The ancient poems about Qingming include: "Qingming" (Du Mu), "Qingming" (Wei Ye), "Qingming Night", "Qingming Events", "Qingming Day from Xiwu Bridge to Guayan Village" Huai".
1. "Qingming"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
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.
Translation: On the day of Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and people traveling on the road feel confused and desolate as if their souls have been cut off. I asked the shepherd boy where there was a restaurant, and he pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.
2. "Qingming"
Tang·Weiye
If you spend Qingming without flowers or wine, you will feel like a wild monk. Yesterday, my neighbor begged for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang gave me a reading lamp.
Translation: Without flowers or fine wine, I spent the Qingming Festival desolately; my mood and interest were like those of an old monk in a small temple in the mountains. Yesterday I asked the old neighbor for a new fire; today it was just dawn, so I quickly lit the scholar's oil lamp in front of the window.
3. "Qingming Night"
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
On a Qingming night with a hazy moonlight, the blue-green pavilion was built to assassinate the historian. Walking around the corridor alone, I sing and sing, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at the flowers in secret.
Translation: On the night of Qingming Festival, when the breeze is blowing and the moon is hazy, the railings made of jasper and the walls made of red bricks are the governor's mansion. Walking alone in the winding corridor, singing, hearing the sound of strings in the distance, and silently admiring the flowers.
4. "The Qingming Festival"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform together. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting.
5. "Being pregnant from Xiwu Bridge to Guayan Village on Qingming Day"
Tang Zhang Ji
Longmen rain in the late morning, spring wind in Ruxue. Birds are chirping, the road is quiet, flowers are ruining the sky.
Ming Yu is ashamed of his generation and imitates the old man in hanging silk. The old tourists have disappeared, and I feel melancholy in the east of Luocheng.
Translation: The overnight rain in Longmen, Luoyang, has gradually stopped in the evening. The arrival of spring has brought constant wind to your cave. Only a few birds were heard on the official road, which made the surrounding area even more quiet. In the gaps between the collapsed walls, a few wild flowers bloomed, decorating the silence here.
Now I want to become an official, but I feel ashamed that I am not as handsome as my peers at that time. He had no choice but to retreat into seclusion and imitate the carefree old fisherman in the rivers and lakes. The close friends I made in the past are no longer able to meet each other, and I can only wander around the east of Luoyang City with melancholy.