Ching Ming Memorial Poem

Du Mu

There are many rains at the time of Ching Ming,

The pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where can I find a tavern?

The shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

Ching Ming Day

The Tang Dynasty's Li Jianxun

All the others have gone to look for fragrance with their wine, but I have closed the door and slept quietly.

Only the poplars seem to be looking for each other, and they come back to my bed because of the wind.

Li Qunyu, Tang Dynasty

The darkness of the willow and the fragrance of the flowers kept me awake, and I thought of a lonely life on the threshold.

The wild clouds will rain across the moon, and the sand birds will fly to the far sky with their voices.

It's been a long time since I've left my siblings behind, and I remember the reunion every season.

Molasses and cold wine will be served next year, but I'm not sure where I'll be.

After the Qingming Festival, I climbed up to the city and looked out

Liu Changqing of Tang Dynasty

After the Qingming Festival, I looked out of the clouds and mountains.

Hundreds of flowers are like the old days, and ten thousand wells are full of new smoke.

The grass is not empty, and the river flows with the distant sky.

Where is Chang'an? It is at the edge of the setting sun.

The day of the Qingming Festival, I remembered my friend in Qujiang River

Tang Luoyin

Jun and Tiansu were old friends, and I had a lot to do with them.

This is the first time I've seen you on a day like this, and I'm sure you've seen me on a day like this.

The gulls and birds seem to be able to be physically together, and the apricot blossoms are suspected of wanting to accompany people's sorrows.

Widowed wives and children should be cold food, looking at Jiangling a tear flow.

The incident of Ching Ming

Tang Meng Haoran

The Emperor's country is very clear and bright, and the people's hearts are full of sadness.

The sound of cars on the upper road, the color of willows in the eastern city.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies play together.

This is the first time I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

Ching Ming

Tang Sun Changyin

Ching Ming in the late spring, despairing of the northern mountains.

The flint flames are new, and the tung blossoms are old.

It's a shame to be in the dark, and the feasts are a hindrance to the knowledge of friends.

It is not as bad as the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest.

Remembering my brothers on the day of the Ching Ming Festival

Tang Wei Yingwu

The cold food is very sick, but I am very happy to open my heart.

It is the first time that I think of my old county, and the smoke and fire are all over the clear river.

The apricot gruel is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.

It's a pity that I'm not a good friend of mine, and I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with you.

Changan Qingming

Tang Wei Zhuang

The flea is hurt spring dream rain day, can be more luxuriant grass.

The first time an official gave a fire to the Qingming Festival, the last minister gave the money for the fire.

They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.

The tourists remembered that the peace, secretly happy scenery like the past years.

The day of the Qingming Festival

Tang Wen Tingjun

The Qing'e painting fan, the spring tree Yu Jin red.

The dew of the blossoms, the wind of the willows.

The horse is proud to avoid the curtain, and the chicken is afraid to open the cage.

The Tsuge is the most popular of all, and the oriole is the most popular of all in the old palace.

With Jinzhou Hu Langzhong on the rainy Western Pavilion feast on Qingming Day

Tang Zhang Ji

The new fire in the county, the rainy air in the high lounge is clear.

We invite guests to enjoy the flowers and urge them to sing.

***Drunkenness moves the seat of fragrance, leaving joy to close the twilight city.

The government is not in the mood for a banquet, and the zither is not in the mood for anything else.

Tang Zhang Ji

The evening clears up the rain at Longmen, and the spring winds at your cave.

The birds cry on the official road, and the flowers are in ruins.

The sound of jade is a shame, and the hanging silk learns from the old man.

The old travelers are gone, despairing of the east of Luo Cheng.

Jiangnan Qingming

Tang Zheng Zhun

WuShan ChuYi four years, a see Qingming a change of face.

The traveler hates the **** wind that rises all night long, and the light is thick with wine.

It's a good thing that you're not a big fan of the way we do things, because it's a good thing that you're not a big fan of the way we do things.

What is the plan for the unlimited return of the heart, the roadside armor is heavy.

Ching Ming

Song Gao Zhu

There are many graveyards on the hills in the north and south.

Paper ashes fly as white butterflies, and tears stain red azaleas.

The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, while the children return at night and laugh in front of the lamp.

Life has its wines, and one drop never reaches the nine springs.

