Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems and Stories

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems are as follows:

1, cold food on the way (Tang) 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 when I looked at the pier by the river, I couldn't see the parting people from Baqiao, Luoyang. 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 time, but 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.

3, "Chang 'an Qingming Festival" (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.

Suddenly, it began to rain in Mao Mao in spring. Fleas disappeared long ago. Dream rain, spring is like a drizzle. How can grass be green? Can be compared, which means that you can't compare, can't stand it, and often embellish strong feelings or other things. This sentence actually means that the grass is beautiful. The palace gave the minister a new fire. According to the ancient custom, cold food does not make a fire, but it is saved in winter.