What are the famous ancient poems about Qingming Festival?

1. "Qingming" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.

Translation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle falls one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair. Ask the locals where to buy a drink to soothe their worries. The shepherd boy smiled without answering and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossoms.

2. Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty, "Gardening to Send Friends on Tomb-Sweeping Day"

Today is the Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the garden is a great place to be.

The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen.

Ducao opens three paths, and the article recalls two wise men.

When will you be able to drive with your life? Before the wine falls, the flowers will fall.

Translation: Today is Qingming Festival, and I am gathering with a few friends in the garden. The weather is sunny, and the warm spring breeze is blowing catkins flying. After the Qingming Festival, the light smoke of cooking fires slowly rises in people's kitchens. Du Ruo wrote a long poem, and the article reminded him of two wise men. When will I be able to die? Drink wine in front of the falling flowers.

3. "Qingming Festival on Su Di" by Wu Weixin in the Song Dynasty

The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.

At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.

Translation: When the wind blows the pear blossoms, it is the Qingming Festival, and most tourists go out for an outing in search of spring. At dusk, the music and singing have stopped, the tourists have returned, and the wandering orioles, which have been disturbed all day, return to the willow bushes to enjoy this quiet moment.

4. Song Dynasty Fan Chengda's "Lidu Road on Qingming Day"

It is raining with towels, and the wind is wearing a side hat.

The flowers are burning in the mountain scenery, and the willows are lying in the sound of the water.

The stone horse stands on the road, and the paper kite sings in the air.

After the people in the palace dispersed, the black bird was facing west and east.

Translation: The rain soaked the towel, my hair was messy, and my hat was blown askew by the wind. Flowers dyed the mountains and fields red, and willow branches lay on the water. Stone beasts stood on both sides of the road, and paper swirled in the air. After people left the tomb, the crows and birds became active and looked for food everywhere.

5. Zhang Ji's "Lumen Jishi" in the Tang Dynasty

The farmers recruited boats to chase the buildings, and the spring grass was green and the fields were green.

Trying to go to Wumen to have a look at the county, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.

Translation: The farmers who cultivated the land were all called to fight, and countless fields were left uncultivated and barren. During the Qingming Festival, if you try to climb up the city tower and look out over the countryside of the county, you will see that only a few houses are lighting up new smoke.

6. "A Walk in the Suburbs" by Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty

When walking in the green fields of Fangyuan, spring comes into the distant mountains and green surroundings.

Happiness rushes through the willow alley, and I sit on the moss rock near the running water.

Mo Ci drank a lot of wine and was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.

The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.

Translation: I enjoy traveling in the fields full of fragrant grass and flowers. The spring is in the distant mountains, and the surroundings are green and green. Take advantage of your interest to chase the fallen flowers flying in the wind through the swaying alleys of willow silk; when you feel sleepy, you will sit on the moss-covered stones by the stream to rest. Don't refuse this glass of wine and live up to your very sincere invitation to drink. I'm just afraid that the wind will blow the flowers and scatter them one by one. Besides, today is the Qingming Festival, and the weather is nice and sunny, so you may want to play as much as you want, but don’t forget to return after having fun.

7. "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.

The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform together.

Sitting in an empty hall and reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.

Translation: The annual Qingming Festival in Kyoto is here again, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of horse-drawn carriages rang loudly on the road, and the willow trees in the suburbs of Dongcheng were covered with greenery in the breeze. Falling flowers are flying, fragrant grasses are growing together, orioles are flying here and there, and pairs of butterflies are playing endlessly. Sitting alone in an empty hall, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and talking to comfort each other.

8. "Qingming" by Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty

After Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.

Yesterday the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.

Translation: Spend the Qingming Festival without flowers or wine, with the same desolate mood as a monk living in a mountain temple. Yesterday, I got some fresh fire from my neighbor. At dawn, I lit a lamp in front of the window and sat down to read.

9. "Qingming" by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty

On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.

Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.

People beg and sacrifice their arrogant concubines, and scholars burn to death unjust marquises.

The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.

Translation: During the Qingming Festival, red peach blossoms and plum blossoms bloom with smiles. The overgrown graves in the fields were desolate. The rolling spring thunder awakens the hibernating dragons, snakes and insects; the abundant spring rain moistens the wilderness and turns the vegetation green and soft. In ancient times, there were Qi people who went in and out of tombs to beg for sacrifices to show off to their wives and concubines. There were also cases where Jiezi refused to become an official and was burned to death. Whether he is a sage or a mediocre person, who will know after a thousand years? In the end, all that is left in the world is nothing but tangled weeds.

10. "Qingming Day" by Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty

In the fan painted by Qing'e, spring trees and tulips are red.

When you go out, you are exposed to the dew of flowers, and you return to the weak willow wind.

The horse is arrogant and avoids it, and the chicken is scared to open the cage.

Who sent out the zhetan? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.

Translation: In the early morning of Qingming Day, moths are flying and the colors are colorful, just like in the painting fan. The garden is full of peach trees, and peach blossoms and tulips are blooming, making the fields red. People went outing together excitedly. When they set out, they saw dew trembling on the petals of various colors. When they returned, they felt the breeze blowing through the willow silk.

The proud horses neighed beside the tent, and the chickens rushed out of the newly opened cages, squawking and looking for food everywhere.

I wonder who is firing missiles at birds? Orioles quickly flew into the courtyard across the wall and chirped on the roof, as if to say: People, please don't hurt us, don't destroy the harmony of nature!