When is Tomb-Sweeping Day in 2034? What ancient poems describe Qingming?

What is the Qingming in your impression? It always rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Even if you have a holiday, you can only stay at home except sweeping the grave. It is raining everywhere when going out, which is not only inconvenient, but also gives people a feeling of loneliness. At this time, we might as well read some ancient poems related to Qingming to cultivate sentiment and see what Qingming looks like in the eyes of ancient poets.

The year 2034 is Wednesday, April 5th in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

day of mourning

(Song) High recommendation

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and blood and tears are dyed into red azaleas.

The fox sleeps on the grave of the sun and returns to the children at night to smile at the lights.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

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(Tang) Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Cold food is on the road.

(Tang) Song Wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

cold drink and snack

(Tang) Han Yi

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.

The door is that thing

(Tang)

The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;

Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

"Ruan Langgui" In the middle of the southern spring,

(Tang) Ouyang Xiu

When the spring in the south has passed halfway, the wind and the smell of Ma Si are blowing on my face.

Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.

The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and the curtains hang down.

Swing grass and trap clothes, draw beams and live in Shuang Yan.

Picking Mulberry Seeds is as good as Qingming West Lake.

(Song) Ouyang Xiu

During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is ready and full of prosperity. Whose road is it?

Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers.

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(Tang) Li Jianxun

He took the wine to find incense, and I closed the door and had a good sleep alone.

Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.

Mourning at Qingming Night in Lake Temple

(Tang)

I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.

Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.

For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.

Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.

Look at the city after Tomb-Sweeping Day

(Tang) Liu Changqing

After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.

Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.

There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.

Qingming Japanese song Jiang Huaiyou

(Tang) Luo Yin

Jun and Tiansu are old friends, so I'm going to make friends.

For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.

Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.

Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.

Qingming is the most important thing

(Tang) Meng Haoran

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.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

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(Tang) Sun

In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.

Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.

Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.

Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.