“Qingming is an event”
Tang·Meng Haoran
The emperor re-emphasizes Qingming, and people feel sad.
The sound of cars hits the road, and the willows are green in the east.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and birds and butterflies play a double role.
Sit and remember each other in the empty hall, drinking tea and chatting instead of getting drunk.
“Qingming”
Tan Tufu
It is a day when flowers are blooming everywhere, and thousands of people in Changsha come out.
The crossing head is green and bright, and the eyebrows are bright, and the red hoof is arrogant and bites the knee.
This is a good place to visit the Xiangxi Temple, and the generals also arrive from the army.
Ma Yuanzheng walks in front of him, and Ge Qiang is close to the same thing.
The golden stirrup goes down the mountain in the pink and pink night, and the teeth are far away.
In ancient times, we all know the chaos and sorrow, and the joys and sorrows of the world are temporarily separated.
Although my brother and nephew can’t keep the books, they are still living away from home.
It is not my way to flatter the young and strong, and it is even worse at present.
“The Gate of Lumen”
Tang·Zhang Ji
Growers recruited boats by building, and the spring grass was green and the fields were green.
Try on Wumen’s peeping into Junguo, there are new cigarettes in several places in Qingming.
“Qingming Festival”
Tang·Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
“Chang’an Qingming Words”
Tang·Gu Feixiong
When the emperor met Qingming in Ming Dynasty, he also drove tourists out of the forbidden city.
Jiu Mo Fang Fei Ying sings, thousands of cars and horses are raining in the early days.
The first time I meet today, I’m tired of seeing flowers in my sorrow.
Who will be the master in the coming year?
“Ching Ming Day with Friends”
Tang·Laihu
A few nights in the Spring Mountains to chase Lu Lang, and the Qingming Festival is full of smoke.
The bow of the boat is slippery and the boat is slippery.
The wind is sharp and the clouds drift into the wild, and the rainy fields and water fall into the square pond.
I can’t bear to sing and look back to the east, the sound of frogs is setting sun.
“The Garden on Qingming Day Sends Friends to Friends”
Tang Jiadao
Today’s Qingming Festival, the garden is a great event.
The fine wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates kitchen smoke.
Du Cao opened three paths, and the article recalled two sages.
How long can I drive, before the wine falls.
“Luoyang Qingming Ri Yu Ji”
Tang·Li Zhengfeng
Dawn Ri Qing Tomorrow, Night Comes Song Less Rain.
Thousands of doors are still fireworks, and nine streets are dust-free.
The wine-green river bridge is in spring, and the leisurely palace is in the afternoon.
Visitors fall in love with fragrant grass and half offend Yancheng Drum.
“Send Deng Rui’s Second Son Back Home on Qingming Day” 》
Don·Dai Shulun
The bells and drums leave the sun, and the drivers dress up at night.
Xiaochu has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosty.
Through the mirror to see Huafa, hold a cup and talk about hometown.
Every time I dislike my children’s tears, I am self-sufficient today.
“Looking to the City After Qingming Festival”
Tang·Liu Changqing
After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains are in front of me.
Hundreds of flowers are like the old days, and Wanjing produces new smoke.
The grass is colorless and there is no open space, and the river flows into the sky.
Where is Chang’an, pointing to the sunset.
“Qujiang Huaiyou on Qingming Day”
Tang·Luoyin
Jun and Tian Su are old tours, and I also plan to make friends.
I have been isolated from the Yellow Spring for two years, and the water head is desolate all day long.
The gulls and birds seem to be able to do physics together, and the apricot flowers are suspicious of people’s worries.
The widowed wife and child shed tears while looking at Jiangling in the distance.
“Qingming”
Tang·Sun Changyin
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern mountains.
The flint fire opens a new flame, and the tung flower grows the old branch.
Shen Ming is ashamed of the old things, and banquets prevent friends from knowing.
Less than the birds in the forest, move the tree and feather it.
“Remembering My Brothers on Qingming Day”
Tang·Wei Yingwu
Cold food recipes are sickly, and they are open-hearted.
In the end, the old county was filled with fireworks.
The apricot porridge is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.
Only hate to be obedient to kiss Yan, to spend this fragrant year.
“Chang’an Qingming”
Tang·Weizhuang
The flea is a rainy day that hurts the dream of spring, but the grass is more prosperous.
The inner officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the superiors were free to give money.
Purple Mo squeaks and slams red, and green poplars draw swings.
Visitors remember the Chengping incident and secretly rejoice that the scenery is like the past.
“Qingming Day”
Tang·Wen Tingjun
In Qing’e’s painting fan, spring trees and tulips are red.
A crime of blooming flowers will return to the weak willow wind.
Ma Jiao avoided it, and the chicken came out of the cage.
Who made the zhe play, the oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
“Qingming Day”
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He all went with wine to find fragrance, and I closed the door alone to sleep peacefully.
Only Yang Hua seems to be looking for each other, returning to the bed due to the wind.
“Magpies Stepping on Branches Qingming”
Five Dynasties·Feng Yansi
Six-curved Langgans are nestled in green trees, willows and willows are light in the wind and spread outgolden thread.
Who moved the zither to the jade column? Wearing a curtain, Haiyan flew away in shock.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fluff, and when the red apricots bloom, it rains in an instant.
Did you sleep without a word, and you can’t find a place for your terrified and good dreams?
“Butterfly Loves Flowers”
Southern Tang·Li Yu
Wandering around in the remote night pavilion, after the Qingming Festival, I gradually felt hurt.
