The poems expressing grief during the Qingming Festival are as follows:
The ancient poems about Qingming include: "Qingming" (Du Mu), "Qingming" (Wei Ye), "Qingming Night", "Qingming Is "Things", "On Qingming Day from Xiwu Bridge to Guayan Village".
1. "Qingming"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
Translation: On the day of Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and people traveling on the road feel confused and desolate as if their souls have been cut off. I asked the shepherd boy where there was a restaurant, and he pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.
2. "Qingming"
Wei Ye, Tang Dynasty.
If you spend the Qingming Festival without flowers or wine, you will feel like a wild monk. Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang gave me a reading lamp.
Translation: Without flowers or fine wine, I spent the Qingming Festival desolately; my mood and interest were like those of an old monk in a small temple in the mountains. Yesterday I asked the old neighbor for a new fire; today it was just dawn, so I quickly lit the scholar's oil lamp in front of the window.
3. "Qingming Night"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.
On a Qingming night with a hazy moon and a good wind, the governor of the imperial palace built a red pavilion. Walking around the corridor alone, I sing and sing, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at the flowers in secret.
Translation: On the night of Qingming Festival, when the breeze is blowing and the moon is hazy, the railings made of jasper and the walls made of red bricks are the governor's mansion. Walking alone in the winding corridor, singing, hearing the sound of strings in the distance, and silently admiring the flowers.
4. "The Qingming Festival"
Tang Meng Haoran.
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting.