1, the most classic Qingming poem: it rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Qingming Tang du mu
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is an ancient festival. Grave-sweeping, ancestor worship and spring outing are two major customs. Walking on the country road, there are sacrificial people everywhere, and everyone's face is full of vicissitudes and sadness. Yes, every Qingming Festival brings back thoughts about life and death. It's raining, and the rain is floating on my face. It is not cold, but it is still spring.
I feel a little depressed and want to find a place to have a drink. Look up, where is the restaurant? Fortunately, a shepherd boy said, "Hey, kid, where's the restaurant?" . The shepherd boy raised his finger to Xinghua Village. As you can imagine, in Xinghua Village, in the wine, the poet's mood was cured. In the cold spring rain, in the sad Qingming, we always stop to rethink and think about life or life and death.
2. The saddest Qingming word: broken dreams and broken hearts. The sound of the horn blows the plum blossom moon.
Butterfly lovers's spring affair, Fangcao Song and Su Shi
Spring is fading and the grass is resting. The view from the guest room and Tomb-Sweeping Day. People remember to say goodbye at dusk in the courtyard. Birds are everywhere.
Close at hand, mountains and rivers divide into Chu and Yue. Eye broken soul pin, answer the dust off. The dream is broken and my heart is broken. The sound of the horn blows the plum blossom moon.
At the end of the spring of the seventh year of Xining, Su Shi was on a business trip in Zhenjiang and did not return for half a year. At this time, it happened that Tomb-Sweeping Day missed Hangchow and his family. In the eyes of many people, in spring, flowers are blooming everywhere and the scenery is good, but Su Shi is not happy, and it is already clear.
Being in a foreign land, you can't sweep the graves for your ancestors, but you can only miss your loved ones in the small courtyard at dusk. Relatives are close to themselves, much like Yu Guangzhong's poem: You are there and I am here. Looking through the autumn water, there is no news, what should I do?
Go to the dream and meet them in the dream, but the sound of the horn woke me up again, and the meeting in the dream became a luxury. A wanderer's heart is broken in an instant. China people have a natural attachment to their families, and every festival is a day to miss their loved ones.