The calligraphy works of Qingming ancient poems are as follows:
1. Qingming Du Mu (Tang Dynasty)
During Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village.
In the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzles are falling, and all the travelers on the road are down and out. Ask local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows. The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossom.
2, "Qingming Festival" Yu Wang (Song Dynasty)
No flowers and no wine lead to Qingming Festival, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk. Yesterday, from the neighbor's discussion of new kindling, in the early days of the ching Ming festival, in front of the window lighting, sat down to study.
After spending time in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers or wine, Xiao Suo's interest was like that of a monk living in a temple in Shan Ye. Yesterday, he asked for a new fire from his neighbor, lit a lamp at the window at dawn and sat down to study.
3, "Qingming Festival" Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums laughed, and only dragons and snakes were born in the Noda wasteland, and the grass and trees in the suburbs were soft after the rain. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, and those who are willing to burn to death are unfair. A wise fool knows who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
translation; During the Qingming Festival, peach and Li Bai are in full bloom with smiles. The graves covered with weeds in the fields are bleak, and the spring thunder is rolling, waking up the hibernating dragons, snakes and insects; The abundant spring rain moistens the countryside and makes the vegetation green and soft. In ancient times, some people went in and out of graves to beg for sacrificial food to show off to their wives and concubines, and some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death by fire. No matter the sage or the mediocre, who knows after a thousand years? The last thing left in the world is just weeds everywhere.