In ancient China, there were more than three poems describing Qingming or mourning for the dead.

Watching prostitutes dance and listening to guest poems in Qingming Festival

Tang Bai Juyi

Watch Yan Ruyu dance and listen to poetry like gold.

Laugh at yourself, and the string tube might as well sing.

Unfortunately, the spring breeze is old, and there is no doubt that wine is deep.

Send flowers to cold food, and at this time.

Qingming sent Deng Rui's second son home.

Don Dai Shulun

The bells and drums ring away from the sun, and the car urges the night clothes.

The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted.

Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.

Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today.

Tomb-Sweeping Day cold food early to look at the door.

Tangliqiao

Tourists tend to the good mansion, and the light enters the beginning.

The locust smoke disappears at dawn, and the elm fire should bloom in spring.

The sun shines on the sunny rainbow, and the flowers come with the early butterflies.

Riding in glory, blowing light ash.