1, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Tang Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Translation:
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.
Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day Yucheng, Wang Song
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Translation:
I lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, without seeing or drinking. This lonely and miserable life, like a monk in a barren mountain temple, seems lonely to me.
Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.
3. "Que Ta Zhi Qing Ming" Five Dynasties Feng Yansi
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror.
The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. Sleeping soundlessly, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found?
Translation:
The hero leans on the withered willow under the green trees, looks at the willow silk floating in the breeze, and suddenly finds that all the willow trees that were golden in winter have turned green. Who moved the goose column in Qin Zheng, making its tone so sad?
So that pairs of swallows flew out of the curtains in surprise. Looking around, there are falling flocs everywhere. When the red apricots bloom, the clear rain falls in an instant. When I woke up from a deep sleep, I was lazy and didn't talk. Where can I find a good dream that shocks my disability?
4, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Huang Song listens to the sword
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness 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.
Translation:
During the Qingming Festival, the spring rains are continuous, making the earth lush and the peaches and plums all over the world.
The wilderness of Noda is a graveyard for burying the dead. The dead are buried underground, which makes the living feel sad.
Spring thunder awakens everything, and the universe brings vitality to the earth. There is grass everywhere, and when I get home, I have to lie to my wife and concubines and brag about how he ate and drank at a friend's house where he was a high official, and how the host treated him warmly.
Meson pushes his unshakable ambition, which means holding a tree and burning it in Mianshan. Huang Tingjian thought of the dead in the wasteland from the bright flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different.
5, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Tang Meng Haoran
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
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.
Translation:
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green.
Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.