1. Ci Fu: Zhang Youmao's "Sacrifice to Mother", also known as "Sacrifice to Mother, Father and Sister-in-law", is quoted as saying that life and death are natural.
If you read the words "The preface to the warbler's crow is clear and near" by the orientals, you will miss your parents and pay attention to your sadness. Hurry up! I only mourn that my mother and father didn't get the size of a shore person, and my sister-in-law took care of me! So, I sent a speech to the sad end of the sacrifice, but Chen has been wishing for years. With the sacrifice of Myanmar and the drink of Gu Zhanwen, my heart and my words do not ask for regret for the grace of heaven and earth! Bing Xu, a resident of Xiafu Shore, Raozhou, made a sudden nod in cold food, and Wei Fu cried and wrote.
alas! Alas! He went to the grave and abandoned me. Even so, there is no face to look at.
I've never seen the old, but I've learned a few things, and I'm thinking of a new beginning. If you look at your monument, you will eventually benefit Yao mu. Don't come to Mo, and be virtuous first.
it's clear and clear, and I'm eager to see the hills. My father is a squire, and my mother is lonely. Brother and father, not mother and sister-in-law.
ten miles of virtuous people are added, and all the teeth and virtues respect the rain of my father. Kindly teach Meng Qiu, and the wilderness instrument Kun Xi mother English.
if you look at wealth in the mirror, you will be a scholar and a brother. Diligent coagulation wax, Hui Ze children xi sister-in-law.
like cigarettes, the instrument is hurting, Ziyun is soaring and looking at firewood, and Yide is telling me that it is there. Coagulation, Zhao, Xuan, and poetry.
the literature is based on quotations, and the wind is pursued by virtue. My descendants depend on the spirit of life. Even if the spring is beautiful, it is clear and heartbreaking.
Even though it's sunny and prosperous, the Cold Food Festival is far away. Chasing Huai Zongzu, Huai Jiaozhi, and Huai Jifu.
death and life are generous, and I am afraid to bow down! Whoo! Qingming Yuanlun, Spring Kejingliu. Sacrifice to show virtue first, and ceremony to drink the pulse.
I'm so worried that I can't bear to feel my pulse lightly. Recognition is vague, tears are like washing, hurting the heart and knocking, and the mouth of Wuyi Lane is barren.
sighing the world, leaving the scar to dye the shark, breaking the soul, and the trees and plants turned yellow yesterday, which made me sad. When did Ding Shang stop crying?
I cry heavily, my eyes hook, my voice shakes and my heart is heavy. The night is long, lonely and empty, and the world is awakened by virtue.
friends also say; "Qingming fruit is the time to lick the intestines and cut the liver, and you can't blame it every year." If you look forward to the grave, it is difficult to find an appointment to cross the distance.
if you want to return to the hill, you can't break the bank. Whose family has no sacrifice, why only sue? Who lives without offering sacrifices to his ancestors, why do you have to wait and see? The bottom song of the tide song, sprinkled to Xipu.
the sky is the sky, and it is the best! Sacrifice the vast, how pale, although send secular, special for family sacrifice. Whoo! Deep feelings gaze, language v. orbital flow.
when an aunt washes her fragrance, a clever girl looks at it. Dancing in the evening and dreaming in the mountain city.
the deep courtyard is closed, and the beauty is ashamed of the boat. Scattered chrysanthemum, leaning against the plug to clear the throat.
the lonely shadow is swaying, and the sky is far away. Filial piety as soon as possible cold food woman, eyes red peach rust.
whoever sings in front of the grave is thin. Tear your sleeves and cry, and Haitang will be ashamed.
it's far away from hating the horizon. Helpless clouds, floating in the evening court.
who are you worried about when you are in tears? The order of yin and yang is constant, and sorrow moves mud and longevity.
the face is wrinkled and thin, and the face is dark and ugly. The rhyme shakes three times, and the words are entangled.
