The ten ancient poems on the Qingming Festival include Du Mu's "Qingming", Han Yi's "Cold Food", Wu Weixin's "Qingming Events on Su Di", Yang Wanli's "Cold Food on the Tomb", and Zhang Ji's "Lvmen Events" , Cheng Hao's "Jiao Xing Ji Shi", Wei Yingwu "Remembering My Brothers on Qingming Day", Wang Yucheng "Qingming", Huang Tingjian "Qingming".
1. "Qingming" by Du Mu
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.
2. "Cold Food" by Han Yi
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.
3. Wu Weixin's "Qingming Festival on Su Di"
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and 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.
4. Yang Wanli's "Cold Food on the Tomb"
How fine is the straight man! 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 Sucao, 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.
5. Zhang Ji's "Lvmen Jishi"
The farmer recruits the boat to love the building, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green.
Trying to go to Wumen to have a look at the county, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
6. "A Walk in the Suburbs" by Cheng Hao
When you are walking in the green fields of Fangyuan, spring comes in 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.
7. Wei Yingwu's "Remembering My Brothers on the Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Socks that are cold and square are often sick, and the collar is open.
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 good friend Yan has to sit and spend this beautiful year.
8. Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
Six curved railings nestle against the green trees.
The willows are light in the wind, and the golden tung cinnamon is displayed.
Who moved the zither to the jade pillar, and the petrels flew through the curtain.
The eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins.
When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain.
The orioles talk gibberish while sleeping, and the good dreams are nowhere to be found.
9. Wang Yucheng's "Qingming Festival"
This is the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, and the mood is as low as a wild monk.
Yesterday the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
10. Huang Tingjian's "Qingming"
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 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.