What other poems about Qingming 1? What are Tomb-Sweeping Day's related poems?
day of mourning
(Tang) Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Cold food is on the road.
(Tang) Song Wenzhi
It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.
Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
cold drink and snack
(Tang) Han Yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
The door is that thing
(Tang)
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
day of mourning
(Song) Wang Yuqiao
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Su Causeway's Qingming Festival is this thing.
(Song) Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
2. Ask for poems or essays that describe Qingming. Seeking originality.
I. Tomb-Sweeping Day (Tomb-Sweeping Day 20 1 1). Note: It was the third day of March in Tomb-Sweeping Day in the year of Xin Mao. It rained in Chun Xue yesterday, but it is sunny now. Today, my guests and I sat in northern Jiangsu for more than three years. Every sister and naughty nephew came with me. I remember the Qingming Festival, the roots of China, my hometown, the ancient city of Shang Yong, and the fleeting years. Go for a walk by the willow hedge Suddenly I heard the laughter like a bell in the sky, and I leaned on the wall to drink and peek at the swing. Secondly, my ancestors held a flat peach banquet on March 3, and Zhenwu Zhenjun invited me for my birthday. After I arrived at Xuanyuan Huangdi, I burned paper money in five places. Third, Hanshui untitled nine songs to Qingming, flowers flying all over the sky, locking the city. Grass and flowers flow through the years, misty and sighing, ancient and modern flowers are like arrows to find a bosom friend. Fourth, the battle was broken. Spring breeze and spring rain are clear, cherry blossoms and pears are clear. There are seven or eight fat geese on the stream, three or two new swallows under the eaves, and the kitchen smoke is faint in the red sun. My foolish nephew is lazy, and my clothes are confused by spring dreams. He seems to be planting spring willows with his neighbors, just like his uncle and aunt flying kites, with a full frown. The Qingming Festival (Qingming in 2009) began in northern Anhui. Accidentally provoked passers-by. Inadvertently, I slowed down, parked my car on the shore and scanned everything in front of me. The sky is gray, the river bank is green, and the water surface is light blue-occasionally, I will see the hydrosphere-it is a prank of small fish wandering on the water surface-and I give a wry smile. It turns out that some people can always have nothing to steal. The small county in front of us is called Wuhe. Smell it. Looking at the coffins held by people in a hurry, I suddenly remembered that today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. A series of activities appear in my mind: hiking, outing, swinging, playing football, playing polo, inserting willows, tug-of-war, cockfighting, ancestor worship, drinking and eating farm food. How beautiful! During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. This Tomb-Sweeping Day, where am I in this time and space? What about next year? What about the year after next? What about three years, five years and ten years? Yes, warm a pot of sake and enjoy it.
3. What are the poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day?
1, when Yanzi came to Xinhua News Agency, after Qingming Festival in pear flower falls. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's Spring.
2. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
3, plain clothes didn't sigh, and it was clear enough to go home. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
5. There are many tombs in the North and South Mountains, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different. _ _ _ _ Gao Zhu Qingming Day Wine
6, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. _ _ _ _ Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day
7, no flowers, no wine is too clear, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk. _ _ _ _ Wang Yucheng's Tomb-Sweeping Day
8. Pear blossoms are flourishing, and wanderers are out of the Spring City. _ _ _ _ Wu Weixin's Qingming Festival in Su Causeway.
9. The wind and rain pear blossoms have been eaten cold. How many descendants will come to sweep the grave? _ _ _ _ Gao Qi "Send Chen Xiucai back to the tomb of Shashang Province"
10, listen to the wind and rain. Worried about grass and flowers. _ _ _ _ Wu Wenying's "Wind into the Pine, Listen to the Wind and Rain, Understand"
4. What are the poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day?
During the Qingming Festival, Li Jianxun in the Tang Dynasty took wine to seek fragrance, and I closed the door alone and slept soundly.
Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed. Qingming night at the Lake Temple, I paid tribute to Li Qunyu in the Tang Dynasty, and I was worried about flowers, which made me sad.
Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices. For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.
Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided. After Tomb-Sweeping Day, I went to the city to see the scenery of Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty, in front of Yunshan.
Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells. There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, Jiang Huaiyou, Yin, Jun and Tian Su will all be there, so I have to prepare for the handover.
For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have been sad all day. Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears. Qingming is the most important. In Tang Meng's The Emperor, people's hearts are worried when they emphasize Qingming.
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. The sun Yin Chang, in the late spring Qingming in the Qingming Tang Dynasty, overlooks the hills 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. On Qingming Day, I remembered that my brother Tang Wei Wu Ying's cold food recipe was morbid, and I was relieved.
Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan. Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year. Fleas in Qingming Village of Chang 'an hurt spring dreams in rainy days, but the grass is more sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money. The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival In the Qing E Tu Fan written in the Tang Dynasty, the spring tree is Yu Jinhong.
If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak willow wind. Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them.
Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City. Banquet with Jinzhou Hulangzhong, Qingming Day, Yuxi Pavilion, a new fire in Zhangji County of Tang Dynasty, and a rainy day in Gaozhai.
Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing. * * * When you get drunk, move the incense mat and stay in the twilight.
Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing. During the Qingming Festival, it rained one after another, from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village, and it rained in Longmen after Zhangji in the late Tang Dynasty, and the wind came to your cave in spring.
Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin. Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old.
The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong. Four years after the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, Zheng Zhun and Wu Shan Chuyi changed their appearance as soon as they saw the Qingming Festival.
Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine. There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain.
What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded. In the Song Dynasty, there were many tomb fields in the southern and northern mountains of Gaozhu, which was different from that in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
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. Qingming Song, Huang Tingjian Qing Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tao Lixiao, Noda wasteland only gave birth to sorrow.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum. In The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Wang Yu lived a life without flowers and wine, and his taste was as bleak as that of a wild monk.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
5. What are the poems about Qingming?
● Yulan Yanshu Lou Yu Zhuge Jinsuo, cold food is clear, and the awaken of spring is about to break. The eyebrows are worried about the slanting moon between the windows, and tears fall outside the curtain. Gathering in the clouds is really nothing. How many can a hundred years old have? Not coming is ungrateful, and I have thought about it a thousand times. Butterfly lovers, spring twilight, Li Guan leisurely stroll night pavilion, just for the sake of Qingming, gradually feel hurt spring dusk. A little wind and rain come and go, so do clouds. Peach and apricot are light and fragrant. Who smiles softly on the swing? There is no place to arrange an inch of acacia. ● The weather in Duane is sunny, and the day is always full of worries. The terrace is green and fragrant. The bird's nest is square, the basin is small, and the new lotus cover is just a happy event. Clothes list, nephrite body half cage. Pomegranate is beautiful, with a little red. The repairs outside the window are very cold. Self-knowledge and haggard newcomer. Looking at Chao Ran Station in the south of the Yangtze River, Su Shi's spring scenery is not old, and the wind is clear and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the terrace of Chao Ran. A city is full of flowers in spring. After a cold meal, I woke up feeling sorry for my old friend. Don't think about my old country, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine ride the years. ● Xie Chichun's Li Chi Ngai is cold, and Chu Qing after the rain. People don't get married until they are old. I hate it, and pay it to the willow tree in front of the court. ● Dong Xian Song is a year of spring, and plum blossoms have the deepest meaning. By the time the leaf warbler blooms, it's already late in spring, which makes people have no new ideas. Make it into a fairy song, so that people who explore spring can sing it, and there will be no regrets in the future. The snow clouds cleared away, leaving a bright future. The fragrance of Xiao Yan is the most exquisite. By the time of Qingming, the flowers were in chaos and half of the spring breeze was gone. I've already gone on a tour with Shao Guang * * *, but I don't care about the chill of spring, and I'm drunk and warm myself. ● Qingping Music Ada Dongfeng remains the same, and I am interested in Yangliu. When the goose is yellow, the weather is sunny. Last year was purple and green, but tonight it rains. ● Zhao Lingzhi wants to reduce the cold of Luo Yi, but people don't roll beads. How much does an almond cost? Crow signs stop hating sunny rain. A wisp of smoke sinks every day, and the wine wakes up late, worrying about Chun Qing. Swallows write back by mistake, and Xijiang Road is on the small screen. ● Think of Cao Zu's drinking partner when he was young, the places he went to when he was young, and the spring scenery when he was young. Obviously close at hand, the end of the world is a guest. It's hard to go back in time. Think about the past. It's all in the past. When he boarded the ship, he hated and was speechless. When he took a picture of Qingming, some children were urged by Yingying. All the willows are covered with sheep and the fence is covered with moss. Affectionate curtain Yan wandered alone, still covered with rain, and returned. Walking on the beach, Zhou Zizhi is like a tulle, and people are like flying sheep. The teardrop pavilion is in vain. There's no reason to live in the Blue Boat. The wild goose crosses the setting sun and the grass is misty. There are countless worries now. Don't think about how to live in the Ming Dynasty. Li Qingzhao's hollow courtyard is low to drive out Nuwa, and the wind and drizzle are oblique, so the heavy door must be closed. Petting Liu Jiaohua is close to cold food, and there are all kinds of annoying weather. Poetry is poetic, sober-headed, and especially leisurely. A thousand worries are hard to send. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Leng Xiang forbade me to be sad. The morning dew is clear and the new tung is new. Pale crimson lips, spring sorrow, Zhao Dingxiang's cold gold stove, dreaming of returning to the honeymoon account, fragrant and tender. No one even asked, but a pillow of Jiangnan hate, thin away, suddenly feel the spring shirt faded. Qingming is near, apricot blossoms are blown out, and the east wind is tight at dusk.