-Du Fu's "Small Cold Food in the Boat" 2) Desperate Spring Cold Food Day. -Li Qingzhao, "Huanxisha? 3) Pear blossoms rose at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, and wanderers went out of the city in search of spring.
-Wu Weixin's "Qingming is a thing in Su Causeway" 4) The moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers have passed without a shadow. -Zhang Xian's Magnolia? Mao Yi Xing Wu's eyes are full of gauze and falling flocs. When the red apricots are in full bloom, it will suddenly rain.
-Feng Yansi's "Step on the Magpie"? 6) It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's Qingming 7) Cold food in the Ming Dynasty is another spring.
-Gu Taiqing, "Linjiang Xian? Tomb-Sweeping Day planted begonia the day before. 8) Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's "Qingming" 9) The spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is Dongfeng Liuxie.
-Han Yi's Cold Food 10) When Yanzi came to Xinhua News Agency, pear flower falls was behind Tomb-Sweeping Day. -Yan Shu, "Broken? Spring scenery 1 1) Emperor Li emphasized Qingming, and people worry about themselves.
-Meng Haoran's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival 12) White Grass Hua Qian Cold Food Road, whose tree is the car? -Feng Yansi's "Step on the Magpie"? Where will the cloud go in a few days? (13) Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror.
-Feng Yansi's "Step on the Magpie"? Tomb-Sweeping Day (14) three thousands of feet long sad, fifty years of spring dream. -George, "Laurel Medal? The guest window is clear "15). After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable.
-Su Shi, "Looking at Jiangnan? Transcendental works (16) think of hops, Ling Du cold grass food. -Wei's "Cold Food for Brothers" 17) Who wants to go to the levee, spring mud is half a flower.
-Gong Dou's "Xiangyang Cold Food Sent to Yu Wenji" 18) A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine spirit. -Meng Haoran's "A Banquet at Taoist Mei's House" 19) The old garden is heartbroken, and wicker is new day and night.
-Song's "On the way to cold food, Huangmei Linjiang posted a green capacity" 20) Try to visit Guo in Wumen County, and there are new cigarettes in Qingming. -Zhang Ji's "Lumen is a thing" 2 1) I was on the bed in the forest, mourning that spring was coming to an end and lifted a curtain on the flower path.
-Meng Haoran's "A Banquet at the Home of Taoist Mei" 22) Poor people often have no fireworks, not just in the Ming Dynasty. -Meng Yunqing's "Cold Food" 23) I can't spend my honeymoon, and moss grows on the quiet steps overnight.
-Wu Wenying, "Is the wind loose? Listen to the wind and rain. 24) Surrounded by mountains under the blue sky, there are no guests who don't miss home in Qingming. -Gao Qi's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" 25) It was only after Tomb-Sweeping Day that I gradually felt that I was hurting the Spring Festival Gala.
-Li Guan's "Recent Spring Twilight" 26) Zhou Fang forgot to return to the green dusk, and the show was uncertain. -Zhang Xian's Magnolia? Yi Mao Xing Wu's "Cold Food" 27) I can't smell the heavy cry of spring and the rustling rain, and people go home.
-Bai Juyi's "Cold Food Wild Hope" 28) Spring is clear and beautiful. -Xin Qiji, "Feeling the Emperor's Grace? Chuzhou is a "ups and downs pear flower", with narrow curtains and clever small screens.
-George, "Laurel Medal? The guest window is bright and clean "30) Huai family cold food night, Chinese wine out of the blue sky. -Zhao Changqing "Linjiang Xian? In late spring, "3 1) the wild pond blooms, and it has passed in a blink of an eye, Tomb-Sweeping Day.
-Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao"? Book East Village Wall 32) Go straight to the doctor! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. -Yang Wanli's "Cold Food Tomb" 33) Poor River,no. Luoyang people.
-Song Wenzhi, "On the way to cold food: Huangmei Linjiang posted Cuirong" 34) Sleeping silently, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to find? -Feng Yansi's "Step on the Magpie"? Qingming "35) pear wood fire promotes cold food. -Zhou Bangyan, The Warrior Lanling? At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and at night, his children smile at the lamp.
