Recite 5 poems that commemorate the martyrs during the Qingming Festival: "Qingming" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty, "Qingming" by Wang Yucheng in the Song Dynasty, "Qingming" by Huang Tingjian in the Song Dynasty, "The Qingming Festival" by Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty, "The Wind" by Wu Wenying in the Song Dynasty "Into the Pine".
1. "Qingming" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
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 drown your sorrows? The shepherd boy smiled without answering and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossoms.
2. "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.
3. "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 to tombs to beg for sacrificial food to show off to their wives and concubines, and there was also a Jie Zitui who 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.
4. "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.
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 around, 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.
5. "The Wind Enters the Pine" by Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty
Listen to the wind and rain during the Qingming Festival. The flower inscription of sorrow and grass. In front of the building, the green is dark and the road is divided, with a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness. The food is cold and spring is cold, and the wine is mixed with dawn dreams and the singing of orioles.
The West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoying the new sunshine. Wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope, and the delicate hands were fragrant at that time. The two mandarin ducks are melancholy, and moss grows on the quiet steps overnight.
Translation: Listening to the sound of the miserable wind and rain, I spent the Qingming Festival alone and lonely. After burying the fallen flowers everywhere, I drafted an inscription to bury them with great sadness. The place where I left in front of the building is now covered with dense green shade. Every strand of willow silk is entrusted with tenderness. In the chilly spring, I was drinking wine alone, hoping to reunite with my beautiful lady through my dreams, but I was awakened by the singing oriole again.
I send people to clean the pavilions and woods in the West Garden every day, but I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Xinqing. Bees frequently swarm on the swings you have swung on, and there are fragrant flowers on the ropes left by your delicate hands. How melancholy and sad I am, there is always no news from your beautiful figure. On the quiet empty steps, the moss that grew overnight has turned green.