Ching Ming

Song Huang Tingjian

The festival of the Qingming Festival, the peaches and the plums are smiling, and the wild fields and the barren graves are full of sorrow.

Thunder is a shock to the sky and earth, and dragons and snakes hibernate, while rain makes the grass and trees soft in the countryside.

People beg to sacrifice their concubines and women, and people are willing to burn to death.

Who is the best person in the world to know, and who is the best person in the world to know?

Ching Ming

Song Wang Yu

No flowers, no wine over the Qingming, the taste is like a wild monk.

Yesterday's neighbor begged for a new fire, and the dawn window was divided into reading lamps

The Qingming Festival (a group of poems)

(1)

Is it by chance or by necessity

Is it unintentional or by coincidence

The sky--your face

Why does it always start to get cloudy at this time of year

Why does it always get cloudy at this time of year

It is not the time of the year that you want it to be.

The earth - your heart

Why does it somehow start to tremble

as if it's going to turn the whole earth upside down

(2)

The wind is blowing hard

The rain is falling steadily

People are always scared and miserable

The wind is blowing hard

The rain is falling steadily

The wind is blowing hard

The rain is falling steadily

People are always scared and miserable

I stood silently in front of

mounds of graves

hanging on to each wandering soul

I heard

your howling, your laughter

all the voices, and the wind, and the whimpering

(3)

I don't know if it's the yellow earth

or the dogwoods that sway in the graves

and the winds and the wind that blow in the graves

.

And the mottled handwriting of the inscription washed away by the wind and snow

Like a sharp sword

stabbing at my eyes

cutting open my tear ducts

So

meaningless tears

moistened my lips and teeth--bitter

They all kneeled there

Though the road was muddy

Their brand-new pants were covered with yellow mud

They were still like statues, unwilling to leave

The incense and candles curled up

The firecrackers roared

Is it a memorial service for the souls of those who have died?

I don't want to

I just want to use my fingers to

dig up every grave

Let those souls get some air

Poetry about the Qingming Festival:

The Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu

The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where can I find a tavern? The shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

The Cold Eclipse on the Way (Tang) Song Zhiwen

The cold eclipse on the way, the twilight spring on the way. I am sorry to see you at Jiangpu, but I don't see you at Luoqiao.

The North Pole is pregnant with the bright lord, and the South Sea is a desertion. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at it.

"Cold Eclipse" (Tang)

The city of spring is full of flowers, and the wind of the cold eclipse is blowing on the willows.

The candles were passed to the Han Palace at the end of the day, and the smoke was dispersed into the houses of the five vassals.

Tang Li Jianxun

All of them are going to bring their wine and seek fragrance, but I have to close the door and sleep quietly.

Only the poplars seem to be looking for each other, and they come back to the bed because of the wind.

Li Qunyu, Tang Dynasty

The darkness of the willow and the fragrance of the flowers kept me awake, and I thought of a lonely life on the threshold.

The wild clouds will rain across the moon, and the sand birds will fly far away from the sky with their voices.

It's been a long time since I've left my siblings in the cold and hunger, and I remember the reunion every time I'm in the season.

Molasses and cold wine will be served next year, but I'm not sure where I'll be.

After the Qingming Festival, I climbed up to the city and looked out

Liu Changqing of Tang Dynasty

After the Qingming Festival, I looked out of the clouds and mountains.

Hundreds of flowers are like the old days, and ten thousand wells are full of new smoke.

The grass is not empty, and the river flows with the distant sky.

Where is Chang'an? It is at the edge of the setting sun.

The day of the Qingming Festival, I remembered my friend in Qujiang River

Tang Luoyin

Jun and Tiansu were old friends, and I had a lot to do with them.

This is the first time I've ever seen you in a room like this one.

The gulls and birds seem to be able to be physically together, and the apricot blossoms are suspected of wanting to accompany people's sorrows.

Widowed wives and children should be cold food, looking at Jiangling a tear flow.

The incident of Ching Ming

Tang Meng Haoran

The Emperor's country is very clear and bright, and the people's hearts are full of sadness.

The sound of cars on the upper road, the color of willows in the eastern city.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies play together.

This is the first time I've ever been to a place where I've had to sit and remember, and I've had to drink tea to get drunk.

Ching Ming

Tang Sun Changyin

Ching Ming in the late spring, despairing of the northern mountains.

The flint flames are new, and the tung blossoms are old.

