Poems about the Qingming Festival 1
Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Ching Ming Festival by Huang Tingjian
During the Qing Ming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, but the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg and offer sacrifices to others
Arrogant concubines, scholars willing to burn their hearts and unjust marquises.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Cold Food Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the Wuhou’s house.
Cold food on the way Song Zhiwen
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way. It's a pity that when I look at Jiangpu, I can't see anyone from Luoqiao.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister of exile. In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
Qingming Festival Qu You
The pear blossoms and snow fall in the wind, and the garden is full of snow. This year is another Qingming Festival.
The hairspring reaches the ground without any intention, and the fragrant grass reaches the sky as if it is sentimental.
The whole courtyard is full of dawn smoke and the whispers of swallows are heard, and the clear sun shines on the silkworms in half of the windows.
There is a swing in the famous garden, and the willow silk is facing the east wind today.
Ching Ming Dynasty Chen Zilong
In the misty rain painting screen in the south of the Yangtze River, the half-mirror slanted window is made of red.
The swallows do not come back to the pavilion, and the willow silk will face the east wind today.
Renxu Qingming Composition by Qu Dajun
The morning is light and cold, the evening is cloudy, and I feel the depth of spring in my sorrow.
Falling flowers have tears due to wind and rain, and birds have cried ruthlessly since ancient times.
The country is in a dream, and Chinese figures are disappearing.
The dragon and the snake have gone home from all over the world, and the cold food year after year makes the guests feel sad. Poems about the Qingming Festival 2
"Qingming"
(Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
Spending the Qingming Festival 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 shared it with him for reading.
"The Qingming Festival on Su Di"
(Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles.
"Cold Food on the Tomb"
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How fine is Jing Zhifu! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest when entering the festival.
Tang Luoyin
You and Tian Su have been on an old trip, and I am also prepared for our relationship.
I have been isolated under the Yellow Spring for two years, and the water is desolate every day.
The gulls seem to be able to control physics, and the apricot blossoms are full of doubts and sorrows.
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. The widowed wife and young child should eat cold food, looking at Jiangling from a distance, tears streaming down their cheeks.
Qingming is the event
Tang Meng Haoran
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.
Sitting in an empty hall and reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Qingming
Sun Changyin of Tang Dynasty
In the late spring of Qingming, I looked at the northern mountain frontier.
The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches.
Shen Ming is ashamed of his new year's things, and prevents his friends from having a feast.
Not as good as the birds in the forest, they move around and feather their feathers.
Remembering my brothers on the Qingming Day
Tang Wei Yingwu
Cold food is a recipe for many illnesses, and I feel nervous when I open my lapel.
Finally, I miss my old county, and the fireworks fill Qingchuan.
The apricot porridge is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate that my dear dear Yan has to sit and spend this beautiful year.
Ching Ming Festival in Chang'an
Weizhuang in Tang Dynasty
Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but they can make the grass more vigorous.
The internal officials first gave the Qingming fire, and the prime minister divided the money among them.
The purple streets are hissing and the reds are screaming, and the green poplars are high and reflect the swings.
Visitors remember the peaceful things and secretly rejoice that the scenery is like the past.
Qingming Day
Tang Wen Tingyun
In the fan painted by Qing'e, the spring trees are red with tulips.
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 sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.
Having a banquet with Hu Langzhong in Jinzhou at the Yuxi Pavilion on Qingming Day
"A trip to the suburbs"
(Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
The content comes from success
The green grass and green fields are doing whatever they want, and spring comes into the distant mountains and green surroundings;
The rising and falling reds pass through the willow alleys, and the flowing water sits on the moss rocks;
< p> Don't drink a cup of wine to persuade me, just for fear that the wind will turn the flowers red;The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Send off Chen Xiucai and visit his grave on the sand"
(Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi
"My clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos."
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many children and grandchildren are there on the graves?
"Qingjiang Yin, a trip on Qingming Day"
(Ming Dynasty) Wang Pan
Asking where is the best place to ban smoking in Xilou?
Green and sunny road.
The horses neighed through the willows, and the people leaned on the swings and laughed.
Teacher Tan Yinghua fell drunk in spring.
Ching Ming Day
Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
They all went away with their wine to seek fragrance, while I closed the door alone and slept quietly.
Only the Yanghua seems to be looking for each other, and returns to the bed when the wind blows.
