1. If you want to be clear and clear, drink wine to let go of your worries; if you want to enjoy the spring flowers and forget your worries. "Poems for Qingming Festival"

2. Once exposed to the spring rain, my heart is broken, and I am wandering without any plan to find my hometown. "Qingming Sacrifice Poems"

3. The new orioles are singing in chaos, the willow smoke is low, and the soul-breaking spring rain is heartbreaking. "Poems for Tomb-Sweeping Festival"

4. Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. "Qingming"

5. Late rain in Longmen, spring wind in your cave. "From Xiwu Bridge to Gua on Qingming Day"

6. Try to go up to Wumen to have a peek at the county. There is new smoke in several places during Qingming. "Lvmen Jishi"

7. Qingming Festival is the time for appreciating fragrance. Qingming is the time to drink wine and say goodbye to worries. "Poems for Qingming Festival"

8. During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. "Qingming"

9. In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern mountain border with regret. The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches. "Qingming"

10. During the Qingming solar term, in the apricot blossom sky, poetry and wine are recited to commemorate the Chinese New Year. I folded my long strip and leaned against the spring rain, weeping for you by the small window. "Poems for Qingming Festival"

11. The light red stains the rain, and the clothes are wet, and then the eyes are tired and blurred. "Poems for Qingming Festival"

12. There are many graveyards on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and blood and tears turn into red cuckoos. "Qingming"

13. The internal official first gave the Qingming fire, and the prime minister divided the money among them. "Ching Ming Festival in Chang'an"

14. Seeing the new willows with their delicate eyes drooping, I doubt that your shadow is returning in the wind. "Poems for Qingming Festival"

15. The city is full of wind and a layer of gauze, and there is no home in the lonely green mountains. It is expected that for hundreds of years, the body will be made of soil, and the lonely moon in the world will reflect the pear blossoms. "Qingming"

16. Cold food is coming soon, and it is late spring on the way. "Cold Food on the Way"