1, Qingming Night (Tang Bai Juyi)
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
Translation:
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze blows gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red brick are the house of the secretariat.
A person walks in a circuitous corridor, singing, listening to the sound of strings coming from a distance, and silently enjoying flowers.
2. Qingming (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.
Translation:
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.
Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
3. Qingming is a matter (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.
Translation:
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green.
Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
4. Qingming (Wang Songyu)
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Translation:
No flowers, no wine, a deserted Tomb-Sweeping Day, watching others celebrate the Cold Food Festival, but I am not interested, just like a wild monk.
I borrowed a light from my neighbor's house yesterday, got up early in the morning and studied quietly!
5. Qingming (in front of Huang Songting)
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.
People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Translation:
During the Qingming Festival, peach, red, plum and white are like smiling faces. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad.
Spring thunder rolled, waking up the hibernating dragons and snakes, and timely rain moistened the soft vegetation in the suburbs.
In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death.
Who knows whether they are poor and stupid or virtuous and clean? Now there is nothing left but weeds.