It's a shame to be in the dark, and the feasts are a hindrance to the knowledge of friends.

It is not as bad as the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest, the birds in the forest.

Remembering my brothers on the day of the Ching Ming Festival

Tang Wei Yingwu

The cold food is very sick, but I am very happy to open my heart.

It is the first time that I think of my old county, and the smoke and fire are all over the clear river.

The apricot gruel is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.

It's a pity that I'm not a good friend of mine, and I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with you.

Changan Qingming

Tang Wei Zhuang

The flea is hurt spring dream rain day, can be more luxuriant grass.

The first time an official gave a fire to the Qingming Festival, the last minister gave the money for the fire.

They are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so, and they are the first to be able to do so.

The tourists remembered that the peace, secretly happy scenery like the past years.

The day of the Qingming Festival

Tang Wen Tingjun

The Qing'e painting fan, the spring tree Yu Jin red.

The dew of the blossoms, the wind of the willows.

The horse is proud to avoid the curtains, and the chicken is afraid to open the cage.

The Tsuge is the most important of all, and the oriole is the most important of all in the old palace.

With Jinzhou Hu Langzhong on the rainy day of Qingming

Tang Zhang Ji

The county opened a new fire, the rainy air of the high fasting is clear.

We invite guests to enjoy the flowers and urge them to sing.

***Drunkenness moves the seat of fragrance, leaving joy to close the city of twilight.

The government is not in the mood for a banquet, and the zither is not in the mood for anything else.

Tang Zhang Ji

The evening clears up the rain at Longmen, and the spring winds at your cave.

The birds cry on the official road, and the flowers are in ruins.

The sound of jade is a shame, and the hanging silk learns from the old man.

The old travelers are gone, despairing of the east of Luo Cheng.

Jiangnan Qingming

Tang Zheng Zhun

WuShan ChuYi four years, a see Qingming a change of face.

The traveler hates the **** wind that rises all night long, and the light is thick with wine.

It's a good thing that you're not a big fan of the way we do things, because it's a good thing that you're not a big fan of the way we do things.

What is the plan for the unlimited return of the heart, the roadside armor is heavy.

Ching Ming

Song Gao Zhu

There are many graveyards on the hills in the north and south.

Paper ashes fly as white butterflies, and tears stain red azaleas.

The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, while the children return at night and laugh in front of the lamp.

Life has its wines, and one drop never reaches the nine springs.

Ching Ming

Song Huang Tingjian

The festival of the Qingming Festival, the peaches and the plums are smiling, and the wild fields and the barren graves are full of sorrow.

Thunder is a shock to the sky and earth, and dragons and snakes hibernate, while rain makes the grass and trees soft in the countryside.

People beg to sacrifice their concubines and women, and people are willing to burn to death.

Du Mu

The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to break their souls.

When I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

Ching Ming Wang Yu

No flowers, no wine, no flowers, no wine at the time of the Qingming Festival.

Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and in the morning the window was divided into reading lamps.

Ching Ming Huang Tingjian

The festival of Qingming is a time for smiling peaches and plums, and the wild fields and graves are filled with sadness.

Thunderstorms in heaven and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain is enough to soften the grass and trees in the countryside.

People beg to sacrifice their concubines and women, and people are willing to burn to death.

Who is the best person in the world to know, and who is the best person in the world to know?

Ching Ming Gao Zhu

There are many graveyards on the hills in the north and south.

Paper ashes fly as white butterflies, and tears stain red azaleas.

The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, while the children return at night and laugh in front of the lamp.

Life has its wines, and one drop never reaches the nine springs.

Meng Haoran

The forests are full of worries, and I have opened a pavilion to see the splendor of things.

Suddenly I met the green bird and was invited to the house of the red pine.

The first fire was opened at the Danzao, and the peaches of immortality were blossoming.

If you can keep your face, why don't you get drunk?

Sending Wei to Pious Zhou on the day of the Qingming Festival, Bai Juyi

Lonely day of the Qingming Festival, the house of Sima is in a state of depression.

Leaving the molasses and cold porridge, and cooking new tea over the fire.

There is no wine to be had if you want to part, but there are flowers to be had if you stay.

Where can I move to the south? The place is already at the end of the world.

Watching a prostitute dance and listening to a guest's poem on the day of the Ching Ming Festival Bai Juyi

Seeing the dance is like jade, listening to the poem is like gold.

