1, Qingming
Wang Yucheng [Song Dynasty]
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day has no flowers and wine, just like a monk in a temple in Shan Ye. Yesterday, I asked my neighbor for a new stove. At dawn, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.
Qingming is the most important thing.
Meng Haoran [Tang Dynasty]
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.
When the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Kyoto comes again, people will naturally feel sad and nostalgic. The sound of the carriage rang on the road in a complicated way, and the breeze on the outskirts of Dongcheng was lush. Falling flowers fly, grass grows together, orioles fly around, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting alone in the empty hall, recalling the past, taking tea instead of wine to console myself.
3. Qingming Night
Bai Juyi [Tang Dynasty]
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.
On a clear night, the breeze is blowing gently, the moonlight is hazy, and the bluestone steps are covered with red railings. This is the Secretariat House. A person stops in the circuitous corridor, listening to the distant orchestral music and silently enjoying the blooming flowers in the courtyard.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day wine
Gaozhu [Song Dynasty]
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
There are many cemeteries in Nanbei Mountain. During the Qingming Festival, people are busy sweeping graves to pay homage. Burned paper ash flies like a white butterfly, acacia turns into tears, and tears fall into blood, just like a red cuckoo. At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, their children go home and laugh in front of the lights. Life is like this. There is wine today, and you will get drunk today. A hundred years later, you can't even bring a drop to the ground.
This is a problem of doing things in the suburbs.
Cheng Hao [Song Dynasty]
When Fiona Fang's green fields roam freely, spring comes around Yaoshanbi.
Chasing the red petals of the wind in the breeze and passing through the swaying alleys; When he feels sleepy, he sits on a mossy stone and rests by the stream.
Sue shouldn't refuse this cup of wine, and don't let the most sincere heart drink it. I'm afraid the wind will blow flowers and pieces will fly everywhere.
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.
I like my trip to Yuan Ye very much, where there are lots of grass everywhere. The distant mountains are full of spring, surrounded by full of green. Chasing the falling flowers flying in the wind and crossing the wicker swaying alley with great interest; When you feel sleepy, sit on a mossy stone by the stream and have a rest. Don't refuse this glass of wine, and live up to your sincere advice. I'm just afraid that the wind will blow the flowers away and the fragments will fly away. In addition, today is Tomb-Sweeping Day. When it's sunny, you may as well play at will, but you can't forget it.