Ancient poems on the riverside scene in Qingming Festival

Poems about Qingming Night are as follows:

1, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and 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.

2, the spring is bleak and fragrant. The view from the guest room and Tomb-Sweeping Day. People remember to say goodbye at dusk in the courtyard. Birds are everywhere. Close at hand, mountains and rivers divide into Chu and Yue. Eye broken soul pin, answer the dust off. The dream is broken and my heart is broken. The sound of the horn blows the plum blossom moon.

3. When the green fields in Fiona Fang roam freely, spring comes into the surroundings of Yaoshanbi. 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. Don't say that you are drunk, lest you have romantic affairs. 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.

4, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland 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.

5, the scarlet will vomit, and the dust will come out. 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 blocks the sunlight and trees. Remember the flowerpot after the yin bears fruit.

6. Fleas are hurting spring dreams and rainy days, 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.

7, undulating pear blossoms, narrow curtains, clever small screens. In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world. My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.