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Works Appreciated
"Tang pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of dead and alive parting places."
The fountain of darkness wept and did not hear, and Xiao Xiao twilight rain people returned. ”
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On the eve of the Qingming Festival, the Culture and Art Newspaper and the Shaanxi Poetry Society jointly hosted the "Poetry Sea Picking Pearl" activity to collect "Qingming" theme poems for poetry lovers across the country to meet friends with poetry. Now 20 excellent works are selected and distributed to netizens from all over the world.
Photography | Netizen Liu Zhentao Hanzhong Ning Qiangshi sheep stack rape flower
Nong Yin Qingming has sent
Zheng Keqiang (Xianyang)
Yuanzun is deeply grateful, just like a pearl jade into a golden vase.
Solemnly and reverently kneeling in front of the grave, every time there is a clear and clear mouth.
clear and bright
Yang Zaili (Hanzhong)
Cold food and qingming came one after another, and the miserable wind and rain seemed to mourn.
I don't know the evergreen trees around the tomb, but there are pine flowers gradually blooming?
Clear feelings
Ban Peihong (Yulin)
The wind swept over the clouds du Yu crying, and the qingming new rain was cold and miserable.
I don't know who is in the house, and the car to the grave is confused with tears.
Qingming Pregnant Mother
Han Xili (Xi'an)
Smoke and rain are misty and green, and peach decay swallow double return.
In front of the court, tongs and flowers are weeping, who will the child give the delicacies to?
Photography | Netizen mountain farmer Qinghai
Photography | Zhong Mengjie Xi'an Botanical Garden
Photography | Netizen Guo Lipeng
Photography | Netizen Tang Zhidan Ankang Hengkou
Qingming and his children and grandchildren sacrificed to the grave
Li Jiangcun (ShangLuo)
Then I went to the tomb of the ancestors of the Qingming Dynasty and drove for a hundred miles to meditate deeply.
Even if they are separated by three generations, the blood relationship is always close.
Gao Min (Hanzhong)
The paper kites flew upwards and looked west.
The water blocks the family mountain far away, and the smoke cage passenger road is long.
The empty nest looks forward to returning to Yan, and the old tomb is diverted from the dead.
Haruka offers three sake and fills the mouth with tears.
Qingming flower viewing
Li Yuehe (Sichuan)
The clouds open strangely on the green, and the flowers dance and shadow Tingting.
The near view is as light as a butterfly, and the distant view is as bright as a star.
Dotted with self-cherishing, it will be sighed and drifted.
Pulse acacia, how to endure the spring wind.
Qiao Shan asked Zu
Cheng Liangbao (Yan'an)
The imperial tomb towered into the clouds, praying to the Spring and Autumn.
The Nine-Five Divine Steps Pass ancestral hall, and Qianxun Old Bai knows The Heavenly Face.
The Dragon Soul Bell rings together with the Miao people, and the ritual text zhen Yu Huan.
The four seas are spread to the yellow vein, and the roots are here to Yangqiao Mountain.
Photography | Netizen Qilian Mountain Qujiang Lake edge
Photography | Netizen Liu Fen side cypress blossom
Photography | Netizen Wei Puhua posted a stemmed begonia
Qingming under the epidemic
Ren Guangmin (Baoji)
Outdoor warblers are less concerned, and the deep hidden bucket room is idle.
There are no departed people in front of the grave, and it is difficult to find a tree planter.
Every time I remember the beautiful scenery of the same tour, I also sadly sit alone and mistakenly.
But pray for the peace and early of the four fields, and the beautiful colors and clear lights fill the spring.
Qingming Festival thoughts of relatives
Song Zhaiping (Yulin)
Exotic long-lived in his hometown, remembering the high hall during the Qingming Festival.
Life is bumpy and rainy, and the years are difficult and snowy.
The land is poor and the beans are cultivated, and the oil lamps are thin and weak.
Jiayin xi reported to Tsubaki xuan and set sail to the upper level.
Qingming Festival Sacrifice mother (lone goose grid)
Yang Shuqin (Xianyang)
The recording has not been deleted for ten years, and Simu is sad like a cuckoo.