Reminiscing about the Qingming Night in Lake Temple
Li Qunyu of the Tang Dynasty
The fragrance of flowers in the dark willows makes me sleepless, and I think about the danger alone.
The wild clouds carry the rain across the moon, and the sandbirds fly far into the sky with their voices.
For a long time, I have left my brothers and sisters to hunger and cold, and I remember reunion every time.
We will have cold wine and dinner next year, but we haven’t decided where to go in Pingpeng.
Climb the city and look out after the Qingming Festival
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
Scenery After the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains look out in front of you.
Hundreds of flowers are as old as before, and new smoke is coming out of thousands of wells.
There is no open space in the color of grass, and the river flows into the distant sky.
Where is Chang'an? It points to the sunset.
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"Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
< p>It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival,Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"Cold Food on the Way" (Tang Dynasty) Song Zhiwen
Cold food is about to happen, and it is late spring on the way. It's a pity that when I look at Jiangpu, I can't see anyone from Luoqiao. The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Sea is the minister of exile. In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
"Cold Food" (Tang Dynasty) Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
"The Lumen Jishi" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
The farmers recruited love boats, and the spring grass was green and thousands of fields; they tried to go to Wumen to get a glimpse of the county, and there were several places in Qingming New smoke.
"Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Wang Yu
Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
"The Qingming Festival at Su Di" (Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Cold Food Going to the Tomb" (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How detailed is Jian Zhifu! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it. The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is no new scenery. Pear blossoms are eaten in the cold, and they only worry about the rest during the festival.
"A Walk in the Suburbs" (Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
Walk freely in the green grass and green fields, spring enters the distant mountains and is surrounded by green; Moss Island: Don’t drink a cup of wine. I’m afraid the wind will turn the flowers red. It’s a fine weather on the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Qingming" (Southern Song Dynasty) Gao Zhu
There are many tombs on the mountain tops in the north and south, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into hundreds of butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. How can a drop of it reach the nine springs?
"Send off Chen Xiucai and return to his hometown to visit his grave" (Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi
It is sad to return home after the chaos, full of blood, tears and dust. After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves are there descendants?
"Qingjiang Yin Qingming Day Tour" (Ming Dynasty) Wang Pan
I want to ask where is the best place to ban smoking in Xilou? Luye Qingtian said. Horses neighed through willows, people leaned on swings and laughed, and Mr. Yinghua fell drunk in spring.
"The Qingming Festival in Chang'an" (Tang Dynasty) Gu Feixiong
In the Ming Dynasty, when the emperor encountered the Qingming Festival, he also chased tourists out of the forbidden city. The fragrant oriole sings in Jiumo, and the rain begins to clear for thousands of cars and horses.
Today is the first time for guests to visit. I feel sad and tired of this life. Who is the master of the spring scenery in the coming year? It is unbearable to be haggard and even less successful.
"Send a Friend in the Garden on Tomb-Sweeping Day" (Tang Dynasty) Jia Dao
Today is the Qingming Festival, and the garden is a happy place. The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen.
Ducao opens three paths, and the article recalls two sages. When will I be able to live my life? Before the wine falls and the flowers fall.
《Visiting Yuli with Friends on Qingming Day》 (Tang Dynasty) Laihu
I spent several nights in the spring mountains chasing Lu Lang, and the Qingming Festival was full of smoke. The bow of the boat slips through the fine watercourses when returning, and the lingering flowers are drunk and the teeth are fragrant.
The wind is blowing fiercely, the clouds are drifting across the wild fields, and the rain is leaving the fields and the water is falling into the square pond. After chanting unbearably, I looked back east, hearing the sound of frogs in my ears as the sun set.
"Luoyang Qingming Riyuji" (Tang Dynasty) Li Zhengfeng
The dawn will be clear tomorrow, and the night will be rainy. There are still fireworks in thousands of gates, and there is no dust in nine streets.
The wine-green river bridge is in spring, and the palace is idle at noon. Tourists fall in love with the fragrant grass, but half offend the strict city drum.
"The sky has neon clothes" Qingming poem (contemporary) Liu Xiaofeng (Liu Zhou)
One: The haggard grave is covered with dirt, and it looks like a relative when you see it; after thousands of years of wandering, this thing hurts the most Love
(Note: Bingzi, 1996, the year of Bingzi. Comment: Anyone who has read this poem before visiting the grave of a relative will definitely recall this poem).
