Original: It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Meaning: When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the poet couldn't go home to sweep the grave, but he was running around on a foreign road alone, and his heart was no longer a taste; Besides, the weather is not good, a sullen face, the drizzle of cattle hair will fall one after another, the eyes are foggy, and the spring clothes are wet. Poet, it's heartbreaking! Find a hotel to shelter from the rain, warm up and eliminate the sadness in your heart, but where is the hotel? He asked the shepherd boy where there was a hotel, and the shepherd boy pointed to the hotel in Xinghua Village in the distance.
Technique: express your homesickness through the scenery in Qingming Festival.
Theme: With beautiful and vivid language, it depicts a picture of a living elf asking for directions in the rain.
Feeling: homesickness.
Feeling: People who are alone are doubly homesick on holidays.
Note: "The literary circle of this poem is basically determined to be a fake poem. First, this poem is probably not written by Du Mu, and second, it is probably not written for Qingming. " Dr. Shi Aidong, an associate researcher at the Institute of Literature of China Academy of Social Sciences, pointed out when he was a guest at the Jintai Hall of People's Daily Online.
One of the poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day:
The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival 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.
"Seeing Deng Rui's second son home in Qingming Festival" Don Dai Shulun
The bells and drums ring away from the sun, and the car urges the night clothes.
The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted.
Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.
Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today.
The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival —— Don 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.
Song of the Qing Dynasty Tomorrow Jiang Huaiyou-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.
The second poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day
Cold food-Tang Meng Yun Qing
Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness.
Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day-Tang Sun Yinchang
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.
Memories for brothers in Qingming Festival —— Don Wei Wu Ying
Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.
Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.
Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
Chang 'an Tomb-Sweeping Day-Tang Wei Zhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.
The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.
The third poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
On the way to cold food (Tang Dynasty) 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.
Things outside the door (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.
Qingming Festival (Song) Wang Yuqiao
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.
Cold Food on the Tomb (Song) Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Doing things in the suburbs (Song) Cheng Hao
Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;
Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;
Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;
Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
The fourth poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Tomb-Sweeping Day-Song and Huang Tingjian
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day-Song Wang Yu
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.
"Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.
In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.
The fifth poem about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Wang Yucheng's Tomb-Sweeping Day
Original poem: no flowers and no wine, too clear, and the taste is bleak like a wild monk. 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.
The whole poem uses ten rhymes, and the first sentence borrows eight rhymes. Therefore, steaming is listed in the front together with Geng Qing.
On the way to cold food (Tang Dynasty) 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 food (Tang) Hanyi
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.
Cold Food on the Tomb (Song) Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Things outside the door (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.
"Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" (Song) Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
Doing things in the suburbs (Song) Cheng Hao
Fiona Fang is wild and wild, and spring enters the surrounding mountains and rivers; Xing Zhuan's chaos is red through Liuxiang, and it is because of the flowing water that he sits on the Emperor Ji.
Don't say that the wine is very drunk, lest it be romantic; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
"Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.
Qingjiang attracts Qingming Day Tour (Ming) Wang Pan
Where is the non-smoking section in the west building? Green fields and sunny roads. In the willows of Ma Si, people laugh and swing, and the sound of warblers always makes Chunzui drunk.
Qingming Festival
Poetry and Painting/Wu Outing
Snail green can pick dinner, and Mo Mo Yao has no bottle of red calyx.
Looking at Shuang Yan in Qingming Festival, the community is close to new tea.