Hanyi Festival is a very traditional ghost festival in China, which has a history of thousands of years in China. In ancient times, some poets wrote poems to comme
Hanyi Festival is a very traditional ghost festival in China, which has a history of thousands of years in China. In ancient times, some poets wrote poems to commemorate their dead relatives during the Cold Clothes Festival. How much do you know about the ancient poems about Cold Clothes Festival? Come and have a look with me.
Seven ancient poems about Cold Clothes Festival: Cold Clothes Festival
The smoke is getting dusk, and the road fires are everywhere.
Send to the dead, burn all the money, and you will miss your family coldly.
The seven wonders are sad.
The new horse cut out the brocade makeup and knelt down to the southwest.
An old friend, Quancheng didn't wait, and sent paper money to Guicheng.
Seven wonders, mourning
I owe it to my family to send warm clothes to the streets tonight.
Suddenly, I recalled the real estate business in the world, and I will send my sadness with me.
Seven Laws of Cold Clothes Festival, the first day of October.
This section has nothing to do with me. I can't be excited at this age.
Looking at the Northwest Cross Street, the night reveals the invasion of dreams and souls.
The stars are cold because of the new moon, and the children send cotton-padded clothes and feathers.
Walk around me when you open the paper money. Yiyi should be two lapels.
Seven laws, think for the elderly.
Everything in the world is separated by yin and yang, but you can know before you are stupid.
Bitter with self-knowledge, happy with thinking of the elderly.
Tears send cold clothes, and cold fog fears wet paper foil.
Don't complain about the bitterness of this world, it makes you cry from spring.
Seven Laws and Worries about Snow
Goose feathers have been broken for a long time, and Hongyan has never been to Beiguan.
However, it is difficult to break the ice with a single paddle.
Cold clothes can warm the lonely door? The statue is still covered with trees.
Beating my chest for Gui Ling, Wang Xiang doesn't love Wushan anymore!
Wuyan Cold Clothes Festival
There are two boundaries between you and Ming, and cold and warm are always sad.
Burn paper everywhere and send cold clothes to every family.
Smoke rises in the vastness and leaves into the clouds.
The old look should be unforgettable. Who asked Lao Qu?
Why is it called Cold Clothes Festival? In the Ming Dynasty, Dong Liu and Yu Yi recorded the Cold Clothes Festival in detail in The Scenery of the Imperial Palace: "On October 1st, the paper will be cut into five colors to make men's and women's clothes, one foot long, one cold coat and one sparse print. It's like sending a book Every family has a night drink, and when it is called, it burns the door and says to send cold clothes. New mourning, white paper for it, saying that new ghosts dare not dress up. The person who sent the white clothes cried, female voice 19, male voice 11. "
Pan Rongbi's Cold Clothes Festival in Qing Dynasty is recorded in Jingdi's Cold Clothes Festival: "October New Year ..... Literati pay homage to their ancestors and sweep graves, such as the Central Plains instrument. In the evening, seal the book, add five-color silk to crown it with clothes and shoes, burn it outside the door, and say to send cold clothes. "
The Cold Clothes Festival is to commemorate who passed it down. During the Qin Shihuang period, there was a gentleman named Meng in Mengjiawan in the south of the Yangtze River. The old couple respect each other as guests and are close to each other. They often paint poems in the back garden. One year, an old man planted a gourd beside the rockery, which was flourishing and some vines climbed along the wall to Jiang's house next door. There is a big gourd on the vine of the string ginger family. After the autumn, the old man said to the Jiang family, "Cut the gourd in half, and your family is my half.". Unexpectedly, there is a lovely white chubby doll in the gourd, which was raised by the Meng family through consultation and named. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the girl is graceful and eighteen years old. Day after day, Meng Jiangnu fished out the fan in the water by the garden pond, which happened to be seen by Fan Xiliang who escaped from the corvee and hid in the garden bushes. Xiliang is a handsome young man, so the Meng family recruited him as a son-in-law. Unexpectedly, just when they got married, the pursuer came, took Fan Xiliang away and sent him to the north to repair the Great Wall of Wan Li. Meng Jiangnv misses her husband day and night and is extremely sad.
One day, snow fell in the south of the Yangtze River and the north wind roared. Meng Jiangnv shuddered and thought that her husband's clothes had been worn for several years. How could she resist the cold wind outside the Great Wall? She decided to make a warm coat for her husband and deliver it herself. So the cotton was thickly kneaded into a ball and sewed with a needle and thread, and a deep feeling of missing her husband was sewn into the cold clothes. After the cold clothes were delivered, she bid farewell to her parents, carried them on her back, and embarked on the road of delivering clothes all the way. Along the way, sometimes it is rainy and muddy, and it is difficult to walk; Sometimes the money wind suddenly rises, flying sand and stones, and the sky is dark; Sometimes the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, and the thorn beast; Sometimes it snows heavily, it's freezing, and the wind is biting. Despite the hardships, I still have a firm belief in my heart: let my husband put on warm clothes as soon as possible. However, when Meng Jiangnv came to the foot of the Great Wall, she never imagined that her husband Fan Xiliang was exhausted alive in the winter a year ago, and his bones were buried under the Great Wall in Wan Li.
Hearing this, Meng Jiangnv burst into tears. While crying, she beat the wall with her hand and shouted the name of "Fan Xiliang". Meng Jiangnv cried for a miserable husband and scolded a cruel tyrant. In her angry complaint, the storm roared in the sky and the raging waves rolled on the sea, all of which were on the Great Wall of Wan Li. Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a section of the Great Wall in Wan Li collapsed, exposing a bone. Meng Jiangnu cried for seven days and seven nights with her bones in her arms, and then burned her cold clothes. I saw the cold clothes slowly floating up, gradually falling on Meng Jiangnv for three times, and then firmly falling on the bones. ?