Qingming Festival Si Yin (Tong Rhyme)
Wang Fuzhong
Two
The east wind and the green lake around the shore, the scenery of the countryside sound summons er also.
Colorful flowers and butterflies dance, warblers sing and willow swings.
Spring comes to the hearts of young and old, and winter goes to Feiyan to remember the old fate.
To ask the newcomer where to find, the fragrance has kissed the wanjiahuan.
Seven Absolute Three Knocks, Haruka Ancestors
Lena
It was raining again. This year's Qingming Festival, however, was plagued by the epidemic, which blocked the pace of returning to the hometown to visit the grave. I heard that the old tomb of the ancestors of the old family moved to the new tomb, and I could only worship the ancestors from afar.
One
Qingming rain washed away the dust, and ten thousand pear blossoms burst into tears.
Looking at the ancestors moving to the temple, after the epidemic, the tomb came.
Today, ascend to the homeland and pay tribute to the double pot of wine in the distant sky.
The epidemic prevented the heart from adding pain, and after the rain, Gantang burst into tears.
Three
In the spring of the season, the grass is long, and the tears are honored to the Nine Springs.
Remembering the enlightenment of the yellow child, yin and yang are separated by several years.
| literature and art are | for the people
Qingming rain
Tang Huaiwei
This flower is destroyed by the other, and the fragrance enters all the homes overnight.
Even if the green mountains are more solemn, they also make light veils on credit mist.
Butterfly Love Flower, Qingming Feeling Nostalgia (Feng Yanwei Body, The Fourth Rhyme of the Cilin)
Gao Hao
Peach and plum branches spring and vomit. A delicate bloom, people in Fang Fei's place.
There is no good situation in front of the good scene, and the heart hurts both parents.
It is difficult to reunite with the yin and yang. Gazing at the mountains, I choked on the silence.
Whether it is a new foundation in front of the cocoon, teardrops are three spring rains.
Literature and art for the people
Ancestor Worship of the Qingming Dynasty (TongYun)
Wu Liwen
The grass is green and the wind is blowing, and the cherry blossoms are blooming for the first time.
Brothers meet to worship their ancestors, and acacia pieces overflow with hearts.
Qingming Reminiscences Of Aunt (Tong Yun)
Wang mei
The yin and yang have been separated for decades, and the whispering warbler is between the ears.
Now that I am clear and worried, I don't know who has added new soil?
Seven Absolutes and Qingming
Nie Lanjun
The fields are like a fairyland of flowers, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful and shining with spring light.
The fresh scenery is intoxicating, and the beautiful birds fly the grass and trees.
Qingming Night Dream (Ping shui rhyme)
Chen Xianglai
Sleeping and sleeping, He Duan's heart hurt himself.
Tears flowed from the roots of the eyes, and the soaked pillow towel was cool.
It is difficult to sleep and sit in a cloak, and the intestines are inexplicably broken.
Father Rong returned to the dream, still favoring Wu Xunlang.
Qingming Festival Sweep (Tong Rhyme)
Wang Zhongliang
Now Qingming was full of tears, and pear blossoms brought rain to the graveyard.
The green smoke went straight up into the cloud dance, and I didn't see my mother calling me obedient.
Cold food returns to the hometown to worship the ancestors
Chen Xiangfu
The trail wind sweeps the blue sky, and the cypress is like smoke during the Qingming Season.
The township is full of sorrow and loneliness, and the spring grass is lonely and gloomy.
Cold Food Homecoming Ancestor Worship (New Rhyme)
How many Chunhui dreams, who has passed on the story?
The nostalgia is just like the flowing water in the west, thousands of miles all the way to the sea and the sky.
Clear on the forest
Zhao Weihua
There are a few cypress willows in the forest, and the green smoke and young grass grow around it.
Who is devout in the sacrifice, can there be immortal food points?
Note: Forest refers to cemeteries.
Remembering the martyrs
Wang Cunsheng
Yellow flowers bloom with tears, and everywhere new greens are silent.
The wisps of loyal souls are not far away, and the memory is passed on to the future.
It rained on this day
Shadow flute
It doesn't have to rain on this day
But the tears of longing are more, and they become rain
The willow branch standing on the lintel
Put up a pergola in your hand, and look at the eyes to wear it and do not see the deceased return
Or in the call of the cuckoo
Seed melon of planting melons, seeds of beans
And I only had to dig out the cross streets of a foreign land
Sow deep repentance
The peach blossoms bloom and the apricot blossoms fall
Written in the year of Nongyin Qingming
Editor: Web Photo: Web Contributor: [email protected]