"Qingming"
Tang Dynasty · Du Mu
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
If you spend Qingming without flowers and wine, your interest will be as low as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
"Qingming"
Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild 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.
"Qingming Night"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
On the Qingming night with a hazy moon and a beautiful wind, a red pavilion was built in blue to assassinate the historian. Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
"Two Poems of the Qingming Festival"
Tang Dynasty·Du Fu
When the morning comes, new fires and new smoke rise, and the lake's spring scenery clears the passenger ships. He is content with the embroidered feathers holding the flowers, but I have no chance of the beauty riding on the bamboo. It's hard to end the Hu boy, and the Chu girl's waist is also pitiful. The old place of Dingwang City is no longer there, but Jia Fu’s well is still there. In reality, he borrowed money from Yan Jun to sell divination. Different natures in the mountains and forests of Zhongding, muddy rice, coarse rice and rice will last my year
"The Qingming Festival on Su Di"
Wu Weixin of the Song Dynasty
The wind blows from the pear blossoms to the Qingming Festival , the wanderer half left the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Wine on Qingming Day"
Gao Zhu, Song Dynasty
There are many tombs on the hills in the north and south, and Qingming sacrifices and sweeps are different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.
"Walking in the Suburbs"
Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty
You can do whatever you want in the green fields of Fangyuan, and spring is surrounded by distant mountains and green mountains. Xing Zhuan Chao Hong passes through the willow alley, and he sits on the moss rock near the flowing water. Mo Ci drank a lot of wine to persuade her, but she was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away. The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"Ching Ming Festival in Chang'an"
Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty
Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but they can make the grass more vigorous. The internal officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the prime minister distributed the money in vain. The purple streets are hissing and the red are shouting, and the green poplars are high and reflect the swing. Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery looks like it did in the past.
"Qingming Day"
Tang Dynasty · Wen Tingyun
In the fan painted by Qing'e, the spring trees are red with tulips. It goes out of the flower dew and returns to the weak willow wind. The arrogant horse avoids the situation, and the chicken is frightened and comes out of the coop. Who sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.
"The Event at Lumen"
Tang Dynasty·Zhang Ji
Farmers recruited love boats, the spring grass was green and thousands of fields were green; they tried to go to Wumen to peek at the county Guo, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
"Send off Chen Xiucai and visit his grave on the sand"
Ming Dynasty Gao Qi
My clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos. After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves are there descendants?
"Renxu Qingming Works"
Qu Dajun in the Qing Dynasty
The morning is light and cold and the evening is overcast, and I don't realize that spring is deep in my sorrow. Flowers fall with tears due to wind and rain, and birds sing ruthlessly from ancient times to the present. The country is in a dream, and Chinese figures are disappearing. Dragons and snakes return to nowhere from all over the world, and the cold food year after year makes them feel disappointed.
"On the Qingming Day on the Lidu Road"
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
It rains with a towel and a side hat. The flowers are burning in the mountain scenery, and the willows are lying in the sound of the water. The stone horse stands in the road, and the paper kite sings in the air. After the people in the palace dispersed, the black bird was facing west and east.
"The Lords Presented to the Hall during the Qingming Festival"
Yuan·Gaoqi
The new smoke is burning along the willow wall, and the apricot cheese is fragrant. . There are mountains all around the country in the white sky. During the Qingming Festival, no one will miss home. There are fragrant grasses under the tomb of Marquis Bian, and flowers fall in front of Lady Lu's door. I am happy to have an old friend waiting for the imperial edict, and I plan to get drunk in Beijing with spring wine.
"Sending Friends in the Garden on Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty
Today is the Qingming Festival, and the garden is full of success. The clear wind blows the catkins, and the new fire creates smoke in the kitchen. Ducao opens three paths, and the article recalls two wise men. When will I be able to live my life? Before the wine falls and the flowers fall. "Drinking Alone on Qingming Day"
Wang Yucheng of the Song Dynasty
A county official has no time but his deputy envoy, and the cold festival of the year is Qingming. When spring comes and spring goes, leisure, hatred and sorrow arise everywhere. Painted swallows and orioles boast a strong tongue, while willow flowers and elm pods compete with each other for their light body. She took off her clothes in exchange for Shangshan wine, and laughed at Li Sao alone.