Bai Juyi's poem "Yyin of Cold Food and Wild Hopes" describes the scene of the tomb sacrifice at that time:
"Yan of Cold Food and Wild Hopes"
Crows and magpies noisy in the dark trees, and cold food is eaten during the Qingming Festival Who is crying?
The wind blows paper money flying in the wilderness, and the spring grass is green on the ancient tombs.
Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is the place where life and death part.
There is a heavy spring that cannot be heard, and people go back in the rain.
"On the Qingming Festival on the Lidu Road"
Fan Chengda
It rains with a towel and a side hat. The flowers are burning in the mountain scenery, and the willows are lying in the sound of the water.
Stone horses stand on the road, and paper kites sing in the sky. (Tufan) After the people have dispersed, the black bird is looking west and east
This five-rhythm song is like a wide-angle lens, capturing the panoramic view of the spring fields during the Qingming Dynasty. Scholars went on a leisurely spring outing, kites buzzed in the air, and birds pecked at the offerings. With both sorrow and joy, this is truly a unique festival. However, although the Qingming Tomb Festival was desolate and sad, by the Tang and Song Dynasties, the culture of feasting and traveling had also been formed.
The Tang Dynasty poet Gu Feixiong's poem "Changan Qingming Talks" shows the relationship between them:
"Chang'an Qingming Talks"
Emperor Ming Dynasty During the Qingming Festival, we also chased tourists out of the forbidden city.
The fragrant orioles on Jiumo are chirping, and the weather is clear for thousands of cars and horses.
By the Tang Dynasty, the customs of cold food, Qingming Festival and tomb sweeping had been combined into one. It is the golden time of spring, and outdoor activities such as Qingming Tomb Festival are already suitable for tourism. This was true in the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, and it was no exception in the Qing and recent times. In recent times, this custom is still very popular. Praying to God and worshiping Buddha can be regarded as superstitious, and the person who does it will not feel uneasy, but offering sacrifices to the deceased is not. There are many reasons for people who do this to have a bloated belly, and they can feel at ease no matter what they do. So, it was convenient for the North to carry loads and boxes, and the South for the boat to carry wine, and go to the grave in a lively manner.
Qingming Festival Couplet:
The spring breeze blows heavily; I miss my loved ones even more during the festival.
The swallows come at the Spring Society; the pear blossoms lag behind at the Qingming Festival.
In March, the locust trees and the fire change; the second news is known by the apricot blossoms.
When we meet, there is a rain of peach blossoms; I am delighted to see the apricot blossoms in front of the tree.
The cool breeze and bright moon are priceless; everything near the water and the distant mountains has feelings.
The locust trees are replaced by the light of spring; the disappearance of apricot flowers is known by the rain.
I often dream when I see things and miss my relatives; the words are still in my mind.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the scenery is good; the moon and stars are sparse and there are many sacrifices.
The tombs of ancestors are visited every year; the tradition of elders is still present everywhere.
The fire ban falls early this year; who is busy in Feihua Town?
Cold food and rain spread for one hundred and five days; flowers and trade winds come for twenty-four springs.
The spring breeze has lifted thousands of layers of snow; future generations will never forget the kindness of our martyrs.
Having a deep understanding of the endless flowing water and the eternal hatred of the sunset;
The setting sun in the spring breeze makes everyone think about the fallen flowers and how sad they are in the dying day
Poems about Qingming Festival
"Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
"Cold Food on the Way" (Tang) Song Zhiwen
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way. It's a pity that when I look at Jiangpu, I can't see anyone from Luoqiao.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister. In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
"Cold Food" (Tang Dynasty) Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
"Lu Men Ji Shi" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
Farmers recruit love boats, the spring grass is green and thousands of fields;
Try to take a look at Wumen In Junguo, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
"Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
After Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
"The Qingming Festival at Su Di" (Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Cold Food on the Tomb"
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How fine is Jian Zhifu! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to Sucao, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest when entering the festival.
"Walking in the Suburbs"
(Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
Walking around in the green grass and green fields, spring comes into the distant mountains and green surroundings;
< p>The red flowers are flowing through the willow alleys, because the flowing water is sitting on the moss rocks;Mo Cichang wine is very encouraging, but I am afraid that the wind will turn the flowers red;
It is a good weather during the Qingming Festival , you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Send off Chen Xiucai and visit his grave on the sand"
(Ming Dynasty) Gao Qi
My clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many graves have descendants?
Poetry for Qingming Festival
Qingming Night
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On Qingming night with a good wind and hazy moon, the blue-built red pavilion is used by the historian.
Walking alone around the corridor, I rested, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
On the Qingming day, I went to the Laojun Pavilion to look at Luo City and presented a gift to the Han Taoist priest
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the Qingming day, the scenery and fireworks are beautiful, and the city is filled with songs, sorrows and joys.
Why not follow Dongluoshui? Whose family will be buried in Beimang Mountain.
There are endless carriages and horses on the middle bridge, and there is no idle time for boats and sailing on the lower bridge.
The tombs are crowded with people, and Liaodong is disappointed to see the cranes fly back.