It is a pity to see the dancing face like jade and the poems like gold.

It is a pity that the spring breeze is so old, and that the wine is so deep.

This is the first time I've ever seen a flower in the sky, and I'm sure I'll be able to find it in my heart.

The Night of Ching-ming Bai Juyi

The night of Ching-ming, the night of the good wind and the moon, the night of the assassin's house in the red pavilion of the blue masonry, the night of the good wind and the moon.

It is the night of the Qingming Festival, and the night of the Qingming Festival, and the night of the Qingming Festival, and the night of the Qingming Festival, and the night of the Qingming Festival.

The day of the clearing of the moon, when I climbed up to Laojun Pavilion and looked at the city of Luocheng, I gave a gift to Mr. Han Juyi

The day of the clearing of the moon, when the scenery was full of fireworks and smoke, and when I was in the middle of the city, when I was singing and crying.

What is the matter that does not follow the water of East Luo, and whose family is buried in North Mangshan.

The bridge is a long way from the center, and the boats on the lower ferry are not idle.

The graves and tombs are so crowded and disturbed that the cranes are still flying in Liaodong.

Meng Haoran

The Emperor's land is so clear, and the hearts of the people are full of sadness.

The sound of cars on the upper road, the color of willows in the eastern city.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies play together.

This is the first time I've ever been to a place where I've had a good time, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

The bridge to Guayan Village on the day of the Ching Ming Festival, Zhang Jie

The evening clears up the rain at Longmen, and the spring winds at Ru Cave. The birds are crying on the official road, and the flowers are sending out the ruined wall.

Mingyu ashamed of the generation, hanging silk learn old man. The old tourists are not seen, despairing east of Luo Cheng.

The highest peak of Li Peak on the day of the Ching Ming Festival

Clear dawn, the country door passes, the capital door will be sent. I am looking at the Luoyang Road, and I am looking at the Yichuan Que in the south.

The winds of the day are so gentle that they send the moon to the city on the first day of the Ching-ming Festival. The forests and the mountains are moving, and the water is seeing a thousand niches.

Binding net in the arm of the robe, the incense sticking out of the hair of the moss. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

The highest peak of Li Peak on the day of the cold eclipse and the clearing of the day of the morning, the tourists tend to the Liang residence, the light of the morning into the Chutai. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services.

The sun is over the rainbow, and the flowers come with the butterflies. The winds are blowing in the wind, and the rest of the winds are blowing in the wind, and the rest of the winds are blowing in the wind.

Today's Qingming Day banquet at the Ningwang Mountain Pond was given the word "fly", Zhang said

Today's Qingming Banquet, a good place to cherish the fragrance. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

The green islet passes the song list, the red bridge degree dance flag. The winds of the sea are in favor of the law, and the rains of the sea do not touch your clothes.

The grace is like a change of fire, and spring comes and goes.

Beauty of Liu Langzhong, the Secretary of the Qingming Banquet, Zu Yong

Field family again close to the minister, the line of music does not violate the relatives. The garden is good on the clear day, and the fireworks are new on the clear day.

They are the only people who have ever had a friend in literature, and the only people who have ever had a neighbor are those who have been virtuous. The pool is shining in the shade of the window in the evening, the cup is fragrant with the flavor of spring medicine.

Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds peep out of the bamboo. I'm not sure why I'm not in the right place, but I'm sure that I'm not in the right place.

Liu Changqing, who climbed up to the city after the Qingming Festival

After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains looked out of the corner of my eye. The flowers are like the old days, and the wells are full of new smoke.

The grass is not empty, and the river flows into the distant sky. The sun is setting on the edge of the sky, and the sun is setting on the edge of the sky, and the sun is setting on the edge of the sky.

Remembering my brothers on the day of Ching Ming, Wei Yingwu

The cold food is very sick, and I'm very happy to see you. I've been thinking about my old county, and the fireworks are all over the clear river.

The apricot congee is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.

Ching Ming Sun Changyin

Ching Ming twilight spring, despairing of the northern mountains. The flames of the flint fire are new, and the flowers of the tung tree are old.

The year of the Shenmei is ashamed of the things, the feast to prevent friends know. I'm not as good as the birds in the forest, and I'm not as good as the birds in the forest.

Du Fu

This is the day when the flowers bloom, and thousands of people come out of Changsha.

