A poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day's memory of his parents 1. A poem about remembering parents in Qingming Festival.
Parents Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Qingming worships the new grave, and the loving mother rests in peace.
Parents belong to cranes, and yin and yang are separated.
Pay equal attention to kindness and prestige, have strict family training, and share joys and sorrows with children and grandchildren.
A wick of incense is inexhaustible, and two lines of tears are grateful.
Qingming express one's feelings
Looking at the graveyard in my hometown, I can't sweep away my tears.
My heart flies with the geese, and my tears dye the cuckoo in Guanshan.
I miss staying online in my later years, and I miss sitting in front of the screen in my later years.
Life is rough, you must be diligent, and the sunset will comfort Jiuquan.
Qingming Festival
I know from a distance that my brother is visiting the new grave, and it is also heartbreaking to meet again in different places.
This is a question of respecting relatives and thinking constantly. Everyone can't live without their ancestors.
Qingming memorial service depends on the situation, and fraternity promotes future generations.
Mourning, mourning and comfort, full of tears and deep gratitude.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems mourning his parents
1. "Queqiao Xianbuyun to Mr. Lao He"
Farewell to Hongshan, a few degrees tonight, near Qingming time.
And the dream of going to the hometown of poetry, I'm scared.
Cherry blossoms attract visitors, and Chi Ting is drunk, visiting relatives and friends for several days.
I intend to go to Wuyuan Spring again, miss my hometown and linger in Jiangyou.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Thousands of fires are cold and willow smoke is light, but the road is clear but affectionate;
The crow can't stop, and it's hard to get drunk on earth;
The son pushes three knives to cut the meat, and the high-impedance seeks the monument.
The nightmare of the world of mortals is waking up, and the spring beans are clear.
Flowers bloom in March, and Ziyannan comes to break Ziyun.
Feed the fish with grass and the fish will get drunk.
Another year in the Peach Blossom Garden, Feng Wanyun.
It's just right for ducks to try warm current. Don't forget to bring your poetic soul when you go hiking.
It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and I walked in the village in the rain.
What are you thinking at this time? I miss you, but I want to break my soul.
It's raining hard, who let the power paper pass through the small village?
Picking willow flowers and getting drunk, how can loess hide the soul of missing?
The cuckoo cries with blood, and the rain is full of tears.
Feet bow down to the grave, Jinxiu can't erase sadness.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
My hometown has been away from traveling for several years, and there has never been a sacrifice of weeds.
Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle.
Looking at the mountains in the north, I bowed devoutly and my father naturalized in the west.
Where the black butterfly flies, there is a faint sound of training in the sky.
4. The Case of Sacrificing Father Jade
The countryside is cold and blue, and where to go, lonely.
The snow is freezing and worrying about the two places, and the knuckles are flying, and new songs are not often played.
The big dipper is still missing, and the world is blue with cold.
I was so anxious that I didn't have a sacrifice at home. I sobbed at a loss and bowed at the full moon.
5. "Take a walk on a sunny day"
Crying rain hurts the soul, bowing, and drizzling in my heart.
Qingming withered flowers, boundless sadness floating in the sky.
Time flies and prosperity is like brocade. I can't remember the light like water,
It was difficult to write a book yesterday, and it was flashy like a dream.
6. "My mother is in hospital."
The house in Haolou is overcast, and you can't bear to spend a lot of money to smoke medicine.
Soil, ice and snow are destroyed every season, and the dead branches and weak willows are all dead.
The past and present are hard to redeem, and the Ming Dynasty has its own points.
Spring breeze warms people's faces, and sunny and rainy weather ushered in dust.
Qingming brings rain, spring red is halved, and weeds are deep.
Homeless wanderers return to their homeland to sweep graves and burn paper as a sign of filial piety.
Tears streamed down her face, her loved ones died young, and she abandoned her son to live alone in the world of mortals.
What about Jiuquan's parents? Who accompanies a lonely grave in the barren hills?
The paradise on earth has long gone, and the willow line is hanging in the spring breeze.
The solar terms are near Qingming, and those who pity tears are full of sorrow.
7. Qingming rain
There are tears in the moon, and the tea is cold and the wine is light and the pen is silent.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice is tight, and my heart is bitter.
8. "Promoting mulberry picking in Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Just near Qingming, pay homage to our ancestors and express our heartfelt wishes. I am totally in tears, and Cangshan is also sympathetic to others and misses my family.