A few rain sounds and the wind stopped, and the hazy moon and clouds came and went.
Peach and Li Yichun’s darkness, who is on the swing, whispers softly with a smile.
There are thousands of emotions in the heart, and there is no arrangement in the world.
“Fishing Songs”
Xi Shu·Wei Chengban
Liu Rumei, clouds like hair, sharks and silks, fog and fragrant snow.
Dream soul frightened, the clock missed a break, and the waning moon was dawning outside the window.
How passionate, there is nowhere to say, the flowers are flying in the Qingming Festival.
Young man, it’s easy to say goodbye.
“Huanxisha·Spring Love”
Song·Su Shi
The words of Taoism have not been completed, and the dream of Chunge has not been fulfilled.
What is going on in the morning?
Cai Suo is light and long, taking advantage of swallows, sleeping under the red window and not hearing warblers.
The sleepy weather is near Qingming.
“Qingming”
Song·Wang Yuxi
No flowers and no wine had passed the Qingming Festival, and the interest was like a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and the window was distributed with reading lamps.
“Qingming”
Song· Huang Tingjian
The peaches and plums laugh at the Qingming Festival, and the wild mounds of Noda are only sad.
Thunder, the world is stunned by dragons and snakes.
People begged for sacrifices to arrogant concubines, and Shigan burned the unjust princes to death.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years.
“Qingmen Yin·Chunsi”
Song·Zhangxian
It was slightly cold at first. The wind and rain will come later.
Tingxuan is lonely near Qingming Festival, drunk with flowers, and sick again last year.
The wind blows in the corner of the building. Quiet at night.
Nakan was even more affected by the bright moon, and the swing shadow was sent by the partition wall.
“Qingming”
Song·Sun Yong
Every year during the Qingming Festival, I am busy with wine and flowers.
Today, Jiangtou is sick, and a new incense burns in front of God.
“Sudi Qingming is an event”
Song·Wu Weixin
The pear blossoms are in the clear and bright, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring.
In the evening, Shengge cleans up, and ten thousand willows belong to the warbler.
“Suburban trip is an event”
Song Cheng Hao
When the green fields of Fangyuan wander freely, spring enters the distant mountains and green surroundings.
Through the chaos of the red and the willow alley, I am trapped in the flowing water and sit on the moss.
Mo Cizhan wine is very persuasive, only afraid of the wind and flowers flying.
The weather is clear and bright, so don’t forget to go home.
“The Wind Enters the Pine”
Song·Wu Wenying
Listening to the wind, listening to the rain and passing the Qingming Festival, worrying about the grass and the flower inscription.
The green and dark in front of the building lead the way, a trace of willow, an inch of tenderness.
It is expected that the wine in the spring and cold will be accompanied by Xiaomeng and the warbler.
West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day, still enjoying the new sunshine.
The wasps fluttered on the swing rope frequently, and there were times and delicate hands.
The melancholy pair of mandarin ducks can’t be reached, and the moss grows overnight on the quiet steps.
“Broken Time·Spring Scenery”
Song·Yanshu
Swallow came to Shixinshe, and Pear Flower was behind Qingming.
The green moss on the pond is three or four o’clock, and the oriole on the bottom of the leaves makes one or two sounds.
The day is long and the flying is light.
Smiling with her east neighbor’s female companion, she is courteous in the mulberry trail.
Suspected that the spring dream was good last night, Yuan is the current fight against grass to win.
Smiles come from both faces.
“Picking Mulberries”
Song·Ouyang Xiu
The West Lake is beautiful and prosperous throughout the Qingming Festival.
Which one is the way, the green willow and the red wheel take the chariot.
Visitors will leave at dusk, wake up drunk and make noise.
The road turns to the embankment, until the city head is always full of flowers.
“The Ching Ming Festival with Wine”
Song·Gao Zhu
There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and there are different Qingming festivals.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears dye into red rhododendrons.
Sunset on the fox sleeping mound, in front of the children laughing at night.
If there is wine in life, one should be drunk, never a drop has ever been to Jiuquan.
“The Beaver Crossing the Road on Qingming Day”
Song·Fan Chengda
Sprinkling with towel and rain, wearing a side hat.
Flowers burn in the mountains, and willows lie in the sound of water.
Shi Ma immediately took the lead, and the paper kites sang in the air.
After the people dispersed, the black bird is west to east.
“Chaozhongcuo”
Song·Zhang Yan
During the Qingming Festival, the rain was loud, and the tide embraced the sand.
I was coldly watched by pear blossoms, and my life was bitterly in love with the end of the world.
Yinghu with swallow curtains, cloud window and fog pavilion, sober crows.
A willow tree is broken, who will it be inserted into?
“Qingjiang Yin·Chunsi”
Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu
The yellow warbler sings the willow outside the door, the rain is fine after Qingming.
It can take a few days of spring, and it is acacia and thin.
Pear Flower Small Window People Sick Wine.
“Qingjiang Yin·Qingming Day Tour”< /p>
Ming·Wang Pan
Ask the West Building where smoking is good?
Greenfield Sunny Road. Horses wear willows and willows neigh,
People lean on the swings and laugh.
“Things Are Clear”
Ming·Qu You
The garden is full of pears, flowers and snow, and this year is Qingming again.
The gossamer fell to the ground without any intention, and the grass is full of love.
The whole courtyard is full of Xiaoyan Yan, and half the window is sunny and silkworms are born.
In the famous garden with a swing, people are listening to the laughter.