In Qingming Festival, it rains continuously, and wanderers remember their ancestors in their hometown.
Looking across the sky and heading south for geese, my lingering thoughts are chilling.
whoever struggles all his life has made mistakes, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.
I am determined to carry forward the past and carry forward the future, and make a new contribution to my family.
2. Qingming Festival
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is different.
paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are stained into red azaleas.
at sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and at night, his children smile at the lamp.
if you have wine in life, you should be drunk. A drop has never reached Jiuquan.
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In Qingming Festival, it rains continuously, and wanderers remember their ancestors in their hometown.
Looking across the sky and heading south for geese, my lingering thoughts are chilling.
whoever struggles all his life has made mistakes, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.
I am determined to carry forward the past and carry forward the future, and make a new contribution to my family.
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Zhong Xiuling in Jiang Shui's Lieshan Mountain, Shennong's family shows its shape.
We invented the ploughing technique, which taught people how to cultivate crops.
I traveled all over the mountains and tasted hundreds of herbs, and found good medicine to make people prosperous.
The Chinese nation's tree is in its infancy, and its crown is big and its roots are deep in Ye Yongqing.
The earth is yellow and white, separated by yin and yang, and the wilderness is clear and green.
bow before the ancestral tombstone, and the cuckoo's voice is full of tears.
continuous blood is thicker than water, and patches of grave moss are as light as frost.
In the melancholy place of Qingming, Pear Flower and I are sad.
The law turned clear and drizzled, and the peach stopped in Ruyan Liu, Li Mo.
sentient grass leaves shed tears, and it is powerless to cry in the wild.
half an acre of barren hills bury the love of the world, and a hill of pure land breaks the dust.
Three glasses of wine are offered at the grave, and a thousand words will pay for the paper.
5. "Qingming Festival"
Author: Du Mu
During Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
6. "Qingming Festival"
Author: Wang Yucheng
No flowers and no wine lead to Qingming Festival, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk.
Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window was separated from the reading lamp.
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Qingming
Author: Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland only gives birth to sorrow.
the thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the rain made the grass soft in the suburbs.
it's unfair for a man to beg for a sacrifice to his arrogant concubine.
sages and fools have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
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Qingming is the thing
Author: Meng Haoran
Emperors attach importance to Qingming, and people worry about themselves.
the sound of cars on the road is green.
flowers and grass are blooming together, and the warbler flies and the butterfly plays a double role.
sitting in an empty hall reminisces, drinking tea and chatting instead of getting drunk.
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Author: Feng Yansi
Six songs lean against the green trees, and the willows are light, showing golden rays. Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in fright.
My eyes are full of gossamer and catkins. When the red apricots are in bloom, it will rain suddenly. Sleeping in silence, stunned and dreaming, nowhere to be found?
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Author: Wansi Yong
See the pear flower with jathyapple at the beginning, and the begonia half contains morning rain. Inner YuanChun, can't help but cross QingMen, Yugou rises, and dives through Nanpu. The east wind is quiet, and the willows are weeping. Looking at the phoenix, it is not smoke or fog. Good times, more joy in the ruling and opposition, all over Jiumo, Taiping flute and drum.
at first glance, the warblers are full of chatter, and swallows are flying around. Near the green water, the terrace reflects the swing, the grass fights together, and both women swim. The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cold. Will secretly know, Yao Tao Zhu Hu. In the evening, BMW carved a saddle, drunk and provoked, and squandered flowers.
positive light cold light warm leakage forever, half cloudy and half sunny. No fire, it's time to try on new makeup, and it's good to be in China at the age of three. Look at the Qingming Festival and pass the candle torch in the Han Palace. Scatter green smoke and fly into Huaifu. Gather the soldiers and guard, open the door, live and preach, and also take a break.