from generation to generation, leisurely and carefree. In the dark, Qiu Qiu! But there is no place to live in the altar and temple, and filial piety is true and sincere.
the tomb is clear and clear, and the bones are cold and suffering! I can't bear to see it, but it's clear and clear, and it's cold and sad, lonely and clear, barren and hilly, and the grave is old and old, and I miss the past and become new. Alas! Shang yi. 2. Poems about Qingming include those
● Magnolia Yan Shu Yulou Zhuge with golden locks, cold food and Qingming spring are about to break. There are eyebrows in the window and tears falling outside the curtain. It's really nothing to gather and disperse in the clouds. How many people can look at each other at the age of 1? If you don't come, you will be ungrateful, and you will think about it for thousands of times. ● Butterfly Lovers, Spring Twilight, Li Guan's leisurely stroll in the night pavilion, only to be clear and clear, and gradually feel that it hurts the spring dusk. A little rain and wind will come and go, and the clouds will come and go. Peach and apricot are faintly fragrant. Who swings and laughs softly? There is no place to arrange an inch of lovesickness. ● The weather in Duane is clear, and the day is always full of worries. The terrace is green and shady, and the fragrance is fine. The swallow nest is square, the basin and pool are small, and the new lotus cover is just a happy occasion. The clothes are single, and the nephrite body is half-caged. The pomegranate is beautiful, with a pinch of red. The number of repairs outside the window are cold. Self-knowledge and haggard newcomers. ● Looking at Jiangnan Chaoran Terrace, Su Shi is not old in spring, and the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to look at it on the Chaoran Terrace, and a city is full of flowers in the spring. After a cold meal, I wake up but feel sorry for my old friend. Don't think about my old country, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the years. ● Xie Chichun's Li Zhiyi's residual cold is exhausted, and after the rain, it is clear. The sky is not old, and people are not even married. I hate it and pay it to the willow in front of the court. ● The Cave Fairy Song is a spring thing for a year, but the plum blossoms have the deepest meaning. By the time the warbler blooms, the spring is already late, making people have no new ideas. Make it the Cave Fairy Song, so that those who explore the spring can sing it, and there is no regret later. When the snow clouds are gone, the willow will be clear to others. Xiao Yan's fragrance is the most delicate. By the time of Qingming, the flowers are in chaos, and half of the spring breeze has been lost. I have already taken the shaoguang * * * to chase after the tour, but I don't care about the cold spring, and I am drunk and warm myself. ● Qingping Music Liu Yan's east wind is still the same, and I am interested in the willows. When the goose is yellow, the weather is clear. Last year, the purple stranger was green, and the rain is soul tonight. ● Zhao Lingzhi wants to reduce the cold of Luo Yi, and people are deeply impressed without rolling beads. How much do red apricots spend? The crow marks stop hating the clear rain. Every day, a wisp of smoke sinks, and the wine wakes up late, which annoys the spring mood. Swallows will return to the letter by mistake, and they will go to Xijiang Road on the small screen. ● Remembering the young Cao Zu's wine companion when he was young, where he went when he was young, and the spring scenery when he was young. It is clear and near, but the horizon is a guest. It is hard to get back to the past. Thinking about the past, it is a thing of the past. When he boarded, he hated and was speechless, and took a During the Qingming Festival, some children were urged by warblers. All the willows were covered with flocks, and the fence was covered with moss. The passionate curtain swallows wandered alone, still covered with flowers and rain, and returned. ● Walking on the beach, Zhou Zizhi was like a gossamer, and people were like flying flocks. The teardrop pavilion was in vain. A stream of smoke and willows hung down, and there was no reason to live in a blue boat. The geese crossed the setting sun and the grass was misty. Now there are countless worries. Don't think about how to live in the Ming Dynasty. Low Nian Nujiao Li Qingzhao depression courtyard, and the oblique wind and drizzle, the heavy door must be closed. Petting Liu Jiaohua is close to cold food, and there are all kinds of annoying weather. The poem is poetic, and the head is sober, which is especially a leisurely taste. It is difficult to send thousands of worries. It is cold in the spring for a few days upstairs, and the curtains are hanging all around, and the jade is dry and careless. It is forbidden to be sad by Leng Xiang. The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is new. A touch of crimson lips, spring sorrow, Zhao Ding fragrant cold golden stove, dreams of returning to the honeymoon account, fragrant and tender. No one even asked, a pillow of Jiangnan hate, wasting away, suddenly feeling that the spring shirt faded. Qingming is near, apricot flowers are blown out, and the east wind is tight at dusk. 3. About Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient prose
Qingming Festival
(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
During Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
Cold Food on the Way
(Tang) Song Zhiwen
Cold food is served immediately, and it is late spring on the way.
