Author: Du Mu years: Tang Dynasty
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Cold food is on the road.
Author: Song Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
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.
An outdated festival (Qingming Festival) that started one or two days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, when only cold food is served for three days.
Author: Han Yinian Author: Tang
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
The door is that thing.
Author: Author: Tang
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
"Ruan Langgui" In the middle of the southern spring,
Author: Ouyang Xiunian: Tang
When the spring in the south has passed halfway, the wind and the smell of Ma Si are blowing on my face.
Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and the curtains hang down.
Swing grass and trap clothes, draw beams and live in Shuang Yan.
2. About Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poem "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival"
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Han Shi Li
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
A little cold dish will make Tang Du Fu on the boat.
In the cold wind, there is hardly a bite of rice, sitting on the ground, sitting on the ground, the crow is old, sewed many times, and wears a brown hat on his head.
Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist.
The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids.
Standing in the direction of Tanzhou, looking north, looking straight at Chang 'an, the sky is like a white cloud, and there is a van parked there, suddenly worried.
Huan Xi Sha Dan Dang Chun Guang Cold Food Song Tian Li Qingzhao
Cold food in spring, heavy smoke in jade stove lingering. Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.
Haiyan will mow the grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has sown catkin cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.
Hope to adopt!
3. Check Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems and compile Tomb-Sweeping Day (Tang). A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. "Cold Food on the Road" (Tang) Song immediately met cold food, and it was late spring on the road.
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. "Cold Food" (Tang) Han Yichun City is full of flowers, and the cold food records the east wind and willows.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. "The door is a thing" (Tang) Zhang Fuzhao loves boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
"Qingming" (Song) Wang Yuqiao lived a Qingming without flowers and wine, and his interest was as bleak as a wild monk. Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
"Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" (Song) Wu Weixin pear blossoms are in Qingming, and wanderers are out of town looking for spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
On the Tomb of Cold Food (Song) What is the father of Yang Wanli! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried. "Things are in the suburbs" (Song) Cheng Yi grass green fields wantonly, spring into the surrounding mountains and rivers; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
"Tomb-Sweeping Day" (Southern Song Dynasty) is different from Tomb-Sweeping Day in that there are many tombs in the south and north hills of Gaozhu. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. There is wine to drink in life, but not a drop of Jiuquan! "Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi's face was covered with blood and tears, and he was sad to go home after the chaos.
In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations. "Clear River Leads Qingming Day" (Ming) Wang Pan asked the West Building where smoking was good. Green fields and sunny roads. In the willows of Ma Si, people laugh and swing, and the sound of warblers always makes Chun drunk.
"The sky is clothed" (contemporary) Liu Xiaofeng (Liu Zhou) contains five Qingming poems: first, the tomb is gaunt and looks like a relative; Is the worst thing ever (note: Bingzi, 1996 Bingzi Year. Comments: Those who have read this poem and been to the grave of their loved ones will definitely remember this poem.
Second, Bingziqing: peach blossom powder apricot blossoms are white, and the rain hits the branches; Pedestrians quietly went down, and several graves cried and mourned (comment: this poem put pen to paper to write about the scenery, with feelings. Write delicate and gorgeous peach blossoms and apricot flowers first.
The wind and rain beat the flowers. The flowers opened quietly. Write too many raindrops or slip quietly from pedestrians' faces, with tears in the middle, and then suddenly there are sad cries from several graves not far away.
This is a grave-sweeping scene full of life. There is a trace of warmth in the faint sadness, which makes people see the dullness of life and the greatness of human reproduction. Third: Xin Qiji has made it clear that God is heartless and has no compassion for filial piety in the world; In order to earn a little tear, endure the sunny and rainy days (note: four years of Xin: 200 1 four years of Xin.
Xiaoke: The author is modest. Comment: Reading this poem, it seems that the clear rain has turned into the tears of the dutiful son. Rain and tears blend together, and tears make rain miserable.
Isn't it the heart of a dutiful son who cries? Fourth: the wind blows grandma in the rain, and the rain beats grandma in the wind; Every year on this day, people shed tears, and every year, people put them in front of the grave. Fifth, there is no way for yin and yang to communicate, and Qingming is looking for graves; Less tears and paper money, less water and less wine.
Sixth, the business of sprouting hay by the roadside, a little bit of new green makeup is yellow, even if it doesn't rain, I still cry, and my grandmother's grave is next to the cloud. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. [Note] 1. Soul-breaking: describes a sad mood.
2. Sorry: Sorry. 3. Restaurant: Hotel, where you can drink. 4. pointing far away: pointing far away.
[Analysis] This poem describes the weather characteristics in the Qingming Festival, and at the same time, with the help of the special traditional significance of Tomb-Sweeping Day, it expresses the feelings and hopes of people who walk alone, as well as the thoughts of their loved ones at home. Highlight the loneliness of a wanderer.