Watching prostitutes dancing and listening to guest poems on the Qingming Festival
Tang Bai Juyi
Looking at the dancers is like jade, and listening to the poems is like gold.
Qiluo smiles from Xu, and the string instrument may sing.
It’s a pity that the spring breeze is old and the wine cup is too deep.
Citing flowers and sending cold food, and feel at ease at this time.
Send Deng Rui's two sons back home on Qingming Day
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
Leave the day with noisy bells and drums, and drivers hurry to dress for the night.
The kitchen at dawn becomes hot, and the willows turn into frost.
Looking at Huafa through the mirror, talking about hometown while holding a cup.
Every time I hate the tears of my children, I feel guilty today.
On the morning of Hanshi Qingming, I went to Wangmen to lead the ceremony.
Li Qiao of Tang Dynasty
Tourists flocked to Liang Mansion and entered Chutai in the morning.
The smoke of locust trees disperses at dawn, and the elm fire blooms in spring.
The sun brings a clear rainbow, and flowers come with early butterflies.
The strong wind rides the festival, and the rest blows light dust.
Qingming Festival Poems
"Qingming Sketches"
It has been a long time since the sun left the cliff in the east
The wind rolled on the branches, we saw
The swift is like a sponge in the air
Sucking the sound of dim water
We walk into the mountains and fields to complete the living
< p>A due obligation, embracing us head-onIt is love in various forms and invisible hands
This makes us even more lonely
We come To the edge of this life
In a dark mood, raise a glass and drink tears
Cry for yourself, use the memories and grief of the deceased
And They said: Living, you are enough
"Sacrifice to the Soul"
The festival of the dead, the carnival of tears
The sound of whips, tribute fruits and incense candles have constituted
The scenery is beautiful
We walked through many rigid wooden shelves
Those souls crowded together
As if for warmth< /p>
Close to each other
These souls are quiet and silent
In their own boxes
Reminiscent of the streets and acquaintances they once walked
A certain thing, and
The love that could not be obtained in the early years
Now the body has been sawed
It has been carved and painted
Different from before
Listen, the sound of firecrackers is endless, like many people hitting the table with empty porcelain bowls with their hands
Another way to express it is that
We throw all kinds of emotions
like dice on the table
and then put them away
Make one voice
O white ashes, the best of morals
These souls no longer use
words, movements and eyes
They have cleaned up their lives long ago
No longer welcome guests or lend them out
The few breaths they still have left
are our long-term and short-term memories< /p>
The pastries and fruits we brought today are genuine
To them, they look like a person in a dream
All kinds of dreams
Indirect things, rich fantasies
Eat, this is life
You can touch it
Pass through Flame, these souls are like birds
Have settled in a self-sufficient box
No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter; they began to regret
These long-lost The imprisoned soul
How longing is like dust
between heaven and earth, like rain in the wind
or light filtering down between trees
< p>Look, light smoke is everywhere, we seeSincere memories have turned into heavy fog
Once a year, on the steps
On the lawn Over time, these boxes
were worshiped by us and wiped with tears
And the incense candles were like our sorrow
gradually burned into ashes
< p>Close to each otherAs if for warmth
Those souls squeezed together
We walked through many rigid wooden shelves
The scenery is beautiful
The sound of whips, tribute fruits and incense candles have constituted it
The festival of the dead, the carnival of tears
"April 26th in the Mountains" "Mother's Notes"
One
The big hands of white clouds protect a mountain
Barren mountains and bald ridges; relatives burst into tears
I don't care Moved, trance-like
My soul is talking to your soul
The grass branches are broken, and the subtle sounds made in my hands
are all for you Information; through nature
The hustle and bustle of life and the loneliness of death come to a tacit understanding
It is like two opposite doors opening
A kind of emotion slowly flows in it, Peaceful and enchanted
Two
Received unprecedented glory both during life and after death
Eleven years ago, everyone looked up at a comet
p>Huiwei circled the city in a majestic and tragic manner
Everyone who saw it took off their hats to pay tribute
Colorful garlands once stacked up on the mountain to form a fortress of memory
The brilliant stars are now as rotten as mud
The sky is covered with weeds, like a flagpole with silk torn off
Elegant to the glorious past in the cool breeze; the cemetery is in ruins< /p>
Only thousands of mountain ants will protect you day and night
三
The stele is like ice, warming my heart
Si Ye Xiao Sha , my love is overwhelming
As in previous years, I burst into tears when I went down the mountain
Because the saddest thing is separation; I am about to join in the chaos
In the interpersonal relationship, perform various obligations
Stick to your duties for others
Enjoy life with the twists and turns of various emotions
Take hard work and pain as actions The reward
In the end, like you, I say to people: I am worthy of my life
"Personal Qingming Festival"
One day earlier than this year's Qingming Festival
The day that is earlier or later than every year
is our personal Qingming Festival
This day took countless turns on the mountain road
< p>Going up countless slopes and going down countless slopesWe have to go far away to see our loved ones
Through the Qingming Festival, we see our loved ones come to life
< p>Walking in front of our eyes, speaking in tearsThen dying again
Every Qingming Festival every year
Our relatives continue to live Come and die
This is just life as we understand it