Tomb-Sweeping Day's mourning poems

Seven-syllable/seven-syllable quatrain

Tomb-Sweeping Day visited the dead,

The rain is like tears.

Liu semei's flowers are still there,

Yin and yang are separated by dreams.

Four wonders.

The rain is clear all the year round,

The earth is full of sadness.

When relatives are reluctant to leave,

A wisp of smoke rose slowly.

"The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Tang Meng boldly emphasized Qingming in "Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty", 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.

"The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is lofty, the new smoke makes the willow forbidden, and the apricot is fragrant.

There are mountains around the white sky, and there are no homesickness in Qingming.

Under the tomb of Bian Hou, the grass is misty and the flowers are reflected in front of Lu Nv.

I'm glad my old friend is waiting for a letter, and I plan to get drunk in Beijing.

"Qingming" Huang Song listens to the sword festival, and the peaches and plums smile, and the wilderness of Noda is only 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.

"The Dead Hua Lian Chun Mu" Song Li Imperial Kiln strolls through the night pavilion.

Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening.

Count the rain and wind.

Hazy moonlight clouds come and go.

Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance.

Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter.

An inch of acacia, despair.

There is no place on earth that is arranged.