Poor Jiang Puwang, but I don't see Luoqiao people.
The Arctic is wise to the Lord, and Nanao is a vassal.
at the heartbroken part of the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
"Cold Food"
(Tang) Han Yi
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is easterly and willows are oblique.
At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the house of the Five Emperors.
(Tang) Zhang Ji
The ploughman calls for love boats, and the spring grass is green and ten thousand fields;
Try going to Wumen to see the county state. There are some new smoke in Qingming.
Qingming Festival
(Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
No flowers and no wine lead to Qingming Festival, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk.
Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window was separated from the reading lamp.
Qingming is the Thing in Su Causeway
(Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
Pear blossoms are in full swing, and wanderers are out of town in search of spring.
When the songs are cleared away at dusk, ten thousand willows belong to the category of warblers.
Cold Food on the Tomb
(Song) Yang Wanli
What about Nao Fu! Can the bridge be saved from danger?
the maple in the distant mountains is pale outside, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
the spring breeze comes again, and the new buildings are old.
Pear blossoms are eaten cold, and they are only worried when they enter the festival.
Doing things in the suburbs
(Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
The grass is wild and wild, and in spring it enters the surrounding mountains;
I'm rushing through Liuxiang because of the running water.
don't talk about drinking wine, lest the wind turn red;
the weather is clear and clear, so you might as well travel and never forget to go home.
(Ming) Gao Qi
was covered with blood, tears and dust, and it was sad to return home after the chaos.
pear blossoms have been eaten cold after the storm. How many grave descendants have come?
(Ming) Wang Pan
Ask where smoking is prohibited in the West Building.
a sunny road in the green field.
The horse hisses in the willows, and people laugh on the swings.
The warbler always teaches Chun to get drunk.
< Tang > Zhang Ji
The tiller calls for love boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless.
Try going to Wumen to see the county state. There are some new smoke in Qingming.
Qingming Festival
(Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
No flowers and no wine lead to Qingming Festival, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk.
Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window was separated from the reading lamp.
Qingming is the Thing in Su Causeway
(Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
Pear blossoms are in full swing, and wanderers are out of town in search of spring.
When the songs are cleared away at dusk, ten thousand willows belong to the category of warblers.
Cold Food on the Tomb
(Song) Yang Wanli
What about Nao Fu! Can the bridge be saved from danger?
the maple in the distant mountains is pale outside, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
the spring breeze comes again, and the new buildings are old.
Pear blossoms are eaten cold, and they are only worried when they enter the festival.
Doing things in the suburbs
(Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
The grass is wild and wild, and in spring it enters the surrounding mountains;
I'm rushing through Liuxiang because of the running water.
don't talk about drinking wine, lest the wind turn red;
the weather is clear and clear, so you might as well travel and never forget to go home.
(Ming) Gao Qi
was covered with blood, tears and dust, and it was sad to return home after the chaos.
pear blossoms have been eaten cold after the storm. How many grave descendants have come?
(Ming) Wang Pan
Ask where smoking is prohibited in the West Building.
a sunny road in the green field.
A horse wears a willow hissing, and a man laughs on a swing. 4. About Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient prose
The cold food "Zhou Li" says: Si Xuan's family, in mid-spring, used Muduo to repair fire and banned it in the middle school, because Ji Chun will make a fire.