It is the day when the flowers bloom everywhere, and thousands of people come out from Changsha. I'm sure you'll find it a great pleasure to visit the Xiangxi Temple, where all the generals have come from the army.

Ma Yan's journey is now in front of us, and Ge Qiang is close to us.

This is the first time I've ever seen the world in a hurry, and I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do so. I am not sure if I can do this, but I am sure that I will be able to do it.

While my brother and nephew are not allowed to write a book, I have not been able to leave my home yet.

It is not my way to meet the young and the strong,

and this is the day of purification.

Two Songs of Qingming Dufu

The new fire is coming in the morning, the new smoke is rising, and the lake color and spring light are purifying the passenger boat.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman with a flower in her hand, and I've never seen a woman with a bamboo in her hand. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.

I don't see the old city of Dingwang, but I still remember the well of Jiafu.

This is the first time I've ever seen the King of China in the past, and I've never seen the King of China in the past, and I've never seen the King of China in the past. I have a lot of time on my hands, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.

This is a very hard time for me, my right arm is withered and my ears are half deaf.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get out of the house," he said. The leather ball will be far away, and the custom is the same.

The goose is on the cloud, the family is drilling fire with the green maple.

The city of Qin is full of smoke and flowers,

and the mountains and rivers of Han are full of embroidery. The wind and water of spring come to the dongtian broad, white apple worry kill white-headed man.

The Qingming Day above the Qinglong Temple to give more words, Huangfu Ran

The above can be suitable, the seasonal month situation can be over. The sound of water from near and far, east and west mountain color.

The setting sun left the path of grass, new leaves into the garden. I've already been to the Qingming Festival, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it through the spring and fall.

Sending Deng Rui's two sons back to their hometown on the day of the Ching Ming Festival (a poem by Fang Gan) Dai Shulun

The bells and drums are clamoring to get away from the day, and the cart drivers are urging them to get dressed for the night. The kitchen is on fire and the willows are turning over in the dark.

Transferring the mirror to the Chinese hair, holding a cup to talk about the hometown. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.

Shi Yan

Shangyuan even the marquis, Qingming and twilight spring>Panfei drunken Act Act Saek? I'm not sure I can do that.

Favorite order to honor the three old, auspicious light candle ten thousand people. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, but I'd like to be able to do something about it.

The new fire was given to all the officials on the day of the Ching Ming Festival Han Jun

The red candles were passed on by the Zhu Rider, and the heavenly kitchens were given to the officials. The fire is seen with the yellow road, and the smoke is new around the white elm.

The glory of the day is divided into other days, the light of grace **** this hour. I'm not going to be able to get the best out of it, but I'm going to be able to get the best out of it," he said.

Scorching a thousand door dawn, Hui Hui ten thousand wells spring. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at the other side of the fence, but I'm sure you can.

The new fire was given to all the officials on the day of Ching-ming, and Zheng Yuan

After the fire was changed on the day of Ching-ming, the officials were given the favor of giving the fire to the officials. The flinty flames of the white elm are new.

Rich colors are coming to the two queues, and the divine light is glowing in the four neighborhoods. The weather is warm, the smoke scatters the spring of the Imperial City.

Utilizing the spoon and tripod, the afterglow of the candle. Imperial brightness such as lighting hidden, and would like to gather fireflies.

The new fire was given to all the officials on the day of the Ching Ming Festival, and Wang Chou

The royal fire was spread to the Hall of Fragrance, and the splendor of the light and the ministers. The stars are flowing in the center of the ambassador's horse, and the candles are shining in the nine streets.

The shadow of the fire was even connected to the golden house, and the light of the fire was divided into beautiful brocade. The flames are red and the smoke is green.

The winds of the morning were kind to me, and the warmth of the furnace was new. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your neighbors, and then you'll have a good look at them.

Send Dafu Envoy Wang table on the spring day of the Qingming Festival

Spring city idle look at the love of the sunny day, where the scenery is not in front of me.

This is the first time I've ever seen the city on a clear day, and I've never seen the city on a clear day before. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

It was said that the warbler's cries were melancholy, and I did not see Xie Linchuan when I finished the poem.

The last six months of the Qingming Festival, the first time I saw the party, I was able to enjoy the party, and then I was able to enjoy the party again. The leap year is a long time ago, and the holiday season is also a good time.

