Author 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. Translation?
I lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, without seeing or drinking. This lonely and miserable life, like a monk in a barren mountain temple, seems lonely to me. Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.
Qingming is the most important thing.
Author 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.
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The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.