Tomb-Sweeping Day is in the spring, everything is reviving, and the earth is green, so many poems and couplets describing Tomb-Sweeping Day have been handed down in ancient times. Here are the poems and couplets I prepared for you about Tomb-Sweeping Day. Please read them for reference.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is one of the traditional festivals in China, and it is also one of the three major sacrificial festivals. The traditional activity is grave-sweeping. The traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day of Han nationality in China began in the Zhou Dynasty, with a long history of more than 2,5 years.
Tomb-sweeping, commonly known as going to the grave, is an activity to sacrifice the dead. Most of the Han people and some ethnic minorities visit graves in Tomb-Sweeping Day. To this day, the custom of worshipping ancestors and mourning the dead relatives in Tomb-Sweeping Day is still very popular.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem:
Qingming Festival
(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
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 laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
"Cold Food"
(Tang) Han
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.
Qingming Night
Tang Baijuyi
It's windy and cloudy on Qingming Night, and the red porch is built with blue bricks to stab historians.
Walk around the cloister alone and rest, listening to the string tube from a distance and watching the flowers in the dark.
Dai Shulun in Tang Dynasty
The bells and drums are ringing away from the sun, and the drivers are urging the evening dress.
the kitchen has become a new fire, and the willow is dark and the frost is turned.
Look at Huafa in the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.
every time I feel the tears of my children, I'm wearing a dress today.
Liu Changqing in Tang Dynasty
After the Qingming Festival, the scenery is in front of Yunshan.
flowers are like the old days, and new smoke comes from every well.
there is no open space in the grass, and the river flows into the sky.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
Qingming Day Song Jiang Huaiyou
Tang Luo Yin
Jun and Tian Su are old friends, so I have to plan ahead when I make friends.
after two years of isolation from the dead, I was sad all day.
gulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot blossoms are suspicious and accompany people's worries.
widowed wives and young children should eat cold food, and look at Jiangling in tears.
Cold Food
Tang Mengyunqing
In February, the south of the Yangtze River was full of flowers, and the cold food in other places was far from sad.
Poor people often have no fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
Qingming is the Thing
Tang Menghao-ran
Emperors attach importance to Qingming, and people worry about themselves.
the sound of cars on the road is green.
flowers and grass are blooming together, and the warbler flies and the butterfly plays a double role.
sitting in an empty hall reminisces, drinking tea and chatting instead of getting drunk.
Qingming Festival
Tang Sunchangyin
In the late spring of Qingming Festival, I look at the northern hills.
when a fire blows, it opens a new flame, and tung flowers grow old branches.
Shen Ming is ashamed of old things, and a happy feast prevents friends from knowing.
not as good as the birds in the forest, move to the tree and feather the instrument.
Memories of Brothers on Qingming Day
Wei Yingwu in Tang Dynasty
Cold food prescriptions are sickly, and they are relaxed.
At last, I miss my hometown, and fireworks are everywhere in Qing Chuan.
The apricot porridge is still delicious, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.
I only hate my dear Yan, and I will spend this glorious year.
Chang 'an Qingming Festival
Tang Wei Zhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but they are as fragrant as grass and more Sandy.
at the beginning, the inner officials gave me the Qingming fire, and the upper officials shared the money for nothing.
The purple flowers are red and swaying, and the green poplars are high and painted on the swings.
visitors remember the event of peace, and secretly rejoice that the scenery is like that of the past.
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.
(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.
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.
Qingming Festival
Song Huang Ting-jian
In the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland only gives birth to sorrow.
the thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the rain made the grass soft in the suburbs.
people beg for sacrifices to my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
sages and fools have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
Qingming Festival
Song Wangyu
No flowers and no wine lead to Qingming Festival, 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.
(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?
A collection of ancient poems and sentences about Tomb-Sweeping Day written by Tomb-Sweeping Day
Cold food on the way
(Tang) Song Zhiwen
immediately had a cold food, 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.
The day before Qingming Festival is the Cold Food Festival. The ancients often associated Qingming with cold food. Because the two festivals were connected, the fire was banned for three days with cold food, and only cold food was eaten. By Qingming, a new fire was started, hence the name Cold Food Festival.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, a traditional festival in China, is a festival to worship ancestors. In addition to ancestor worship and grave sweeping, there have been temple fairs, race races, outing, swings, willow planting and other activities since ancient times. Therefore, there is not only the heavy mourning for ancestors, but also the laughter of outing.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's couplets:
Part I: Spring breeze blows the ground again
Part II: I miss my parents more in the festive season
Part II: Smoke reminds Sophora japonica leaves
Part II: The number of flowers in the wind season
Part II: Spring Society when the swallows come
Part II: Pear blossoms fall behind Qingming Festival
Part I: Spring breeze has solved thousands of problems. > bottom line: precepts are still in your ears
bottom line: cold food and rain spread for one hundred and fifty days
bottom line: Hua Xinfeng came to the 24th spring
bottom line: Sophora japonica replaced by fire in the spring
bottom line: apricot blossoms disappear from the rain and spread knowledge
top line: fire is forbidden every festival early this year
bottom line: who is Feihua Town busy for
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The setting sun will last forever. Part two: The spring breeze and the setting sun make people think.
Part one: Sacrificing to sweep the graves of ancestors every year.
Part two: In March, the time of the tree changes.
Part two: The knowledge of apricot blossoms.
Part one: Beautiful scenery and good scenery.
Part two: Moon stars rarely sacrifice and sweep more.
Part I: apricot, buttered elm soup comes next time
Part II: Shiquan, Huai Fire dreams of enjoying it
Part I: Spring returns to the earth, 9, Wan Li, cold food and rain
Part II: Twenty-four times of warm days in China, Hua Xinfeng
Part I: Where does apricot, buttered elm soup dream
Part II: Gan Sifan, who believes in Shiquan, Huai Fire is new?