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.

2. Cold food in 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.

3. Wu Weixin's Qingming is a matter of Su Causeway.

Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.

At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.

4. Cold food on Yang Wanli's tomb

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.

5. Zhang Ji's "Lumen Business"

The tiller calls for love 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.

6. Cheng Hao's "Working in the Suburb"

When Fiona Fang's green fields roam freely, spring comes around Yaoshanbi.

Chasing the red petals of the wind in the breeze and passing through the swaying alleys; When he feels sleepy, he sits on a mossy stone and rests by the stream.

Sue shouldn't refuse this cup of wine, and don't let the most sincere heart drink it. I'm afraid the wind will blow flowers and pieces will fly everywhere.

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.

7. Wei's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

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.

8. Yan Shu's The Recent Flowers

Six songs lean against the green trees.

Liu Feng is light, showing golden thread.

Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?

Eyes full of hairspring and falling flocs.

When the apricot blossoms, it will be sunny and rainy for a while.

When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.

9. Wang Yucheng's Tomb-Sweeping Day

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.

10, Huang tingjian's Qingming.

Peach and plum laugh at the festival, and Noda's wasteland is sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.