Zhai's Chronicle of the Age of Jingchu says: When the winter solstice lasts for 15 days, there will be strong winds and even rain, which is called cold food. Master Zhou Fei, the sage, said: Taiyuan is an old custom, clouds and mesons burn bones, and January is a cold food, so don't dare to smoke.
I know Lu Yao's Ye Zhong Ji says: It is a custom to stop the fire for mesons on the 15th day after the winter solstice, and make dry porridge for three days. Today, it is embarrassing. Zhai also said: eat cold food for three days, cook fermented cheese, cook japonica rice and wheat for cheese, pound almonds and cook porridge.
Fan Ye's Book of the Later Han Dynasty says: Zhou Ju moved to a county in Taiyuan. In the old custom, mesons were used to burn bones, and dragons were forbidden to avoid them. By the end of the month, it was said that the gods were not happy to raise fire, so they moved books to push the temple clouds. In the middle of spring, they ate cold food in January, and the old and the young were unbearable. Today it is only three days. Zhai ancient and modern art map says: the mountains in the north, cold food is used in autumn. 5. About Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems and their translations
Poems describing Tomb-Sweeping Day
Qingming Festival
Tang Du Mu
During Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
cold food on the way
Tang Song Zhiwen
had a cold food immediately, and it was late spring on the way.
Poor Jiang Puwang, but I don't see Luoqiao people.
The Arctic is wise to the Lord, and Nanao is a vassal.
at the heartbroken part of the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
cold food
Tang Han Yi
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind and the willows are slanting in the cold food.
At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the house of the Five Emperors.
Lu Men is a matter
Tang Zhangji
The ploughman calls for love boats, and the spring grass is green and ten thousand fields;
Try going to Wumen to see the county state. There are some new smoke in Qingming.
Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties", also left a famous poem describing Tomb-Sweeping Day for later generations: When the southern country was halfway through the spring, the wind and the smell of Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and willows and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
Qingming Festival
Song and Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland is full of worries.
the thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the rain made the grass soft in the suburbs. "
Qingming
Song Wang Yuqiao
No flowers and no wine lead to Qingming, and the interest is bleak like a wild monk.
Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and the window was separated from the reading lamp.
Qingming is the thing in Su Causeway
Wei Xin in Song and Wu Dynasties
Pear blossoms are in the clear wind, and wanderers are out of town in search of spring.
When the songs are cleared away at dusk, ten thousand willows belong to the category of warblers.
cold food on the tomb
Song Yang Wanli
Go straight to the husband! Can the bridge be saved from danger?
the maple in the distant mountains is pale outside, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
the spring breeze comes again, and the new buildings are old.
Pear blossoms are eaten cold, and they are only worried when they enter the festival.
Doing things in the suburbs is a matter of course
Song Chenghao
The grass is wild and wild, and spring enters the surrounding mountains and gardens;
I'm rushing through Liuxiang because of the running water.
don't talk about drinking wine, lest the wind turn red;
the weather is clear and clear, so you might as well travel and never forget to go home.
Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of the province in Shashang
Song Gaoqi
It's sad to return home after the chaos.
pear blossoms have been eaten cold after the storm. How many grave descendants have come?
Qingjiang leads a trip on Qingming Day
Ming Wang Pan
Ask where smoking is prohibited in the West Building.
a sunny road in the green field.
The horse hisses through the willows,
People lean on the swing and laugh,
The flower spotting always teaches Chun to get drunk. 6. About Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are 2 ancient poems about the beautiful scenery in spring.
On the Qingming night, Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty was windy and windy, and the red porch with blue bricks stabbed the historian. On the Qingming day, he walked around the cloister alone and listened to the strings and watched the flowers in the dark. On the Qingming day, he sent Deng Rui's second son back to his hometown in Dai Shulun, and the bells and drums were loud, and the drivers urged him to wear evening clothes. The kitchen became a new fire, and the willow turned dark and frosted. He looked at Huafa through the mirror and held a cup to talk about his hometown