The rain is heavy, and the wine is brewing late in the spring breeze. The first thing you need to do is to look for the flowers and the snow, and then look at the willows and see if you can tear them down.

Shukki is like a treat, the sky and the will of the people. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.

The Qingming Festival, Guo and Li, Kong, and Wang traveled to Cui Yuanhan

The color of the mountains entered the city, and the sound of the bells was heard in the mountains. I am not sure if I will be able to take the time to rest from my duties on the border, but I will be able to explore the different aspects of the spring season.

There are many steps and corridors in front of you. The flowers fall from the rocks, and the clouds cover the grass.

When you see a woodcutter drilling a fire, you see a wild animal drinking from a spring. The road is close to the Dharma, and you can see it from time to time.

Correcting the wickedness of the constitution and publishing books to rectify errors and mistakes. The first is to be a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference (CPPCC).

The government's policy of "giving and taking back" was a great success, and the government's policy of "giving and taking back" was a great success. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.

Sub Yiyang on Qingming Day Quan Deyi

Sighing that the Qingming Festival is far away from my hometown, the Tonghua flower covers the water and the Gexi is long.

Family members must be holding a new fire, lighting it as a solitary lamp to illuminate the bridal chamber.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time. The elm willow is on fire, and the sycamore tree is in flower today.

The ancestral shrine is full of clouds, and the streets are full of scented cars. I'm sorry to see you go, but I'm sorry to see you go, but I'm sorry to see you go, but I'm sorry to see you go.

Luoyang Qingming day rain clearing Li Zhengfeng

Dawn clear tomorrow, the night Song less rain. A thousand doors are still fireworks, nine strangers without dust.

Wine green river bridge spring, leakage leisure palace afternoon. The tourists are in love with the grass, and the drums of the city are half broken.

Together with Jinzhou Hu Langzhong, the rainy West Pavilion feast on Qingming Day, Zhang Ji

The county has opened a new fire, and the rainy air in the high lounge is clear. I invite guests to enjoy the flowers, and urge them to drink and sing.

***Drunkenness has moved the seat of the fragrance, leaving the joy of closing the city of twilight. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

Make Dongchuan - Qingming Day Yuan Zhen

The cold food is always good wind light, touching the place to follow the next line.

Today, on the Han River at Qingming, I rode a horse and was greeted by a county official.

The Mountain Dwellings: Ten Songs - Remembering the Mountains After the Ching Ming Festival Li Deyu

Reminiscing about the cold eclipse, the wild old man was drunk under the forest. The moon shines brightly on a mountain, and the wind blows in the air of a hundred flowers.

Flying springs and all kinds of music seem to be blowing. I'm not waiting for the dawn to break, but I'm already waiting for the birds to arrive.

Changan Ching Ming Ming Wistfulness Gu Feixiong

Ming time the emperor meets the Ching Ming Ming, but also chased the tourists out of the forbidden city.

It is the first time that the rain has cleared up in ten thousand cars and horses. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in the future.

Who will be the master of the spring color in the coming year?

Li Qunyu, a writer at the Lake Temple on a clear night

The darkness of the willows and the fragrance of the flowers are so sad that I can't sleep, and I can't think of anything but the threshold of a dangerous place.

The clouds will rain across the moon,

The sand birds will fly far away from the sky. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few days.

Molasses and cold wine will be here next year, and I'm not sure where I'm going to go.

The garden on the day of Ching Ming sends a friend Jia Island

Today's Ching Ming Festival, the garden victory is partial. The wind is blowing willow flakes, and the new fire is making smoke in the kitchen.

There are three paths of grass in the garden, and two sages are remembered in the articles. The first thing I'd like to do is to get a drink in front of the flowers.

Ching Ming Day Wen Tingyun

Ching E's painting fan, spring trees Yu Jin red. I'm going out to the flowers and returning to the willows.

The horse is proud to avoid the curtains, and the chicken is afraid to open the cage at first. The Cudgel is the most important of all, and the oriole is the only one that can be found in the old palace.

The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.

This is the first time I've been to a Zen school in the United States, and I've been to a Zen school in the United States.

Ching Ming (prose)

Summer

At this time, my grandmother must be standing on the pavilion at the top of the mountain looking toward home.

My grandmother was knocking about with her old sisters while her eyes occasionally roved toward the concrete road at the foot of the hill.

