(Ming) Wang Pan
Where is the non-smoking section in the west building?
Green fields and sunny roads.
Ma Si hissed through the willows, and people laughed on the swings.
Yinger always teaches Chun to get drunk.
★ Qingming
Tang jianxun
He took the wine to find incense, and I closed the door and had a good sleep alone.
Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.
★ Mourning at Qingming Night in Lake Temple.
Don Li Qunyu
I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.
Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.
For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.
Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.
★ Go to the city after Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Don Liu Changqing
After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.
Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.
There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
★ Go to Jiang Huaiyou on Qingming Day
Tangluoyin
Jun and Tiansu are old friends, so I'm going to make friends.
For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.
Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.
★ Qingming is a thing.
Tang Meng Hao ran
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
★ Qingming
Tang Sun Changyin
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.
Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.
Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.
Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.
★ Qingming remembers brothers
Don Wei Wu Ying
Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.
Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.
Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
★ Chang 'an Qingming
Tangweizhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.
The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.
★ Qingming
Tang Wen Ting Yun
In Qing E Painting Fan, the trees in spring are golden and red.
If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak breeze.
Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them.
Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
★ Yuxi Pavilion Banquet in Qingming Festival, with Hu Langzhong in Jinzhou.
Tang zhangji
There is a new fire in the county, and the rain in Gaozhai is clear.
Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing.
* * * When you get drunk, move the incense mat and stay in the twilight.
Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing.
★ Tomb-Sweeping Day is pregnant from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village.
Tang zhangji
It rains at dusk in Longmen, and the wind in your cave gives birth to spring.
Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.
Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old.
The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.
★ Jiangnan Qingming
Don Zheng Zhun
For four years, Chu Yi in Wushan changed his appearance at the sight of Qingming.
Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.
There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain.
What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded.
★ Qingming
bright red
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
★ Qingming
Huang Songting Jian
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, 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.
People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
★ Qingming
Song Wang Yu
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.
★ "Qingming Sketch"
The sun has left the cliff in the east for a long time.
The wind swept the branch and we saw it.
Swift is like a sponge in the air.
Sucking the faint sound of water
We went to Shan Ye to end our lives.
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★ "Cold Food and Wild Hope"-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.
★ "Sun Beaver Crossing the Road in Qingming Festival"-Fan Dacheng
Sprinkle towels and rain, and wear a side hat. Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water.
Shimali Road, the kite is flying. After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.
★ Qingming always gives people a feeling that it is always rainy. Or stormy, or rainy. From early morning to dusk, in misty and rainy Shan Ye, there are always grave-sweepers who walk again against the wind and rain, dotted with loneliness; Or in groups of three or five, helping the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, one person limping.
The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, the trees are caged in front of solitary smoke, the bridges are flowing, crows are crying sadly, the rain washes the clear autumn, and the wind blows sad, only to see misty rain, no one, no smoke. What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture.
Occasionally, when I look up, the cemetery suddenly sees: hundreds of grave arches and thousands of monuments; Misty rain, fragrant grass leaves. A desolate, a sad, a dead silence!
The mountains are lonely and sparsely populated, and the trees are raining! The wind is fluttering, the rain is falling, the grief is long, the sadness is mysterious, and there is no ecstasy. Where is the fragrance?
Pull up a piece of grass, put down a few cups of cold wine and burn a handful of paper money. The wind and rain are terrible, the cups are full of sorrow, the weeds are full of smoke, and there is nothing to say, only the bottom of my heart is full of faint sorrow, faint sorrow!
The dead are gone, and the living are always sad! The voice, face and smile are vivid in my mind, and the teachings are still in my ears, but the guests are rushing to the end of the world and reading thousands of miles of lonely graves.