Poetry recitation suitable for Tomb-Sweeping Day

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems are recited as follows:

1, on the way to cold food, Song. 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. I immediately spent the cold food festival in late spring on the road, but looking at the pier by the river, I couldn't see the departure from Luoyang Baqiao. Although I was demoted to the south as a minister, I still miss the wise king in the north, my hometown and a heartbroken place. After a few days and nights, new wicker grows again.

2. The Qingming Riverside Tuhuaixiwu Bridge to Guayan Village (Tang). 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.

The rain in Longmen, Luoyang gradually stopped in the evening, and the solar term in spring came, keeping the wind in your cave constantly. There are only a few birdsongs on the official road, which makes the surroundings quieter. In the cracks in the collapsed wall, a few wild flowers opened, and the makeup lit up the emptiness here. I want to be an official now, but I am ashamed to be less handsome than my peers at that time. I had to retire and learn from the unrestrained old fisherman in the Jianghu. The intimate friends I once made can't meet each other until now, but I can only wander east of Luoyang with melancholy feelings.