The poems about the Qingming solar term are as follows:
1. Qingming (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu: During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, 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.
2. Cold Food Wild Hope Song (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi: The crows and magpies make noise in the dark trees. Who will cry when eating cold food during the Qingming Festival? Paper money flies in the wind 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. The heavy spring in the dark can't be heard, and people go back in the rain.
3. Qingming Night (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi: Good wind and hazy moon on Qingming Night, the blue and red pavilions are built to assassinate the historian. Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
4. On the Qingming day, I climbed up to the Laojun Pavilion and looked at Luocheng. Bai Juyi, a Taoist priest from the Tang Dynasty (Tang Dynasty), said: "On the Qingming day, the scenery and fireworks are beautiful, and the city is filled with songs, sorrows and joys." Why don't you 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.
5. Watching prostitutes dancing and listening to guest poems on Qingming Day (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi: Watching the dancing faces are like jade, and listening to the rhymes of the poems are 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. Say goodbye to flowers and send cold food, and feel at ease at this time.
6. Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu: When the morning comes, new fires and new smoke rise, and the spring scenery of the lake 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. The mountains and forests of Zhongding have different natures, and my years are filled with thick wine and coarse rice.