The white concrete road snaked through the green fields, beetle-like cars, ant-like people, and my grandmother's eyes lingered on them one by one, knowing that her children and grandchildren would be coming up the mountain to visit her as soon as the spring breeze blew.

"Qingming is the spring of March, the peach red willow green grass green, swing swinging up and down laughter, yellow flowers and green fruits scramble to the grave." My mother has long been from the town to buy a flowery green paper, with a knife to hinge the paper into a string of like copper-like floating money, and then folded with tinfoil into a big shiny treasure, ready to go to the grave when filial piety to the deceased elders. In this regard, my mother was generous and always had enough money for the deceased. What about my father? The father, on the other hand, took out the good cigarettes and good wine that he usually couldn't afford to eat, and prepared to give them to his relatives to taste at the graveside.

We, the children, are looking forward to the arrival of Qingming with our fingers crossed, spring, rain, hibernation, equinox, Qingming in our expectations day by day closer.

The sun has been a little warm, the wind is still a little cool, rape flowers bright and bright, in the mountaintop pavilion looking at the grandmother, suddenly lifted up the sleeves and wiped her eyes, and then lifted up the sleeves and wiped her eyes, and finally see, bright spring, the children and grandchildren really come to visit her.

The place where Grandma lives is called Jiang Shan, Jiang Shan is not high, but the clear ghost show, Grandma in the life of this piece of feng shui treasure, often deflated and said, "Blessed people on the mountain shelves, I'm old, you'll send me to the mountains.

The old grandmother was sent to the mountain by the suona blowing. Sitting in a small box, the grandmother thought joyfully, and did back to the bride it. Her many old sisters - yakuzu old lady Lin Shengniang, selling eggs tiger woman, will do tailoring sister-in-law, etc., also have long come over, their mausoleum affectionately crowded together, grandma is not lonely.

Now, the grandmother who lived on the hill watched her children and grandchildren walk up the hill step by step in this bright spring light.

We, the children, were naturally the ones who walked in front of the grave-sweeping procession. The children came on bamboo horses, holding whips made of willow branches, their mouths also learned the horse's call, and their hearts had already flown up the mountain. There are azaleas on the mountain, there are paintbrush birds, and most of all, the father's burden of those delicious in the hook of our hearts.

Prior to the Qingming Festival, my mother would always go to the road to cut a kind of cotton cocoon head of grass, this grass with lime and hot water choking over the wash, and then kneaded with glutinous rice flour into a ball, wrapped in filling, it made the Jiangnan Qingming seasonal - cotton cocoon head of the dumplings. Cotton cocoon head dumplings green, sweet and sticky, smell, fragrant; taste, fresh. This ate the slap also refused to let go of the cotton cocoon head dumplings have to let the ancestors taste before we can return.

The ancestors in the end do not eat this cotton cocoon head dumplings, we do not know, just as I do not know the mother folded the big treasure over there can not really be used as money? But my parents believe that the ancestors will perceive this piety.

"Mother, Qingming, we came to see you old." Dad said as he stood in front of Grandma's grave.

The grass on Grandma's grave clattered, and Grandma said, "O children, I miss you too."

Dad shook the bulging paper money he held in his hand, and said loudly and confidently, "Mother, I've come to give you money for your old age.

"Oh, rich throat are big ah." Grandma laughed and chided: "What's the use of having these rotten papers? You can not be more real!"

Dad's face flushed red, mother busy to put out the offerings in the burden, green dumplings, fruits, small dishes, sweet wine put an altar.

Mother, I've wrapped up some green dumplings, come and taste them.

A breeze blew by, and grandma floated down from the treetops, and seemed to smell the flowers and grasses of the fields again, the freshness of the rice, the sweetness of the dusty earth, and she couldn't help but get drunk.

Grandma said, "It is still my daughter-in-law who is close to my heart."

It was not only Grandma who was drunk. The spring breeze is gentle, the sun is warm, the branches of the trees in front of the grave are swaying, they are also intoxicated by the strong affection of the Qingming Festival, right?

Floral and green money hanging in the grave, paper ash such as white butterflies flying in the wind, the grave has been cleaned up weeds, grandma sitting in the curling smoke looking at us smile. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it," he said.

Grandma, I will come back to see you next year. The fragrance of the green dumplings in the mouth, Qingming is like a field full of grass in our hearts to grow. Thousands of years to know who is, full of fluffy artemisia **** a hill.