1, Qingming Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
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. Ask the local people where to buy wine to relieve the hangover. The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossom.
2, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Yu Wang (Song Dynasty)
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.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine, Xiao Suo's interest is like that of a monk in a temple in Shan Ye. Yesterday, he asked his neighbor for a new fire. At dawn, he lit a lamp in front of the window and sat down to study.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
In the festive season, peaches and plums smile, and there are only thunder and earth-shattering dragon and snake mats on Noda's wasteland. The original vegetation in the suburbs is 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.
During the Qingming Festival, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and Li Bai smiles like a flower. The graves covered with weeds in the fields are desolate, and the spring thunder is rolling, which wakes up the hibernating dragons and snakes; Abundant spring rains moisten the countryside and make the vegetation soft and green. In ancient times, some people went to the grave to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death. Sage or mediocrity, who knows in a thousand years? The last thing left in the world is weeds everywhere.