On Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems

The poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day Qi is as follows:

1, Qingming (Tang) Du Mu: It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

2, cold food wild hope (Tang) Bai Juyi: black crows noisy trees, Qingming cold food who cries. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

3. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi: It's a fine wind and a clear night, and a blue red porch is a thorn historian. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.

4. On Qingming Day, I went to Laojun Pavilion to see the gift from Los Angeles to Han Daoshi (Tang). Bai Juyi: On Qingming Day, the scenery was fireworks, and the city sang and cried. 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.

5. Watching prostitutes dance and listening to guest poems in Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi: Watching Yan Ruyu dance and listening to poems is 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 send cold food, and at this time.

6, Qingming (Tang) Du Fu: The new fire started in the morning and the lake was a net passenger ship. Embroidering feathers makes him complacent. Beauty rides bamboo, but I miss it. Finally, with the ending of Hutong, Chu women's waist is also poor. I can't see the old place of the city, but I still have Jiafu's well. Coke's empty touch is cold food, real money is sold by Yan Jun, Zhong Ding's mountains and forests are different in nature, and mud mash and coarse rice are my years.