1, Qingming Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
This poem is short and pithy. It depicts the most vivid picture of Tomb-Sweeping Day with several typical Qingming images, such as rain, soul-destroying, restaurants, shepherd boys and Xinghua Village.
2, "Qingming Rilai Wine" Gao Zhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, people worship their ancestors everywhere in the mountains. Burned paper ashes fly around like white butterflies, and people cry like azaleas. At dusk, the lonely cemetery is desolate, only the fox lies asleep in front of the grave, while the children who come back from the grave are laughing and laughing in front of the lamp.
Therefore, if people are alive, they will be drunk today. After death, how can a drop of wine sacrificed to the grave by children flow to the grave? This poem feels the impermanence of life. It tells us a simple truth: people should live in the present, live seriously and enjoy life seriously.
3. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival by Bai Juyi
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is gentle and the moonlight is clear. I wandered in the corridor of the Secretariat House with blue bricks and red tiles, and when I heard the melodious orchestral music in the distance, I stopped to enjoy the flowers quietly.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day Wen Tingjun
In Qing E Painting Fan, the trees in spring are golden and red.
If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak willow wind.
Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them.
Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
Colorful moths are flying in the painting fan; The garden is full of spring and tulips. Going out for an outing early in the morning, I saw the dew on the petals of all colors crystal clear; When I came back, the breeze brushed the graceful willow branches.
The proud horse held its head high and hissed by the tent in the distance, and the frightened chicken jumped out of the newly opened cage. Who is launching missiles with slingshots? Scared the oriole into the yard next door.
5, "Qingming is a thing" Meng Haoran
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.
Every year in Beijing, it is a clear sky and Wan Li, which makes people full of worries. People got into the carriage and went for an outing in the suburbs. The willows in the east turned green. Flowers bloom and fall, grass grows and warblers fly. The oriole and the butterfly are playing freely. I sat alone in the lobby, silently picking up the green tea in front of me, replacing wine with tea and recalling the past.
6, "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
When pear blossoms are in full bloom, it indicates the arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day. Most people go out of town to see the spring scenery. People who indulge in a day's play don't enjoy themselves until dusk. After the tourists came back, Huang returned to millions of willow trees to enjoy the peace.
7, "Cold Food" Han Yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
In late spring, the scenery of Chang 'an Cold Food Festival is full of spring, and the spring breeze is slow. Pieces of fallen flowers danced with the wind, and the wind blew into the imperial garden, shaking the willow branches in the courtyard. According to custom, you can't light a fire during the Cold Food Festival, but the palace is an exception. Before dark, the palace was already busy distributing candles, and even those powerful and favored officials could enjoy this grace. There was a faint smoke in the room.
8. "Chang 'an Qingming Festival" Wei Zhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.
The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.
Spring comes suddenly, drizzle moistens the earth, and the green grass is graceful and beautiful like a girl. After the Cold Food Festival, ministers got a new fire in the palace and had fun in Cuju in their spare time.
The roads in the country are lush with vegetation. Men galloped past on red horses, and women swung around the courtyard surrounded by poplars. Tourists still remember the prosperity of the past and feel glad that the scenery is the same as in previous years.
9, "Qingming Festival" Wang Yucheng
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.
In this Tomb-Sweeping Day, I have neither flowers to enjoy nor wine to drink, just like a monk living in a barren mountain temple. Yesterday, I asked my next-door neighbor for a new fire, lit the lamp in front of the window and began to read quietly under the window.
10, Qingming, Huang Tingjian
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums are in full bloom, and Noda's deserted cemetery buries the dead and makes the living feel sad. The thunder of spring awakens everything, and the world is full of vitality. Spring rains have moistened the earth, and full of green is everywhere. In ancient times, some people devoted themselves to begging others to sacrifice their leftover food.
When I got home, I lied to my wife and concubine that I was eating and drinking at a friend's house. I also thought that meson tui didn't want to be an official, and would rather hold a tree and burn it in Mianshan. It doesn't matter whether he is a saint or a fool, just like everyone else.