-Gao Zhu's "Qingming Day Wine" 37) The situation is clear and the sun is shining. You might as well take a tour and forget to go home. -Cheng Hao's "Suburbs are Things" 38) Listen to the wind and rain.
-Wu Wenying, "Is the wind loose? Plain clothes can't sigh, but it's clear to go home. -Lu You's "Spring Rain in Lin 'an" 40) When it comes to cold food, it is spring.
-Song Wenzhi's "On the way to cold food: Huangmei Linjiang posted Cuirong" 4 1) During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums laughed, and Noda wasteland only gave birth to sorrow. -Huang Tingjian "Qingming" 42) There are many tombs in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sacrifices are different.
-Gao Zhu's "Qingming Day to Wine" Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancestor worship poem: "Cold Food" In February, Jiangnan was full of flowers, and cold food in other places was far from sad. Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
"Qingming is a thing" focuses on the emperor's Qingming and people's worries. The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
Qingming In the late spring of Qingming, I looked at the mountains in the north. Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.
Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends. Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.
2. Poetry about "ancestor worship" 1. "pregnancy before cold food"
Author: Tang Chaowen
Everything in Rain Hua is fresh. At first glance, the sun is shining, the spring is chilly, and Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming.
Fragrance flies with butterflies, sleepy warbler.
The old couple don't drink alone, so although some people are plowing in the garden.
I hate the beach more, and the east wind grows grass all night.
2. Cold food by the river
Author: Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
The grass is fragrant, the sand is warm, the water is clear, and the scenery is reminiscent of the imperial city.
I still like the smell of spring last year. It's not appropriate to be sick today.
Standing under the tree, Li trusted Ma Jiang to take the first trip.
Suddenly I saw the red paulownia flowers looking down, and it cleared up the next day.
3. "Qingming Longmen Tour"
Author: Li Qiao in Tang Dynasty
The country is clear and the country is connected, and all the doors will be sent.
There are many roads in Luoyang, looking south at Yichuan Que.
Yan Yang rides the wind, and the Qingming Festival sends the pink moon.
Two mountains move in the forest and a thousand niches in the water.
Rommel willow silk, fragrant radial hair.
Have fun, have fun, and be afraid to leave a fragrance.
4. Farewell to Changan
Author: Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty
Chang' an is a good time for Qingming, so it is appropriate to send each other.
Nausea bed copper bright, take care of people's white hair.
5. "There are many words on the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival"
Author: Huangfu Ran in Tang Dynasty
The upper part is suitable, and the conditions of season and month are equivalent.
The sound of water is far and near, and there are many mountains.
The sunset leaves the grass and the new leaves change.
I have been to Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I feel like a guest in the Spring and Autumn Period.
3. Jiang Sushi's ancestor worship poems
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
This word was written by Su Shi in memory of his dead wife Wang Fu.
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Su Shi of Xijiangyue
Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind. In the sea, I sent the probe into the fragrant bush and hung the green hair upside down.
Plain noodles are often too pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. Remember Xiao Yunkong, don't dream of pear blossoms.
This is a eulogy to mourn the love concubine Chao Yun who followed Su Shi for twenty-three years.
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Half-dead tube-bone Tianhe beads
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner. The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
Mourn for He Zhu's dead wife.
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Three Mourning Poems (Ⅰ)-Pan Yue
Over time, winter goes and spring comes, and cold and heat suddenly flow easily.
The son of a childe belongs to a poor spring, and the heavy soil is separated forever.
Who wants to obey privately, it is not enough to stay for a long time.
I'm ready to serve, and I'll go back to my original service.
Looking at Lou, thinking about this person, thinking about the experience in the room.
There is nothing on the picture, but there are traces of calligraphy.
The incense has not stopped, but it is still on the wall.
Disappointment seems to exist, and it is difficult to rush back.
Like a bird in the Hanlin forest, once in a lifetime.
If you swim like a fish in Sichuan, you can see the middle of the road.
The spring breeze came and the morning light slipped away from the eaves.
When you forget to sleep, your worries accumulate day by day.
When you are weak, you can still attack.
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Let's go-Yuan Zhen
Once the ocean is short of water,
Amber forever.
Looking back at the flowers lazily,
Half the sky is cultivated, half the sky is a gentleman.
