Bai Juyi's poem "Cold Food and Wild Hopes" describes the scene of the tomb sacrifice at that time:
Cold Food and Wild Hopes
Bai Juyi
Crowing Magpie The trees are noisy and dim. Who will cry when eating cold food during the Qingming Festival?
The wind blows paper money flying in the wilderness, and the spring grass is green on the ancient tombs.
Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is the place where life and death part.
There is a heavy spring that cannot be heard, and people go back in the rain.
"On the Lidu Road on Qingming Day"
Fan Chengda
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.
Stone horses stand on the road, and paper kites sing in the sky. (Tufan) After the people dispersed, the black bird looked west and east
This five-rhythm song is like a wide-angle lens, capturing the panoramic view of the spring fields during the Qingming Dynasty. Scholars went on a leisurely spring outing, kites buzzed in the air, and birds pecked at the offerings. With both sorrow and joy, this is truly a unique festival. However, although the Qingming Tomb Festival was desolate and sad, by the Tang and Song Dynasties, the culture of feasting and traveling had also been formed.
The Tang Dynasty poet Gu Feixiong's poem "Changan Qingming Expressions" shows the relationship between them:
"Chang'an Qingming Expressions"
Emperor Ming Dynasty During the Qingming Festival, we also chased tourists out of the forbidden city.
The fragrant orioles on Jiumo are chirping, and the weather is clear for thousands of cars and horses.
By the Tang Dynasty, the customs of cold food, Qingming Festival and tomb sweeping had been combined into one. It is the golden time of spring, and outdoor activities such as Qingming Tomb Festival are already suitable for tourism. This was true in the Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, and it was no exception in the Qing and recent times. In recent times, this custom is still very popular. Praying to God and worshiping Buddha can be regarded as superstitious, and the person who does it will not feel uneasy, but offering sacrifices to the deceased is not. There are many reasons for people who do this to have a bloated belly, and they can feel at ease no matter what they do. So, it was convenient for the North to carry loads and boxes, and the South for the boat to carry wine, and go to the grave in a lively manner.
"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.
"Cold Food on the Way" (Tang Dynasty) Song Zhiwen
There will be cold food soon, and it is late spring on the way. It's a pity that when I look at Jiangpu, I can't see anyone from Luoqiao.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Pole is the minister of exile. In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
"Cold Food" (Tang Dynasty) Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
"Lu Men Ji Shi" (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji
Farmers recruit love boats, the spring grass is green and thousands of fields are green;
Try to take a look at Wumen In Junguo, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
"Qingming" (Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao
After Qingming without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday the neighbor was begging for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.
"The Qingming Festival at Su Di" (Song Dynasty) Wu Weixin
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Cold Food on the Tomb"
(Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli
How fine is Jing Zhifu! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to Sucao, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat cold food, and they only worry about the rest during the festival.
"Walking in the Suburbs"
(Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao
Walking around in the green grass and green fields, spring comes into the distant mountains and green surroundings;
< p>The red flowers in the willow alley are flowing, because the flowing water is sitting on the moss;Mo Cichang wine is very encouraging, but I am afraid that the wind will turn the flowers red;
It is a good weather during the Qingming Festival , you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
"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 have passed, how many graves have descendants?
"Qingming Night"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the Qingming night with a hazy moon and a good wind, a red pavilion was built in blue to assassinate the historian.
Walking alone around the corridor, I rested, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
"On the Qingming Day, I Climbed the Laojun Pavilion to Look at Luo City and Presented a Gift to the Han Taoist Priest"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
On the Qingming Day, the scenery and fireworks are beautiful, and the city is full of songs, sorrows and joys.
Why not follow Dongluoshui? Whose family will be buried in Beimang Mountain.
There are endless carriages and horses on the middle bridge, and there is no idle time for boats and sailing on the lower bridge.
The tombs are crowded with people, and Liaodong is disappointed to see the cranes fly back.
"Watching the Dance of Prostitutes and Listening to Guest Poems on Qingming Day"
Tang Bai Juyi
Looking at the dancers is like jade, and listening to the poems is like gold.
Qiluo smiles from Xu, and the string instrument may sing.
It’s a pity that the spring breeze is old and the wine cup is too deep.
Citing flowers and sending cold food, and feel at ease at this time.
"Sending Deng Rui's Two Sons Back Home on Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The departure day was noisy with bells and drums, and the carriage drivers rushed to dress for the night.
The kitchen at dawn becomes hot, and the willows turn into frost.
Looking at Huafa through the mirror, talking about hometown while holding a cup.
Every time I hate the tears of my children, I feel guilty today.
"Han Shi Qing Ming Day, go to Wangmen early to lead the success"
Li Qiao of Tang Dynasty
Tourists flock to Liang Mansion and enter Chutai towards the light.
The smoke of locust trees disperses at dawn, and the elm fire blooms in spring.
The sun brings a clear rainbow, and flowers come with early butterflies.
The strong wind rides the festival, and the rest blows light dust.
[Edit this paragraph] Qingming Festival Couplets
[2] The spring breeze blows again; I miss my loved ones even more during the festival.
The swallows come at the Spring Society; the pear blossoms lag behind at the Qingming Festival.
In March, the locust trees and the fire change; the second news is known by the apricot blossoms.
When we meet, there is a rain of peach blossoms; I am delighted to see the apricot blossoms in front of the tree.
The cool breeze and bright moon are priceless; everything near the water and the distant mountains has feelings.
The locust trees are replaced by the light of spring; the disappearance of apricot flowers is known by the rain.
I often dream when I see things and miss my relatives; my words are still in my mind.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the scenery is good; the moon and stars are sparse and there are many sacrifices.
The tombs of ancestors are visited every year; the tradition of elders is still present everywhere.
The fire ban falls early this year; who is busy in Feihua Town?
Cold food and rain spread for one hundred and five days; flowers and trade winds come for twenty-four springs.
The spring breeze has lifted thousands of layers of snow; future generations will never forget the kindness of our martyrs.
I have infinite ideas in my mind, and I will hate the setting sun over the flowing water for eternity;
Everyone thinks about the setting sun in the spring breeze, and how sad the fallen flowers are in the dying day.