Second: Bingzi Qingming Festival: peach blossoms are pink and apricot blossoms are white, and the rain is hitting the branches and trees in bloom; the faces of pedestrians are quietly falling down, and several graves are crying.
(Commentary: This The poem begins with a description of the scene, expressing emotions through the scenery. First, it writes about the delicate and beautiful peach and apricot flowers, then it writes about the wind and rain beating on the flower branches, and then it writes about the raindrops or tears falling quietly from the faces of passers-by. At this time, sad cries suddenly came from several graves not far away. This is a scene of visiting graves during the Qingming Festival full of life. There is a slight sadness in it, which makes people admire the beauty of life. Ordinariness and the greatness of human reproduction)
Third: Xin Ji Qingming: God is the most ruthless and has no pity for the filial piety of human beings; for the sake of earning a small fortune, he sheds tears and endures the Qingming rain.
(Note: Xinsi: the year of Xinsi in 20xx. Xiaoke: The author is humble. Comment: Reading this poem, it seems that the rain during the Qingming Festival is all made of the tears of a filial son. The rain blends with the tears, and the tears make the rain cold. . The rain is falling one after another. Isn’t it the heart of a filial son that is weeping? )
Fourth: When the wind blows my grandmother, it rains, and when the rain hits my grandmother, she sheds tears every year. , a Mose man in front of Suisui's grave.
Fifth: Yin and Yang have no way to communicate with each other, find the way and visit the grave during the Qingming Festival; a few tears and paper money turn into paper money, there is little water and wine, and no one is seen.
Sixth: The grass on the side of the road is growing budding, and the little fresh green is withered and yellow. Even if there is no rain, I still shed tears. Grandma’s grave is next to the clouds.
Seventh: The soil on the tomb is old and new, and the vegetation in front of the tomb is withered and green; the sound and appearance should be here underground, buried in the yellow dust for many springs. Poems about Qingming Festival 3
Qingming Festival couplets:
The spring breeze blows heavily; I miss my loved ones even more during the festival.
Swallows come at the Spring Society; pear blossoms lag behind at the Qingming Festival.
In March, the locust trees and the fire change; the second news is known by the apricot blossoms.
When we meet, there is a rain of peach blossoms; I am delighted to see the apricot blossoms in front of the tree.
The cool breeze and bright moon are priceless; everything near the water and the distant mountains is sentimental.
The locust trees are replaced by the light of spring; the disappearance of apricot flowers is revealed by the rain.
When I see things and miss my relatives, I often dream; the words are in my ears but still in my heart.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the scenery is good; the moon and stars are few and far between.
The tombs of ancestors are visited every year; the tradition of elders is still present everywhere.
The fire ban falls early this year; who is busy in Feihua Town?
Cold food and rain spread for one hundred and five days; flowers and trade winds come for twenty-four springs.
The spring breeze has lifted thousands of layers of snow; future generations will never forget the kindness of our ancestors.
Having a deep understanding of the endless flowing water and the eternal hatred of the setting sun;
The setting sun in the spring breeze makes everyone think about the fallen flowers and how sad they are in the dying day
Poems about Qingming Festival
"Qingming"
(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"Cold Food on the Way"
(Tang Dynasty) Song Zhiwen
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way. It's a pity that when I look at Jiangpu, I can't see anyone from Luoqiao.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister of exile. In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
"Cold Food"
(Tang Dynasty) Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of cold food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the Wuhou’s house.
"The Lumen's Matter"
(Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
The farmer recruited the boat to love the building, and the spring grass was green and there were thousands of fields;
< p> Try to go to Wumen to have a look at the county. There is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival."Qingming"
(Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine will make you feel like a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
"The Qingming Festival on Su Di"
(Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles.
"Cold Food on the Tomb"
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How fine is Jing Zhifu! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest when entering the festival.
"Walking in the Suburbs"
(Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
Walking freely in the green grass and green fields, spring comes into the distant mountains and green surroundings;
< p> The red flowers are flowing through the willow alleys, because the flowing water is sitting on the moss;I don’t want to drink a lot of wine, but I am afraid that the wind will turn the flowers red;
It is a good weather during the Qingming Festival , you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Send off Chen Xiucai and visit his grave on the sand"
(Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi
"My clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos."
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many children and grandchildren are there on the graves?
