On Qingming Festival, scholars in the past would inevitably have a lot of emotions and melancholy every time they came to this festival, and they would write poems about it. However, among the countless ancient Qingming poems, not many can be passed down and can be passed down from generation to generation, and even fewer can be called masterpieces. The following is the content of classic ancient poems about Qingming Festival, welcome to read!
The most famous one is "Qingming" by Du Mu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty:
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
In just twenty-eight characters, it fully captures people’s confused and confused mood during the Qingming Festival. The last two sentences are particularly praised by later generations. The term "Xinghua Village" originally refers to the village deep in the apricot blossoms. It is not a special name, but its influence has been felt. Later generations often use "Xinghua Village" as the name of hotels.
An excellent work about the Qingming Festival is "Qingming" by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty:
During the Qingming festival, the peach blossoms smile, but the wild graves only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and scholars burn to death unjust marquises.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
In this poem, the poet associates the tomb-sweeping during the Qingming Festival with the Qi people begging for food, and the cold food and smoking ban with the Jie Zitui who was burned to death in the Spring and Autumn Period of Jin. Finally, he laments: No matter wise or foolish, in the end they are just a handful of loess. This poem has a profound artistic conception and should be read together with "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" by Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at others because they can't see through it; there are no tombs of heroes in Wuling, and there are no flowers and no wine for hoeing."
"Two Poems of the Qingming Festival" written by the great poet Du Fu can also be called a masterpiece, the second one is especially good. His poem says:
My body is wandering in the bitter west and east, my right arm is withered and I am half deaf.
In silence, both of us shed tears, lying on our pillows in the empty space on the left side of the book.
Ten years of cuju will bring the young chick far away, and the customs of swinging are the same for thousands of miles.
Traveling geese go up to the clouds and return to the purple plug, and the family uses the green maple in the fire.
In the fireworks in the pavilions of Qincheng, the Han Dynasty is in the beautiful mountains and rivers.
When spring comes, the cave is vast, and the white apple is worried about killing the white-headed old man.
In this poem, the poet touches the scene during the Qingming Festival and is filled with emotions and emotions, narrating the misery of wandering. People can't help but think of another joint sentence of the poet: "The sad autumn is a frequent guest in thousands of miles, and a hundred years of illness alone appears on the stage."
Qingming is a sentimental season, and people's emotions are endless, and it is inevitable to have ups and downs. Perhaps On this day, I am saddened by the spring and autumn, and have "let down" the years, so that I can move forward with full energy in the coming days.