Endure to see the paper and silk have burned out, speechless and sad, and send the spirit to the distance. If you think of your parents, it is difficult to report your feelings. Kneel first.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems in memory of his mother.
A white towel.
Sweep the dust off the tombstone.
A bunch of silk flower.
Sad for my mother.
Light a wick.
Tell my mother my parting words.
North in April
The unfrozen ice and snow remained in the cemetery.
The spring breeze is still cold
Tears in the eyes
Feel salty
Standing in front of the tombstone
Mother's smile, soft eyes
A heat wave hit my heart.
Your advice
Into a set of wind chimes
Sweet and moist soul
I have been growing up with my children.
Time has carved the scenery.
The climbing steps are irregular.
Climbing all the way to your arm
No matter how hard it is.
You always face it with a smile
It is windy today.
I know
That's what you charge your children.
Take good care of yourself.
You are still an umbrella for children.
Never left us.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems commemorating his loved ones.
"The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Tang Menghao ran.
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Bloom is gone, the grass grows, and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival Qi Huangong
New cigarettes make willows forbidden, and apricots are fragrant and vulgar.
There are mountains around the white sky, and there are no homesickness in Qingming.
Under the tomb of Bian Hou, the grass is misty and the flowers are reflected in front of Lu Nv.
I'm glad my old friend is waiting for a letter, and I plan to get drunk in Beijing.
Qingming Huangsong Pavilion Bamboo Slips
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Dead Hua Lian Chun Mu Song Li Guan
Take a walk in the pavilion at night.
Just after Qingming Festival, I gradually feel the pain in the Spring Festival Evening.
Count the rain and wind.
Hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and apricot have a faint fragrance.
Who is on the swing, whispering in laughter.
An inch of acacia, despair.
There is no place on earth that is arranged.
Spring scenery Shu
Swallow came to the news agency, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls.
At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves.
The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao.
The suspect had a good dream last night, but Yuan won today.
Laughter comes from two faces.
For reference.
5. A poem written by Tomb-Sweeping Day in memory of his mother.
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.
Eight classic Qingming poems
Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as the outing festival, is between April 4th and 6th every year according to the solar calendar, which is a good time for people to have a spring outing. Therefore, the ancients had the custom of going for an outing in Qingming and carrying out a series of sports activities. This custom has a history of more than 2000 years. In the vast treasure house of ancient literature, there are countless poems about Qingming. Eight classic poems handed down from ancient times, especially for readers:
Du Mu in Tomb-Sweeping Day
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Comments: This is the most widely circulated Qingming poem. The most wonderful words are "I want to break my soul", and the sadness of the mourners is vividly on the paper. Later generations also adapted this poem into a short sitcom in different ways-it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival. On the road, pedestrians want to break their souls. Excuse me, "where is the restaurant?" Shepherd boy (pointing): Xinghua Village.
Su Shi in Jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Comments: This is a love poem written in the Qingming Festival. Su Shi/Kloc-married Wang Fu at the age of 0/9, and the husband and wife were harmonious and loving. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in his hometown. Ten years after his wife's death, Su Shi, a Michigan official, dreamed of his dead wife in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Although the living and the dead are separated forever, they are "unforgettable without thinking." Especially in the dream, the husband and wife care for each other silently, which is touching.
Bai Juyi in Cold Food and Wild Hope
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.
On the Tomb of Cold Food Yang Wanli
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. The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Comment: This is how the author felt when he went to the grave. Focus on rendering the bleak scene on the way to the underworld. Lonely broken houses and dangerous bridges all give people a feeling of helplessness. So "just worry about it."
Before Qing dynasty and Ming dynasty
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad. Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Comments: I thought of the dead in the wilderness and the value of life from bloom. No matter how wise or stupid,
In the end, it's all wormwood, but the meaning of life is very different. As the contemporary people say, whether you are an official or for the people, you will eventually return to the same point: old. It's just that the process of life is different. The author's conception of this Qingming poem is much more profound, not only to mourn the dead, but also to alert the living.
Korean art in cold food
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.
Comments: Different from other poems about Qingming, this poem is obviously endowed with political color. Before Tomb-Sweeping Day in Tang Dynasty, ministers were given Qingming candles in the palace. As a result, the smoke lit by those candles enveloped the palace and scattered around, cleverly satirizing the number of privileged and powerful people.