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Walking alone around the corridor, I rested, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
On Qingming Day, I went to Laojun Pavilion to look at Luocheng and presented a gift to Taoist Han
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
On Qingming Day, the scenery and fireworks were beautiful, and the city was filled with songs, sorrows and joys.
Why not follow Dongluoshui? Whose family will be buried in Beimang Mountain.
There are endless carriages and horses on the middle bridge, and there is no idle time for boats and sailing on the lower bridge.
The tombs are crowded with people, and Liaodong is disappointed to see the cranes fly back.
Watching prostitutes dancing and listening to guest poems on the Qingming Festival
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Watching the dancers are like jade, and listening to the poems are like gold.
Qiluo smiles from Xu, and the strings and instruments may sing.
It’s a pity that the spring breeze is old and the wine cup is too deep. Poems about the Qingming Festival 4
1. "Climbing the City and Looking at the City after the Qingming Festival" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Changqing
The scenery after the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains look out. The flowers are as old as before, and new smoke is coming out of thousands of wells. There is no open space in the color of grass, and the river flows into the distant sky. Where is Chang'an? It points to the sunset.
2. "Cold Food on the Way" (Tang Dynasty) Song Zhiwen
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way. It's a pity that when I look at Jiangpu, I can't see anyone from Luoqiao. The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Sea is the minister of exile. In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
3. "Cold Food" (Tang Dynasty) Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
4. "The Lumen Jishi" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
The farmer recruits the love boat, the spring grass is green and thousands of fields; try to go to Wumen to see the county and Guo, the Qingming Festival There is new smoke everywhere.
5. "Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Wang Yu
Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
6. "The Qingming Festival at Su Di" (Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
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. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
7. "Cold Food on the Tomb" (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How can a straight man be careful? Can the bridge be in danger without help? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the broken house is lonely beside the wheat. The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is no new scenery. Pear blossoms are eaten in the cold, and they only worry about the rest during the festival.
8. "A Walk in the Suburbs" (Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
Walking freely in the green grass and green fields, spring enters the distant mountains and is surrounded by green; Sitting on the moss on the flowing water, don't drink a cup of wine to persuade me, just for fear that the wind will turn the flowers red; the weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well go out and don't forget to return home.
9. "Qingming" (Southern Song Dynasty) Gao Zhu
There are many tombs on the mountain tops in the north and south, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk, but one drop has never reached Jiuquan!
10. "Send off Chen Xiucai and return to the sand to visit the tomb" (Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi
Clothes full of blood, tears and dust, chaotic It is also sad to return home later. After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves are there descendants?
11. "Qingjiang Yin Qingming Day Tour" (Ming Dynasty) Wang Pan
Asking where is the best place to ban smoking in the west building? Green Ye Qingtian said. Horses neighed through willows, people leaned on swings and laughed, and Mr. Yinghua fell drunk in spring.
12. "The Qingming Festival in Chang'an" (Tang Dynasty) Gu Feixiong
When the emperor encountered the Qingming Festival in the Ming Dynasty, he also chased tourists out of the forbidden city. The fragrant oriole sings in Jiumo, and the rain begins to clear for thousands of cars and horses.
Today is the first time for guests to visit. I feel sad and tired of this life. Who is the master of the spring scenery in the coming year? It is unbearable to be haggard and even less successful.
13. "Sending Friends in the Garden on Tomb-Sweeping Day" (Tang Dynasty) Jia Dao
Today is the Qingming Festival, and the garden is a great event. The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen.
Ducao opens three paths, and the article recalls two sages. When will I be able to live my life? Before the wine falls and the flowers fall.
14. "Visiting Yuli with Friends on Qingming Day" (Tang Dynasty) Laihu
I spent several nights in the spring mountains chasing Lu Lang, and the Qingming Festival was full of smoke. The bow of the boat slips through the fine watercourses as it returns, and the lingering flowers are drunk and the teeth are fragrant.
The wind is blowing fiercely, the clouds are drifting across the wild fields, and the rain is leaving the fields and the water is falling into the square pond. After chanting unbearably, I looked back east, hearing the sound of frogs in my ears as the sun set.
15. "Luoyang Qingming Riyu Ji" (Tang Dynasty) Li Zhengfeng
The dawn will be clear tomorrow, and the night will be rainy. There are still fireworks in thousands of gates, and there is no dust in nine streets.
