Tomb-Sweeping Day's famous saying

On Tomb-Sweeping Day's Famous Sentences

1, I want to put wine in Qingming, and I want to enjoy flowers in spring and forget my worries. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

2, a touch of spring rain heartbroken, there is no plan to find a hometown. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

3, the new cockroaches are chaotic, the smoke is low, and the spring rain is heartbroken. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

4, no flowers, no wine is too clear, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk. day of mourning

5. Longmen rains at night and windy in spring. Tomb-Sweeping Day from Xiqiao firewood to melon

6. Try to go to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, and there are new cigarettes in Qingming. The door is that thing

7. Qingming Day in the fragrant season, Qingming puts wine. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

8. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. day of mourning

9. In the clear spring, I look at the hills in the north. Flirting fires a new flame, and tung flowers grow old branches. day of mourning

10, Tomb-Sweeping Day apricot blossoms, poems and wine songs, Chinese New Year. Leaning against the spring rain, I cry for you by the window. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

1 1, light red stained with rain, just to get tired and confused. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

12, there are many grave fields in the hills of north and south, which is different in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and blood and tears are dyed into red azaleas. day of mourning

13, the official gave the Qingming fire at the beginning, and the upper phase shared the white money. Chang 'an Tomb-Sweeping Day

14, I saw Jiao's eyes drooping. I suspect you are escaping from the shadows and stepping on the wind. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

15, the city is covered with a layer of gauze, and the lonely peaks and green hills are not home. Looking forward to a hundred years of soil, the lonely moon on earth reflects pear blossoms. day of mourning

16, cold food immediately, via late spring. Cold food is on the road.

17, stir-fry the spring breeze, stir-fry apricot flowers, and destroy the fragrance to the end of the world. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems