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Tangsong wenzhi
It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.
Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
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Tang Han 'ao
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Qingming night
Tang Bai Juyi
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
I went to Laojun Pavilion on Qingming Day, hoping that Los Angeles would be given to Han Daochang.
Tang Bai Juyi
Scenery, fireworks and Qingming, singing, crying, sadness and joy between cities.
Why don't you go with Dongluo Water and bury his family in North Mangshan Mountain?
There are no chariots and horses in the middle bridge, and crossing the boat is not idle.
There are a sea of people burying graves, and Liaodong is disappointed to see cranes flying back.
In memory of my brother in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
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 day
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.