The wine-green river bridge is spring, and the palace is idle at noon. Tourists fall in love with the fragrant grass, but half offend the strict city drum.
16. "Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild graves only give birth to sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
17. "Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Gao Zhu
There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.
Eighteen. "Jiangnan Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Zheng Zhun
In the four years of Wushan Chuyi, his appearance changed every time he saw Qingming. The wind blows all night long, and the time changes with the wine. Climbing flowers outside Yanxing Gate to bid farewell, Caishi River head brings rain. What is the purpose of infinite return? There are many armors on the roadside.
19. "On Qingming Day from Xiwu Bridge to Guayan Village, I am pregnant" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
The rain in Longmen in the late morning and the wind in Ruxue in spring. Birds are chirping, the road is quiet, and flowers are ruining the sky. Mingyu is ashamed of his generation and imitates the old man in hanging silk. The old tourists have disappeared, and I feel melancholy in the east of Luocheng.
20. "A Banquet at the Rain West Pavilion with the Hu Langzhong of Jinzhou on Qingming Day" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
A new fire is opened in the county, and the rain is clear in Gaozhai. Cherish the flowers and invite guests to enjoy them, and encourage wine to encourage singing. ***Drunk and moved to the fragrant banquet, leaving the joy to close the twilight city. When politics is idle, there will be banquets, and when the piano is built, there will be distant feelings.
21. "Qingming Day" (Tang Dynasty) Wen Tingyun
In the fan painted by Qing'e, the spring trees are red with tulips. It goes out of the flower dew and returns to the weak willow wind. The arrogant horse avoids the situation, and the chicken is frightened and is released from the coop. Who sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.
Twenty-two, "Chang'an Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Wei Zhuang
Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but they can make the grass more vigorous. The internal officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the prime minister distributed the money in vain. The purple streets are hissing and the red are shouting, and the green poplars are high and reflect the swing. Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery looks like it did in the past.
23. "Remembering My Brothers on the Qingming Day" (Tang Dynasty) Wei Yingwu
Cold food is prone to many diseases, and it is easy to open the collar. Finally, I miss my old county, and the fireworks fill Qingchuan. The apricot porridge is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried. I just hate that my dear, dear Yan, has to sit and spend these beautiful years.
Twenty-four, "Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Sun Changyin
In the late spring of Qingming, I looked at the northern mountain frontier. The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches. Shen Ming is ashamed of the old things, and prevents his friends from having a feast. Not as good as the birds in the forest, they move around and feather their feathers.
Twenty-five "The Qingming Festival" (Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows. Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies fly. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
26. "Walking with Friends on the Qingming River on the Qingming Festival" (Tang Dynasty) Luo Yin
You and Tian Su are on an old trip, and I am also prepared for our relationship. For two years, I was isolated under the Yellow Spring, and the water was desolate every day. The gulls seem to be able to control physics, and the apricot blossoms accompany people with sorrow. Widowed wives and young children should eat cold food and shed tears when looking at Jiangling in the distance.
Twenty-seven. "Qingming" (Modern) Yao Shenfeng
In the spring season, warm flowers bloom, and Qingming is approaching and drizzle comes. The scenery all over the mountain is dripping with water, and I don’t know how many times I have wandered back home.
Twenty-eight, "Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
Spending Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
Twenty-nine, "The Qingming Festival at Su Di" (Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The wind blows from the pear blossoms during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
Thirty. "Cold Food on the Grave" (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How can a straight man be careful? Can the bridge be in danger without help? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the broken house is lonely beside the wheat. The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is no new scenery. Pear blossoms are eaten in the cold, and they only worry about the rest during the festival.
Thirty-one, "Qingming Day" (Tang Dynasty) Li Jianxun
He all went away with wine to seek fragrance, while I closed the door alone and slept quietly. Only the poplar flowers seem to be looking for each other, and they return to the bed when the wind blows.
Thirty-two, "Reminiscences on the Qingming Night in Lake Temple" (Tang Dynasty) Li Qunyu
The fragrance of flowers in the dark willows makes me sleepless, and I think about the danger alone. The wild clouds carry the rain across the moon, and the sandbirds fly far into the sky with their voices. For a long time, I have abandoned my brothers and sisters to hunger and cold, and we always remember our reunion because of the season. There will be a feast and cold wine next year, but we haven’t decided where to go in Pingpeng.
