Don Dumu

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

day of mourning

Wang Song Yucheng

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.

Magpie stepping on branches, clear and clear.

Five Dynasties Feng Yansi

Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror. The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. Sleeping soundlessly, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found?

day of mourning

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. It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

Qingming is the most important 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 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.

Three stops reflecting the Qingming Festival

Song Si Wan Yong

At the beginning, I saw pear blossoms with jathyapple, and Haitang half contained morning rain. In Yuan Chun, I couldn't help crossing Qingmen, starting from Yugou and diving over Nanpu. The east wind is quiet, and the willow is dark. Looking at the phoenix is neither smoke nor fog. In good times, the ruling and opposition parties are more happy, full of wine and ink, and peaceful flute and drum. At first glance, the warbler sounds intermittently and swallows fly around. Near the green water, terraces reflect swings and grasses gather together.

Two Qingming poems

Don du fu

A new passenger ship came from North Korea, and the lake was a clean spring scenery. Embroidering feathers makes him complacent. Beauty rides bamboo, but I miss it. Finally, with the ending of Hutong, Chu women's waist is also poor. I can't see the old place of the city, but I still have Jiafu's well. Coke's empty touch is cold food, real money is sold by Yan Jun, the mountains and forests in Zhong Ding are all natural, and muddy rice is my year.

Su Causeway's Qingming Festival is this thing.

Wu Song prestige

Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.

Tomb-Sweeping Day wine

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.

Work in the suburbs

Song Chenghao

I enjoyed myself in Ye Yuan, where the grass grows like flowers, and saw that spring has come to the mountains, surrounded by green. Chasing the red petals of the wind in the breeze and passing through the swaying alleys; When he feels sleepy, he sits on a mossy stone and rests by the stream. Sue shouldn't refuse this cup of wine, and don't let the most sincere heart drink it. I'm afraid the wind will blow flowers and pieces will fly everywhere. Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.

Three sins of crossing the river, the West Lake is clear.

Wu Song Wenying

Shame, blush and hate, the evening breeze has not fallen, and the embroidery worker is a little heavier. The old embankment is divided into swallowtails, osmanthus trees are light gulls, and Baole leans on the residual clouds. Endless resentment towards the blue, gradually entered the road, fairy pier maze. Intestines diffuse back, see you every other flower, back is Chu waist. Wandering around. The title door is melancholy, and the quiet period is difficult to count. I also began to feel and miss love, broadband because of spring. Ming dynasty events

Chaozhongcuo Tomb-Sweeping Day

face

It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. The tide blocked the sand crossing the river. Looking at pear flower coldly, I love the world all my life. Yan Hu, Yun Chuang, drunk and crying. Fold a willow leaf. When you come back, who will you stick it in?

Chang 'an Tomb-Sweeping Day

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.

Picking mulberry seeds, thinking about the West Lake on Qingming Day is good.

Song Ouyang xiu

During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good and prosperous everywhere. Who is fighting for the way? Green willows and bamboos push the cart. Tourists will go at dusk and wake up drunk and noisy. The road turned into a dam. Until the city head always flowers.

The door is that thing

Tang zhangji

The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

Tomb-Sweeping Day planted begonia in Linjiang County the day before.

Qinggu Taiqing

Ten thousand scarlet flowers spit calyx and laugh back to the earth. Move to the ancient temple to plant Zhumen. Cold food in Ming dynasty is another spring. The thin and dry strip is only a few feet long, and Chihiro starts from microscopic reasons. Lv Yun blocked the sunlight and the trees lost their vitality. Remember the flowerpot after the yin bears fruit.

Send Chen Xiucai back to the grave in Saskatchewan.

Gao mingqi

All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.

Ren Xuqing mingzuo

Qingqu army

It's cold in the morning and cloudy at night, but it's already spring in sadness. Falling flowers have tears because of wind and rain, and birds are ruthless since ancient times. The old country is like a dream, and Chinese characters are lost. Dragons and snakes return everywhere, and cold food is eager every year.