During the Qingming Festival, the weather is changeable, sometimes the spring is bright, the flowers are red and green, and sometimes it is drizzling. The first sentence "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival" describes the characteristics of "throwing fire and rain" (the first two days in Tomb-Sweeping Day are cold days, and the old custom forbids fire for three days. This time is called "throwing fire rain").
The second sentence "pedestrians on the road want to break their souls" is about the mood of pedestrians. "Soul-breaking" refers to feelings that are very sad but not exposed.
Why does this pedestrian "want to break his soul"? Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is a big festival in ancient China, as usual, families get together to pay homage to the grave or go for an outing. Now that pedestrians are traveling alone in strange places, the taste in their hearts is already bad. It happened that he was caught in another rain, his clothes were all wet, and his mood was even more sad.
How to dispel melancholy? Pedestrians will naturally think: it is best to find a hotel nearby to have a rest and shelter from the rain; Second, drink some wine to relieve the cold; More importantly, you can use wine to dispel the sadness in your heart. So he asked the way: "Excuse me, where is the restaurant?" Who did you ask? I didn't specify.
The word "shepherd boy" in the last sentence "the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village" is both the subject of this sentence and the object of the previous sentence. The shepherd boy's answer replaced words with actions. Pedestrians looked in the direction of his finger and saw a son (a symbol of ancient hotels) vaguely exposed in a treetop full of red apricots.
This poem came to an abrupt end here. As for how happy pedestrians are when they hear this news, they are excited to catch up and find a hotel for a few drinks, so as to get satisfaction such as shelter from the rain, relieving the cold and eliminating worries. These are left to the reader to imagine. Due to the widespread spread of this poem, the word "Xinghua Village" became another name for this restaurant in later generations.
This day is Tomb-Sweeping Day. The poet Xiao Du happened to get caught in the rain during his trip.
Qingming, although it is a season of blooming green flowers and bright spring, is also a period when the climate is prone to change, and sometimes even "windy and rainy". However, the rain in Mao Mao on this day is the kind of rain that "sounds like the crisp rain in the sky"-this is also the characteristic of spring rain.
This song "After Rain" conveys the beautiful realm of "cold deceives flowers and traps smoke and willow", and this song "One after another" naturally describes the artistic conception of spring rain; But it's more than that. It also has a special function, that is, it actually describes the mood of travelers in the rain.
Look at the following sentence: "pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." A "pedestrian" is traveling away from home.
4. Who can help me find a poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day in the first grade of primary school, about 100 words (group poem)?
( 1)
Is it accidental or inevitable?
Unintentional or coincidence?
The sky-your face
Why is it this time every year?
I began to cry darkly.
Earth-your heart
Why did you start to tremble for no reason?
As if to subvert the whole earth.
(2)
The wind rustled.
Rainy
People are always afraid and sad.
I stood quietly.
In front of a pile of graves
Pay tribute to every wandering and lonely soul
I heard you.
You are howling. You're smiling.
All the voices and winds, sobbing
(3)
I wonder if it is a pile of loess.
Or is the dog tail grass swaying alone in the grave?
There are also inscriptions mottled after being washed away by the wind and snow.
Like a sharp sword
Stabbed my eyes.
Cut my lacrimal gland
therefore
Meaningless tears
Wet my lips and teeth-bitter
(4)
They all bowed there.
Although the road is muddy
Brand-new trousers are covered with yellow mud.
They are still reluctant to leave like statues for a long time.
The incense is rolled up.
Firecrackers roar
Is it to mourn the dead souls?
I don't want to go.
I just want to use my two fingers.
Dig every grave
Let those souls breathe some fresh air.
Ancient poetry: Bai Juyi's poem "Cold Food and Wild Hope" describes the tomb sacrifice at that time;
Cold food and unrealistic hopes
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food 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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day sunbathed beavers and crossed the road.
Chengda Fan
Sprinkle towels and rain, and wear a side hat. Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water.
Shimali Road, the kite is flying. After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.
These five laws, like a wide-angle lens, have a panoramic view of the Qingming Ye Chun. A scholar travels smartly in spring, kites compete for air, and birds peck at sacrifices. Sorrow and joy set each other off, which is really a very distinctive festival. However, it is sad to offer sacrifices to the tomb of Qingming, but in the Tang and Song Dynasties, the atmosphere of feasting and enjoying it has also taken shape.