Thirty-three, "Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. Poems about the Qingming Festival 5
The Qingming Festival falls around April 5th in the Gregorian calendar and is one of the twenty-four solar terms. Among the twenty-four solar terms, only Qingming is both a solar term and a festival.
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Wan Qiyong
Original text:
See the pear blossom with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonia half with the morning rain . In the spring of the inner garden, you can't help but pass through Qingmen, and the Yugou rises and dives into Nanpu. The east wind is calm, and the thin willows are hanging with golden threads. Looking at Fengque, there is neither smoke nor fog. In good times, the government and the public are happy, and the flute and drum are played all over Jiumo and Taiping.
At first, the orioles chirped intermittently, and the swallows flew around. Near the green water, the pavilion reflects the swing, there are grass fights and pairs of girls swimming. The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cold for an outing. Will know secretly, young Tao Zhuhu. Towards the end of the night, the horse has a carved saddle, the lapel is drunk, and the flowers are flying.
It is slightly cold, slightly warm, and always leaking, half cloudy and half clear, clouds are twilight. It's a fire-forbidden day, it's time to try out new makeup, and you're at your prime. During the Qingming Festival, wax torches are passed around the Han Palace. Green smoke scatters and flies into Huai Mansion. The soldiers and guards were gathered, the doors were opened, the propaganda was spread, and the duties were rested. Poems about the Qingming Festival 6
Qingming
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
Cold food on the way
Questions about the Tang and Song Dynasties
Cold food is about to happen, and it is late spring on the way.
Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister of exile.
The broken heart of my hometown is filled with new willow branches day and night.
Cold Food
Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty
Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the Wuhou’s house.
The affairs of the Lumen
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The farmer recruits the love boat, the spring grass is green and the fields are green;
Try it When Wumen peeked into the county, there was new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties", also left a famous poem describing the Qingming Festival for future generations: When I was outing in the southern country in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and I could hear the neighing of horses. Green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly as the day goes by.
Qingming Festival
Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves are filled with sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside. ”
Qingming
Yu Qiao, King of the Song Dynasty
Spending Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor begged New fire, the dawn window is divided into reading lamps
Su Di’s Qingming Festival
Wu Weixin of the Song Dynasty
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is half out of the city in search of spring. .
At dusk, the singing and singing are gone.
Cold food goes to the tomb.
Song Yang Wanli
He Zhifu Fine! Is the bridge in danger without help?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely.
< p> Pear blossoms have been eating since the cold, and they are only worried about the festival.Traveling in the suburbs
Song Chenghao
Walking freely in the green grass and green fields, spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings. ;
The red flowers are flowing through the willow alleys, because the flowing water is sitting on the moss;
Don’t drink too much wine, just for fear that the wind will turn the flowers red;
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well not forget to return home after traveling.
Send Chen Xiucai back to the sand to visit his grave
Song Gaoqi
His clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is also sad to return home after the chaos.
After the wind and rain, the pear flowers and the cold food, how many descendants are there?
Qingjiang Yin·Qingming Day Trip
Ming Wang Pan< /p>
Asking where is the best place to ban smoking in the west building?
Green field and clear sky.
Horses neigh through willows.
People lean on the swing and laugh.
Teacher Tan Yinghua is drunk in spring. Poems about Qingming Festival 7
Qingming Day
Wen Tingyun
Qing'e's painting fan. In the middle, the spring trees are full of red flowers and dew, and the weak willow wind blows away. Who sent the bomb, oriole separated from the Forbidden City?
Qingming is about to happen
Meng Haoran
People in the emperor are worried about themselves.
The car sounds on the road, the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grass are growing together.
Sitting in the empty hall, drinking tea and getting drunk.
Qingming Night
Bai Juyi
On a Qingming night with a good wind and a dim moon, the governor of the imperial palace built a red pavilion and walked alone around the corridor to rest and listen in the distance. The stringed instrument looks at the flowers in the dark.
Dielianhua
Li Yu
Gao leisurely strolls in the distant night pavilion.
It’s just past Qingming Festival, and I gradually feel the sadness of spring.
The sound of rain and the wind lingered, and the hazy moon and clouds came and went.
The peaches and plums are fragrant and dark.
Who is on the swing, smiling and whispering.
There are thousands of emotions in a heart, and there is no place to arrange it in this world.