"Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
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.
"Qingming" Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty
After spending Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
"The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" Lu You, Song Dynasty
The world has been as thin as gauze for many years, so who makes people ride horses in Beijing. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid slantingly, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Wear plain clothes and don’t sigh in the wind and dust. It’s still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.
"Broken Array·Spring Scene" Song·Yan Shu
When the swallows came to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lagged behind the Qingming Festival. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole sounds at the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the sun grows longer. The female companion next door to the east smiled cleverly, and greeted her on the mulberry picking path. I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night. I will win the battle with grass today, and smile will come from my two faces.
"Qingming" by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
"The Qingming Festival" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows. Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies fly. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.