In study, work and even life, everyone is familiar with those catchy poems, which are full of feelings and imagination. Still struggling to find excellent classic poems? The following is my collection of ancient poems describing Qingming, hoping to help you.
1, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
2, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food Dongfeng Liu Yu is oblique. -Han Yi's Cold Food
3. Swallows come to Xinhua News Agency, Qingming, pear flower falls. -Yan Shu's Spring Scenes
4. At sunset, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into Wuhou's home. -Han Yi's Cold Food
In May and February, Jiangnan is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sad. -Meng Yunqing's Cold Food
6, the emperor is bright, and the people are worried. -Meng Haoran, "Qingming is a thing"
7. The situation is clear and sunny. You might as well travel and forget to come back. -Cheng Hao's "Suburbs are Things"
8. Dismantle tung flowers, drain rainwater and wash Qingming. -Liu Yong's "Magnolia is slow, Tonghua is bright"
9. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
10, cold food in Ming dynasty, another spring. —— Gu Taiqing's "Planting Begonia in Linjiang the Day Before Qingming Festival"
1 1. -Du Fu's "Small Cold Food in the Boat"
12, a chilly day in spring. -Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha Dandang Spring Cold Food Day"
13. Pears are in full bloom, and wanderers are out of town looking for spring. -Wu Weixin's "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing"
14, the moonlight in the atrium is clear, and countless flowers have gone without a shadow. -Zhang Xian's "Magnolia Yi Mao Xing Wu Cold Food"
15, the eyes are full of gossamer catkins. When the apricot blossoms, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on Qingming"
16, no flowers, no wine, too clear, boring like a wild monk. -Wang Yucheng, "Tomb-Sweeping Day"
17, listen to the wind and rain. -Wu Wenying's "hyacinthus orientalis, Listen to the Wind and Rain"
18, plain clothes didn't sigh, and it was clear enough to go home. -Lu You's First Night of Spring Rain in Lin 'an
19, I immediately encountered cold food, worried that it was late spring. -Song Wenzhi, "Cold Food on the Way: Huangmei Linjiang Post to Cui Rong"
20, the festival is sunny and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland is only sad. -Huang Tingjian's Tomb-Sweeping Day
2 1, there are many grave fields in the hills of north and south, which is different in Tomb-Sweeping Day. -Gao Zhu "Qingming Day Wine"
22, six songs withered near the green trees, the willow wind was light, showing golden light. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on Qingming"
23, the wind and rain pear blossoms have been cold, how many descendants will come to sweep the grave? -Gao Qi's "Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province"
24. It's a pity that all the songs are at dusk. -Huang Xiaomai's "Qingming Near Xiangchun jathyapple"
White grass No.25, Lengshi Road, Hua Qian, whose tree is the car? -Feng Yansi's "Where to Go in a few days"
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Poems describing Qingming
Tomb-Sweeping Day's grief
Nothing is better than being remembered by everyone.
Greater sacrifice.
Nothing is better than being remembered by the people forever.
More noble libation!
Your inscription is
Inscribed in the hearts of the people
Your great achievements,
Great feat.
Or bits and pieces in the ordinary?
But because of the infiltration of your true feelings,
As bright as a star
That's great.
I use my soul.
A pious touch
Your short but eternal life
Condensed words,
Every touch
My ignorant soul is like an experience.
The baptism of thoroughly remould oneself;
My conscience was abandoned by desire,
Is being punished and tortured.
All white and elegant flowers
Should gather in front of your grave,
This is a continuation of your elegance,
This is the condensation of your stereo.
All compassionate hearts
You should review it,
Even if it is hypocritical.
That's awe,
That's also humbleness.
Facing the fear and retreat of the nobility.
Standing at your grave,
I feel my heart is bleeding!
Lament the boundless sky
Whose depravity
Let your glory
Because of their corruption?
Whose erosion is it?
Let your grace
Die for their sins?