5. Original publisher of Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems and sentences: multiply and live.
Chapter 1: Tomb-Sweeping Day's famous ancient poems 1. Poetry: 1, Qingming Festival (Tang) During Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. The most famous poem about the custom of cold food in Tomb-Sweeping Day is: 2. Cold food (Tang Dynasty). There are flowers everywhere in Han Jiaochun City, and the east wind and willows are oblique. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. One of the poems describing Tomb-Sweeping Day: 3. On the Qingming night, Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty was surging, and on the Qingming night, the blue brick red porch was secretariat. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers. On the Qingming Day, Deng Rui's second son was sent back to his hometown, and Tang Dai Shulun's bell and drum walked for a day, urging the driver to wear evening clothes. The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted. Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup. Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today. 5. After the Qingming Festival, climb the city and look out-after the Qingming Festival by Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty, in front of Yunshan. Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells. There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky. Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset. 6, Qingming Japanese song Jiang Huaiyou-Tang Luo Yinjun and Tian Su are old tourists, I am ready to pay. For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day. Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries. Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears. The second poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day 7. Cold food-Tang Meng Yunqing Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sad. Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty. 8. Qingming is a matter-Emperor Tang Meng Haoran emphasized Qingming and the people were worried. The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush. Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking. 9, Qingming-Tang Sun Yinchang Qingming in the spring, looking at Beishan. Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches. Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends. Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers. 10. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I remembered my brother, Tang Wei Wu Ying's cold food recipe, which was disgusting and relaxed. Final order
6. Find a sentence about Tomb-Sweeping Day and a sentence about Tomb-Sweeping Day:
Qinglv Qingming
At the beginning of Tomb-Sweeping Day, the rain was blue and the soul was broken. Qian Qiu carves rust, kites are full, and green vines are greedy. I also swept Chen's tomb, released flowers and got drunk in the spring. An inch of fire is hard to burn, and cold food is inexhaustible. A glass of wine is the first sacrifice.
"Bingguo"-everything is difficult at the beginning, and we can know what grass this bud has become.
Life Notes-Pear blossoms are bright and clean, attracting wanderers to linger.
"Kung Fu of cultivating quietness"-Everything is consumed by movement and born by quietness. Silence is the abode of the gods. Those who give birth to me, those who die of my heart, those who are silent, are endless; When God is gone, he will die young, calm and sunny. Turbulence, storms, ghosts crying and howling, calmness makes all things flourish, turbulence destroys all things, calmness and carefree, then the order is healthy and long-lived, and the spirit is confused and sick. Unless it is quiet, it is impossible to become immortal. Quiet is wise, moving is dizzy, and everything in the world is disturbed. If it is quiet, the atmosphere will be eliminated.
"Spring scenery"-Swallows come to the news agency, and pears are behind the Qingming Festival.
"Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of Shashang Province"-After the storm, the pear flower has been eaten cold. How many descendants will visit the grave?
"Going to the suburbs is the most important thing"-it's sunny, and you may want to travel but forget to come back.
"Red window and moon face"-Yan, has long been a matter of course.
7. The Qingming Poem by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty, which is suitable for primary school students to recite.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Qingming by Wang Yucheng in Song Dynasty
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
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.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
Meng Haoran's Qingming Festival belongs to the Tang Dynasty.
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
8. Help me find a poem about Qingming, which should be more than 50 words, and I can appreciate the mistakes.
Zhang Yan
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains and the tide falls on the beach.
Looking at pear flower coldly, I love the world all my life.
Yan Hu, Yun Chuang, drunk and crying.
Fold a willow leaf. When you come back, who will you stick it in?
Tomb-Sweeping Day is the time for hiking. Although it is raining heavily, why not go to the river to watch the tide and go to the suburbs to see the flowers? But this huahua's smile seems to have turned into a sneer, mocking him for leaving his hometown to travel. He suddenly woke up, and he really "didn't know he was a guest in his dream" ... Tomb-Sweeping Day was getting married. Every household inserts willows to eliminate disasters. When he came out of the balcony of the karaoke bar drunk, he also folded one by the way. A spring breeze blew and he suddenly woke up. Where is his home? Where is the willow inserted? He is really homeless everywhere. ...
9. What do you know about Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems? How much do you know and write about Tomb-Sweeping Day's most famous poem?
Qingming Festival
(Tang) Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
The most famous poem about the custom of cold food in Tomb-Sweeping Day:
cold drink and snack
(Tang) Han Yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
One of the poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day:
Qingming night
Tang Bai Juyi
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.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
Qingming sent Deng Rui's second son home.
Don Dai Shulun
The bells and drums ring away from the sun, and the car urges the night clothes.
The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted.
Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.
Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today.
Visit the city after Tomb-Sweeping Day-Changqing, Liu Tang
After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.
Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.
There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Jiang Huaiyou-Yin
Jun and Tiansu are old friends, so I'm going to make friends.
For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.
Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.
The second poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day
Cold food-Tang Meng yun Qing
Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness.
Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
Qingming is a matter-Tang Meng Haoran
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
The Riverside Scene on Qingming Festival —— Tang Yinchang
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.
Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.
Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.
Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.
In memory of my brothers-Tang Wei Wu Ying in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.
Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.
Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
Chang 'an Qingming-Tang Wei Zhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.
The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.
The third poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Cold food is on the road.
(Tang) Song Wenzhi
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.
The door is that thing
(Tang)
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
day of mourning
(Song) Wang Yuqiao
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Cold food on the grave
(Song) Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Work in the suburbs
(Song) Cheng Hao
Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;
Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;
Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;
Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
The fourth poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Qingming-in front of Huang Songting's court
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
Smart fools have known who it is for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia.
Qingming-Song Wang Yu
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Send Chen Xiucai back to the grave in Saskatchewan.
(Ming) Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.
In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.