Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

Tang jianxun

He took the wine to find incense, and I closed the door and had a good sleep alone.

Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.

Hu Si Qingming Night Mourning

Don Li Qunyu

I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.

Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.

For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.

Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.

After the Qingming Festival, I went to the city to look out.

Don Liu Changqing

After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.

Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.

There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.

Qingming Japanese song Jiang Huaiyou

Tangluoyin

Jun and Tiansu are old friends, so I'm going to make friends.

For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.

Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.

Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.

Qingming is the most important.

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 Festival

Tang Sun Changyin

In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.

Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.

Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.

Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.

In memory of my brother in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Don Wei Wu Ying

Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.

Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.

Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.

Chang 'an Qingming

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 willow wind.

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.

Yu Ting and Hu Langzhong's Banquet in Jinzhou during the Qingming Festival.

Tang zhangji

There is a new fire in the county, and the rain in Gaozhai is clear.

Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing.

* * * When you get drunk, move the incense mat and stay in the twilight.

Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing.

Tomb-Sweeping Day got pregnant from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village.

Tang zhangji

It rains at dusk in Longmen, and the wind in your cave gives birth to spring.

Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.

Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old.

The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.

Jiangnan Qingming

Don Zheng Zhun

For four years, Chu Yi in Wushan changed his appearance at the sight of Qingming.

Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.

There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain.

What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded.

Qingming Festival

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.

Qingming Festival

Huang Songting Jian

Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the 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.

People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

Qingming Festival

Song Wang Yu

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.

Tangsong wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

An outdated festival (Qingming Festival) that started one or two days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, when only cold food is served for three days.

Tang Han 'ao

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

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.

Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties", also left a famous sentence describing Tomb-Sweeping Day for later generations: When the spring in the south reaches the halfway point, the wind and the smell of Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.

Qingming Festival

Huang Songting Jian

Peach and plum laugh at the festival, and Noda's wasteland is sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. "

Qingming Festival

Wang Song Yuqiao

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.

Su Causeway is a tomb-sweeping day.

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.

Cold food on the middle school

Song Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Doing things in the suburbs is doing things.

Song Cheng Hao

Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;

Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;

Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;

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.

Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of Shangshan Province.

Song Gao Qi

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.

One-day Qingming Tour in Jiangyin, Qing Dynasty

Wang Ming Pan

Where is the non-smoking section in the west building?

Green fields and sunny roads.

Ma Si hissed through the willows,

People are laughing on the swing,

Yinger always teaches Chun to get drunk.

day of mourning

(Tang) Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Cold food is on the road.

(Tang) Song Wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

cold drink and snack

(Tang) Han Yi

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

The door is that thing

(Tang)

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.

day of mourning

(Song) Wang Yuqiao

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.

Su Causeway's Qingming Festival is this thing.

(Song) Wu Weixin

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.

Cold food on the grave

(Song) Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Work in the suburbs

(Song) Cheng Hao

Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;

Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;

Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;

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.

Send Chen Xiucai back to the grave in Saskatchewan.

(Ming) Gao Qi

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.

"Qingjiang leads Qingming Day Tour"

(Ming) Wang Pan

Where is the non-smoking section in the west building?

Green fields and sunny roads.

Ma Si hissed through the willows, and people laughed on the swings.

Yinger always teaches Chun to get drunk.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems

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.

I went to Laojun Pavilion on Qingming Day, hoping that Los Angeles would be given to Han Daochang.

Tang Bai Juyi

Scenery, fireworks and Qingming, singing, crying, sadness and joy between cities.

Why don't you go with Dongluo Water and bury his family in North Mangshan Mountain?

There are no chariots and horses in the middle bridge, and crossing the boat is not idle.

There are a sea of people burying graves, and Liaodong is disappointed to see cranes flying back.

Watching prostitutes dance and listening to guest poems in Qingming Festival

Tang Bai Juyi

Watch Yan Ruyu dance and listen to poetry like gold.

Laugh at yourself, and the string tube might as well sing.

Unfortunately, the spring breeze is old, and there is no doubt that wine is deep.

Send flowers to cold food, and at this time.

Qingming sent Deng Rui's second son home.

Don Dai Shulun

The bells and drums ring away from the sun, and the car urges the night clothes.

The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted.

Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.

Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today.