Qingming recalls the words of the sages, speed! Words, not poems.

Nian Nu Jiao Shu Liu Dong Village Wall

Author: Xin Qiji

Dynasty: Song genre: Ci

Poetry:

Wild pond flowers fall, in a hurry, after Qingming. The east wind deceives the guest's dream, and the pillow is cold and timid. The bow is bent on the bank, and the willow is a horse. This place was once light. The building is empty, and the old Swift can talk. I heard that I was in the east, and pedestrians met me, and the curtain was long. The old enmity in Chunjiang is not broken, and the new enmity in Yunshan is thousand fold. I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. You should also be surprised to ask: How many Fahua are there recently?

Prelude to water melody

Author: anonymous

Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty Genre: Ci

Dongfeng shutter doors were novel at that time.

Peach Blossom Garden, small bridge and flowing water in Liu Yiyi.

It's Qingming weather now, and the thatched pond is beautiful and not suitable.

Purple swallow adds a new base, and light rain sprinkles wheatgrass.

Old job, selling wine sticks, fishing in Los Angeles.

Like rivers, lakes and seas, a few seagulls and herons are slightly sunset.

When Shi Huo was 100 years old, he turned around and forgot the plane.

Dream butterfly under the pine window, lie high in Biyunxi.

Flowers in the rain/night boat

Author: Su Shi

Dynasty: Song genre: Ci

Poetry:

This year, I killed time in the deep courtyard, and spent the whole day in the east wind, swinging tea and smoking. But there are moss and grass, catkins and money. West of Wendao City, an ancient temple with a long corridor and a first-class garden. There are national wines and tianxiang dyes, and they are reserved for me. After the Qingming Festival, there is no place for residual red, and I shed tears before that. It's late in autumn, so give me one or something. High-level talk about chasing short-term scenery, clearly business is too busy. Why don't you keep it and send it next year?