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Nalan Xingde is the poet who wrote the most mourning poems in the history of ancient ci, with more than 20 poems.
Tears are silent, just to destroy the past fickle feelings. Keep your knowledge by Dan Qing, Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Clear words wake up early, like a dream, more. Crying endlessly, the bell rings at night.
-"Nanxiangzi"
Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate, become boring, and even remain out of date. Dead poplar leaves are exhausted, and cold rain and west wind hit the bridge.
-"Good China"
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Golden melody-in memory of a dead woman
When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.
mulberry leaf harvest
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
Qinyuanchun
It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.
Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.
Young mermaid
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
Lanshi
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
Regarding the poem "Sacrificing ancestors", I got pregnant before the cold food. Author: Everything in the Tang Dynasty is fresh in Rain Hua and clear in the cold of late spring.
Fragrance flies with butterflies, sleepy warbler. The old couple don't drink alone, so although some people are plowing in the garden.
I hate the beach more, and the east wind grows grass all night. "Cold Food Riverside" Author: Tang Bai Juyi grass fragrant sand warm water clear clouds, the scenery is reminiscent of the imperial city.
I still like the smell of spring last year. It's not appropriate to be sick today. Standing under the tree, Li trusted Ma Jiang to take the first trip.
Suddenly I saw the red paulownia flowers looking down, and it cleared up the next day. "Dragon Boat Festival Tour in Qingming Festival" Author: Li Qiao Qingming in Tang Dynasty, all the doors must be made.
There are many roads in Luoyang, looking south at Yichuan Que. Yan Yang rides the wind, and the Qingming Festival sends the pink moon.
Two mountains move in the forest and a thousand niches in the water. Rommel willow silk, fragrant radial hair.
Have fun, have fun, and be afraid to leave a fragrance. "Farewell to Chang 'an" Author: In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Jian's Chang 'an was a good time for Qingming, so it was appropriate to say goodbye to each other.
Nausea bed copper bright, take care of people's white hair. "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Author: Huangfu Randing in Tang Dynasty is suitable, and the seasons and months are comparable.
The sound of water is far and near, and there are many mountains. The sunset leaves the grass and the new leaves change.
I have been to Tomb-Sweeping Day, and I feel like a guest in the Spring and Autumn Period.
5. What are the "ancestor worship" poems of ordinary people? 1, Tang Duoling is a sacrifice for parents-Liu Guo.
Thousands of miles to complain about homesickness, Qingming ancestor worship.
Thinking of Xuanchun, I am speechless.
Looking back, I feel guilty and regretful.
What do you want when you are old in a foreign country?
Children are healthy and families are prosperous.
Unfilial children kowtow far away, send a pile of graves, and tears flow undercurrent.
2, "Linjiang Xian" Qingming-Liu
Once a year, Qingming comes, evoking sadness and affection.
The hometown buries clouds, looking at the tomb thousands of miles away, mourning and paying homage.
Diligence is like spring silkworm, and it has gone through hardships.
I am still poor, I don't report my child-rearing, and I regret sending the dead.
3. Thinking about Xiao Zhongshan and Tomb-Sweeping Day
A thousand miles of mountains.
The road blocks the disabled and is unimpeded.
Full of anxiety and poetry.
The soul is broken, and I feel homesick.
Many children are poor.
Food and clothing are hard to support.
The unfortunate son will caress the adults at first.
But when I passed away, where can I repay my kindness?
4, "A Cut of Plums" Qingming-Zheng Zichun
Wan Li Chunming. Groups of cars and people.
Out of the water * * *. The wind is affectionate, and the rain is affectionate.
Thinking of barren hills and green graves. The grass is green and the trees are green.
Unable to sacrifice to Xuan Chunfen. I miss you deeply and regret you deeply.
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
6. Don't worship your ancestors or praise your grandmother.
The hut is decorated with simple stars, which is warm in Huaihua and cool in autumn.
Chuyang didn't wake up grandma, but it was fragrant in the dream and the rice was more fragrant;
Be caring and attentive, the friendship between grandparents and grandchildren touched the sky;
Work hard all your life, grow old together, and the bud of love grows sturdily and smells fragrant.
