and Gong:
Frost flowers and reeds shed tears and wet clothes, and their bald heads have no more to lean on.
Last May, Huang Meiyu Zeng Dian returned to his hometown as a cassock.
3, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" anonymous:
Qingming people are far away from their homeland, and Baling sounds sad.
Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li.
4, "Crying Mother Poetry" Qu Qiubai:
If you are poor, you will not kiss, and the blue shirt will add new tears.
Hungry and cold, no one asked me this day, and I fell on my beloved son.
5, "Home at the end of the year" Jiang Shiquan:
I love my son endlessly, and I'm glad to go home.
Cold clothes are needle and thread, and letters from home are ink stains.
If you encounter pity, you will ask for it.
I am ashamed of the son of man and dare not sigh.
6, "Cold Food Wild Hope Yin" Bai Juyi:
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
7. "Cold Food Tomb" Yang Wanli:
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
8, "golden songs, feelings about the death of a dead woman" NaLan Xingde:
When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.
I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.
Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.
If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.
I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself.
I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.