A poem describing the spirit of Tomb-Sweeping Day.

The moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers have passed without a shadow. -Zhang Xian's "Magnolia Yi Mao Xing Wu Cold Food"

The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on Qingming"

Listen to the wind and rain. Worried about grass and flowers. -Wu Wenying's "hyacinthus orientalis, Listen to the Wind and Rain"

Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, full of wine, and fell ill last year. -Zhang Xian's "Qing Men Yin Chun Si"

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. -Bai Juyi's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening. -Li Guan's "Dead Hua Lian Chun Mu"

The torn tung blossoms are bright, and they are washed clearly in the rain at first. -Liu Yong's "Magnolia is slow, Tonghua is bright"

After the Qingming Festival, I couldn't bear to look back, and the cloud locked Zhu Lou. -Zhu's "Eye-catching, windy and gentle"

A few affectionate, nowhere to tell, Tomb-Sweeping Day. -Wei Chengban's "The Fisherman Liu Rumei"

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"

Tomb-Sweeping Day, rainy and sunny, is in its prime. -Xue's Qingming Festival

There are mountains around the white sky, and there are no homesickness in Qingming. -Gao Qi's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries. -Bai Juyi's Cold Food and Wild Hope

During the Qingming Festival, I went out of the suburbs and went to Liuyingmen in Gushan City. -Yang Huizhi's Cold Food Order Zheng Qi Assistant Minister