Cold food festival is one or two days before Qingming Festival. Cold food festival is one of the traditional festivals in China. It has been spread for more than 2000 years in China and is the largest Memorial Day among Chinese people. Today, let's learn about the ancient poems and verses about the cold food festival, and let's feel the charm of our traditional culture!
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Where are the clouds going in a few days
Feng Yansi in the Five Dynasties
Where are the clouds going in a few days? Forget to come back, not to say that spring will be late. A hundred grasses and a thousand flowers cold food Road, whose tree is the fragrant car tied to?
The tearful eyes lean on the floor and whisper frequently. When the two swallows come, will they meet in the street? The spring worries are like catkins, and there is no place in the dream. (yiyizuo: youyou)
2. Cold food
Tang & middot; Han Hong
There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food makes the willows slant.
At dusk, the Han Palace passed candles and light smoke came into the house of the five marquis.
3. Huanxi sand
Li Qingzhao
Light spring, cold food day. The water in the jade stove curls the residual smoke. Dream back to the mountain pillow hidden flower Dian.
Haiyan future people fight grass, Jiangmei has passed willow. The evening drizzles the swing.
4. Cold food books
Zhao Yuanzhen
In the lonely chaimen village, I also teach to insert willows to record my life.
The ban on smoking did not reach the people's Republic of Guangdong, and Shangzhong also brought Pang's hometown.
There is no wheat rice in the Tang Mausoleum of the Han Dynasty, and there are pear flowers in the mountain streams.
A bottle of path home moss lying, never mind the city play dusk.
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5. Flower arrangement
Shao Yong
The flowers on the head shine on the wine, and there are good flowers in the wine.
After two Taiping days, we can see the heyday of the four dynasties.
Kuang Fu's muscles and bones are thick and healthy.
Wine Han Flower Shadow red Guangliu, fight for bear flower not drunk back.
6. Cold food
Meng Yunqing
In February, the south of the Yangtze River is full of flowers, and the cold food in other places is far from sad.
Poor people often live without fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
7. He Ziyou cold food
Su Shi
The cold food is dark in February this year, and the forest is deep and green, and the smoke has grown.
Who can borrow the beautiful horses around the city? It's convenient to be famous everywhere.
However, there is no need to edit the poems with occasional titles.
Suddenly I heard the cry of Beijing, who was on the river to control the wasteland.
8. Cold food on the way
song zhiwen
It's cold food right away. It's late spring on the way.
Poor jiangpuwang, no Luoqiao people.
North Pole huaiming Lord, Nanming as a courtier.
At the heartbreak of my hometown, willows are new day and night.
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9. Hanshi Shangzhong
Yang Wanli
How can I help you when the bridge is in danger?
Distant mountain maple outside light, broken house wheat edge alone.
The spring breeze of the old grasses, the spring breeze of the new fields.
Pear since cold food, into the festival only worry about more than.
10. Ren Xu's works of Qingming
Qu Dajun
Light cold in the morning, Yin in the evening, and deep spring in sorrow.
The falling flowers have tears, because of the wind and rain, the singing birds are merciless since ancient times.
The old country is a dream, and the Chinese characters are lost.
There is no place for dragons and snakes, and the cold food is a kind of hospitality every year.
11. Cold food day
Zhang Youzheng
At the beginning, you can laugh and feel pity again. There are three paths of moss and a fishing boat.
I'm so ashamed that I don't know if there is no smoke in the kitchen for a long time.
12. Cold food post
Su Shi
One said: 'I've been in Huangzhou for three years. I want to cherish spring every year, but I can't. This year, it's rainy again, and autumn is bleak in February. Lie and smell Begonia flower, muddy swallow branch snow. It's powerful to steal the burden in the middle of the night. He Shu is a young man with a white beard. '
Second: "the spring river is about to enter the house, and the rain is coming. The cottage is like a fishing boat in the misty clouds. Cook cold dishes in an empty pan and burn wet reeds in a broken stove. I know it's cold food, but I see black paper. The Royal gate is nine deep, and the tomb is ten thousand li. I also want to cry because I have no way to go.
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13. Magnolia
Zhang Xian in Song Dynasty
Wuerjing is the dragon's head, and the female swims on the bamboo pole and swing. When Fangzhou picks up the green and forgets to go home, xiuye's outing is uncertain.
After the clouds are gone, it's dark in the remote mountain, and the Shengge pool is still. The moon in the atrium is clear and bright, and countless poplars have passed without shadow.
14. Cold food
Zhang Zhe in Song Dynasty
The place is remote and the people are rare. The eaves are empty and the swallows never pass.
Qingchou poetry wine less, cold food rain wind more.
The name is fishing coir because of farm tools.
Don't be afraid to change the season, but be safe.