The calligraphy works of ancient Qingming poems are as follows:
1. "Qingming" by Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Where is the restaurant? 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 Yu (Song Dynasty)
After Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang 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, he asked for fresh fire from the neighbor. At dawn, he lit a lamp in front of the window and sat down. Come down and study hard.
3. "Qingming" by Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
On the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and in the wild fields and graves, there are only dragons and snakes mats with thunder and thunder, and the grass and trees in the suburbs are soft under the rain. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known 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. Those graves covered with weeds in the fields make people feel desolate. The rolling spring thunder awakens the dragons, snakes and insects in hibernation; the abundant spring rain moistens the wilderness and turns the grass and trees green and soft. In ancient times, there were wealthy people who went to and from tombs to beg for sacrificial food to show off to their wives and concubines. There was also a Jiezi 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.