Tears gushed red apricot rain, dreaming of the same green poplar smoke.
The whistle of the bridge head is away from the sorrow, and the ripples on the river surface are not hanging.
Countless paper money flew at the intersection, but Xuantang was at the edge of the white clouds.
Partridge Day, Qingming Sweeping Tomb
Lei Junling (Xi'an)
The old Yangui Hall is soft and noisy, and the old trees in front of the door are competing for flowers first.
A small road is sad, and several lonely people are holding hands.
The monument is slowly caressed, and the soil is lightly clustered. Cuckoos cry blood hate every year.
Sadness is the most clear rain, turned into a ruin and does not disperse smoke.
Photography | Song Guang, Shaanxi Hancheng
Photography | Liu Xiao Xi'an Spring Tour
Photography | Netizen Wang Qinghui
A cut of plum Qingming mourns the father
Ren Chunqing (Yulin)
There is a hill full of basil. Before swallowing, it is difficult to stay if you want to raise.
Before he died, he often annoyed his daughter. First harsh, then gentle.
Worried about the father's sorrow. In the year of avoiding the epidemic, the world is full of worries.
Qingming rain sprinkled on the grave, fell to the sad, do not stop crying.
Partridge Day Qingming Festival Sacrifice
Lu Yaping (Yan'an)
Holding a flower basket in his hand, he walked slowly, and the tears fell after reading the altar text.
Heart incense one dynasty ancestors, tribute wine three cups of canonical emperor.
Drum horns, worship bridges, the same blood is family affection.
Although he is far away from his hometown, wangyue is still sangziming.
The waves and sands make it clear
Wu Xiaofeng (Yulin)
The wind is rushing and the grass is strong, the rain is cold and the clouds are low, and the Qingming Festival sweeps the road and is sparsely populated. Alone in grief but in pain, Du Yu cried bitterly.
Tears of affection are miserable, souls are broken, and the world's most bitter death and death are separated. All kinds of thoughts are lost, and they are dependent on each other in their dreams.
Butterfly love flowers Qingming
[Nan Xian Lu A letter] Qingming looked at the old photos of his father
Li Hongdi (Weinan)
A yellowish smile, a few brothers like Yue Shrugged. Fresh this eye pupil, several ancestors ruo Dai Chong. A few rural sounds are reminiscents, and how many styles remain in dreams. Tears heartfelt, eyes hazy, light gao xiang Mo forget the sect.
Photography | Netizen Cao Feng Yan'an refinery wing park
Photography | Netizen Mei Yifan's flowers bloomed wildly
Photography | Netizen Li Shiju
Zheng [Gong Sai Hongqiu] Qingming Festival early thanks to the spring flowers
Li Xiangqian (Weinan)
Still snubbed Liang Yuan, the eyes are full of Venus. The mountain does not know the thought of the scalper, and it is even more intestinal to think about it. The flowers under Luoyang City, qiu Weng sighed in the garden, and the teardrops were connected into a line.
【Double tone, Qingjiang introduction】Qingming
Guo Baoyu (Yulin)
The wind blows paper money butterflies flying wildly, and the fireworks drop tears. Send the ancestors of the villa to stay in a good room, sprinkle thin dionysus to make them know that they are innocent, and hope that both the yin and yang will not regret it.
【Shang Tune Wu Ye'er】
Suide Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery Qingming Public Festival (new rhyme)
Lei Caihong (Yulin)
Cang Songying, rationalizing the flow of water, solemnly looking back. Youth dedication, truth seeking, posterity praise, willow color new, heroic soul immortal.
【Yue tone little peach】Qingming
Zhong Fei (Yulin)
Affectionate drizzle falls on the mountains and rivers, and the banks of the yangliuqing river. Mo Lu ti basket tears broke, the steps faltered, acacia turned into a spring breeze chaos. Fu Bei hated the night, knelt down and swallowed, and there was nowhere to say before.
Photography | Netizen Hou Yanfang small watermelon
Photography | Netizen Wang Tao Tea Mountain, Chang'an Town, Pingli County, Ankang
Image source: Netizen contribution
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Review | Wu Hanxing
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