Think about grandma.
Grandma was admitted to the hospital due to illness, and her children and grandchildren came unexpectedly;
Because it is difficult to take care of his family, he has no choice but to go to his suburbs;
Think about your grandmother's support for your family, tears will flow and rain will rustle;
Even on the phone, it is difficult to chat with her face to face.
Mourn for my grandmother
The Spring Festival was supposed to be enjoyable, and it was frosty at midnight to send relatives;
Heaven and man are always separated by the stars, and ice tears break the soul;
Pima Dai Xiao cried in the morning breeze, and the loess groaned.
I hope that heaven will be prosperous, prosperous and happy.
Recall my grandmother.
During the Qingming Festival, the flowers are like brocade, and the soft wind and drizzle draw lines;
Firecrackers resounded through the sky, and incense lingered to remind people of their thoughts;
Thousands of miles away, Qingzang is stationed and the mountains are continuously blocked;
Unfilial children and grandchildren are always busy and unable to worship their ancestors.
Recall my grandmother.
one
The smoke in the vault attracted people's eyes,
A person smiles and thinks about things.
Suddenly I heard the children's language outside the door.
Anxious to ask Sun Gui?
two
I can't hear too much melancholy,
Don't smell worldly troubles.
Sit and watch new wood burn old wood,
The afterglow dissipated into sleepwalking.
Memories of grandma at night.
one
Therefore, the bed is old, the dream is old, and the memory is old.
The night wind blows, and the rain blows in Meng Han.
Who is knocking at the window?
A heartbreaking dream woke up heartbroken.
two
Recalling yesterday's foggy eyes,
Love and kindness have deep smiles.
Rain tonight, tears tonight,
The old man trembled in the soul of the lamp.
Time is hard to come back, and the spring road is far away.
Therefore, the address line lacks stars, and the long street stands for a long time.
Worry makes you know that spring is warm, and hate makes you feel sorry for the cold.
Every time I think of the kindness and kindness in the clear night, I look at it with dismay.
I have never tried writing in my life, and the past is like smoke.
The fragrant dust in the fundus is really quiet, and the milk pharynx between the beams is still harmonious.
Sincere books are willing to fast and meditate on the heart sutra to keep the cold.
The burning front is sad and the candles on the altar are impressive.
7. The elegy about ancestor worship in Winter Solstice is untitled.
The abomination is August.
Autumn, in the immature season
undergo inspection
I stood in the swaying wind.
Eyes full of red light tips.
At nine o'clock, the whole flock of seagulls
Take off from the bell on time
Like the ghost of a gray pedestrian
Cross the square in April.
Feathers of century birds
A base covered with white marble
I remembered a yellow photo album.
Like a distant boss.
Opened the street across the street.
The only solemn and lonely door
His eyes
Like two streams of mercury.
Reed wadding floating in water
How to extend from the shore
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8. What are the poems about ancestor worship in the Central Plains? What are the high altar offerings for ancestor worship? Establish a quick court training to recall the spirit.
One year is the Mid-Autumn Festival, wishing the dead out of their misery.
In the mid-Yuan Dynasty, it was a good time to worship ancestors and burn money to move the moon.
The Weaver Cowherd will have a seventh day, and there will be a good seventh day next year.
An old friend has a long dream, and life and death are endless.
Every Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be incense in front of the grave.
Tears on autumn leaves are worth Zhongyuan, and we don't meet at close range.
The kindness of Mengyin is passed down from generation to generation, and nurturing is more important than mountains.
Paper money burns like clouds, and the kindness of our ancestors is endless.
Teach children to worship at the grave, and tears will flow down their cheeks.
From the age of 18 to the ancestor worship in the Central Plains, Hao Lun shed tears and became rich.
The smoke of animals is fragrant in several places, and the pain of fasting fruit is three times.
The underworld is helpless, and the fairy mountain is empty.
The cold wind and cold leaves are still a cause for filial piety.
Short life is always endless, especially in the Central Plains.
The trance flute is confusing the eyes and ears, and the shadow is wet the window.
The dream of rediscovering butterflies will continue in the afterlife, reducing yellow flowers and yesterday's fragrance.
That's even more chaotic, and thousands of tears have been added.