1. The light red stains the rain and the clothes are wet, and then the eyes are tired and blurred. ——"Qingming Sacrifice Poems"

2. The new orioles are singing in chaos, the willow smoke is low, and the soul-breaking spring rain is the heart-breaking period. ——"Qingming Festival Poems"

3. When the sky is turning, you should sigh at the pedestrians and immediately write the poem. ——Lu Zhi's "Toad Palace Song·Hanshi Xinye Road"

4. More tears of cold food are poured out, hoping to raise the tide of the city. ——Wang Anshi's "Renchen Cold Food"

5. The green and dark in front of the building lead the way, with a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness. ——Wu Wenying "The Wind Enters the Pine·Listen to the Wind and Rain Over the Qingming Festival"

6. At the head of the ancient Zhuojin River, the flying scenery is still the same. ——Wu Qian's "Begonia Spring·There is no poem about Begonia before the Qingming Festival"

7. In the late spring of the Qingming Dynasty, I looked at the northern mountain frontier with regret. The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches. ——"Qingming"

8. The swallow comes again, and the past flows eastward. ——Wu Wenying's "Dian Crimson Lips·The Qingming Festival"

9. I don't know where the fire is, but I feel like I'm a guest. ——Shen Quanqi's "Cold Food"

10. Farewell to the willow wind at the river bridge, and lie under the peach and plum moon of Yichuan at night.

——Song Zhiwen "Repaying Cold Food to Lu Hun's Farewell Industry"