Qingming was just the name of a solar term at first, and later became a festival to commemorate ancestors, which was related to the Cold Food Festival. Jin Wengong designated the second day of the Cold Food Festival as Tomb-Sweeping Day. In most parts of Shanxi, the day before Tomb-Sweeping Day was the Cold Food Festival. Tomb-Sweeping Day in Yushe County and other places celebrated the Cold Food Festival two days ago; Yuanqu County also pays attention to Tomb-Sweeping Day's Cold Food Festival the day before, and the light cold food the day before.
At home on a cold night, Chinese wine is out of the blue. -Zhao Changqing's "Linjiangxian Hunchun"
Wild pond flowers fall, rush by, clear. -Xin Qiji's Niannujiao Liu Shudong Village Wall
Go straight to your husband! 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 on the Tomb
The towel is covered with snow, and the mirror face is faded early. -Wang Anshi's Cold Food in Chen Chen
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"
It's a pity that a serenade is given to dusk. -Huang Xiaomai's "Qingming Near Xiangchun jathyapple"
Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness. -Meng Yunqing's Cold Food
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"
Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave. -Cheng Hao's "Suburbs are Things"
Listen to the wind and rain. -Wu Wenying's "hyacinthus orientalis, Listen to the Wind and Rain"
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
I immediately encountered cold food, and I was worried that it was late spring. -Song Wenzhi, "Cold Food on the Way: Huangmei Linjiang Post to Cui Rong"
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad. -Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. -Gao Zhu "Qingming Day Wine"
A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car? -Feng Yansi's "Where to Go in a few days"
Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on Qingming"
The biting cold wind stung the face, and the plum blossoms were like snow and apricot red. -Han Wo "Late Night"