In daily study, work and life, everyone must be familiar with all kinds of ancient poetry. Ancient poetry includes all styles of poetry before the formation of Tang rules, as well as poems written in ancient styles in the Tang Dynasty and after the Tang Dynasty. poetry. What do those widely used ancient poems look like? Below are the ancient poems about Qingming Festival that I have collected. You are welcome to read them. I hope you all like them. Ancient poems about Qingming Festival 1
—— (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu's "Qingming"
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
——(Tang Dynasty) Du Mu's "Qingming"
On the Qingming night with a good wind and a hazy moon, the blue-painted red pavilion is used by the historian.
Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
Sending Deng Rui's two sons back home on Qingming Day
——[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi's "Qingming Night"
Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
——(Tang Dynasty) Han Hong's "Cold Food"
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.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
——[Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran's "The Qingming Festival"
The scenery after the Qingming Festival, the clouds and mountains look in front of you.
Hundreds of flowers are as old as before, and new smoke is coming out of thousands of wells.
There is no open space in the color of grass, and the river flows into the distant sky.
Where is Chang'an? It points to the sunset.
——[Tang Dynasty] Liu Changqing's "Viewing the City after the Qingming Festival"
You and Tian Su are on an old trip, and I am also prepared for our relationship.
I have been isolated for two years under the Yellow Spring, and the water is desolate every day.
The gulls seem to be able to control physics, and the apricot blossoms are suspicious and accompany people with sorrow.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and shed tears when looking at Jiangling in the distance.
——[Tang Dynasty] Luo Yin's "Walking with Friends in the River on Qingming Day"
In February, the branches in the south of the Yangtze River are full of flowers, and the cold food in a foreign country is far from sad.
Poor people often have no fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.
——[Tang Dynasty] Meng Yunqing's "Cold Food"
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, but the wild tombs only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
——[Song Dynasty] Huang Tingjian's "Qingming"
In the late spring of Qingming, I looked sadly at the northern mountain frontier.
The flint fire blooms new flames, and the tung blossoms sprout old branches.
Shen Ming is ashamed of his new year's gifts, and banishes his friends from the banquet.
Not as good as the birds in the forest, they move around and feather their feathers.
——[Tang Dynasty] Sun Changyin's "Qingming"
People who eat cold food are prone to many diseases, and they will feel uncomfortable if they eat cold food.
Finally, I missed my old county, and the fireworks filled Qingchuan.
The apricot porridge is still edible, and the elm soup has been slightly fried.
I only hate that my dear dear Yan has to sit and spend these beautiful years.
——[Tang Dynasty] Wei Yingwu's "Remembering My Brothers on Qingming Day"
Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but they can make the grass more vibrant.
The internal officials first gave Qingming fire, and the prime minister divided the money among them.
The purple streets are hissing and the red ones are screaming, and the green poplars are high and reflect the swings.
Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery looks like it did in the past.
——[Tang Dynasty] Wei Zhuang's "Chang'an Qingming"
It's cold food soon, and it's late spring on the way.
Poor Jiangpuwang, there are no Luoqiao people.
The North Pole is the master of Ming Dynasty, and the South Sea is the minister of exile.
In the broken heart of my hometown, wicker branches are new day and night.
——(Tang Dynasty) Song Zhiwen "Cold Food on the Way"
Farmers recruited love boats, and the spring grass was green and thousands of fields;
Try to go to Wumen Looking into the county, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
—— (Tang Dynasty) Zhang Ji's "Lu Men Ji Shi"
Spending the Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, the mood is as dull as a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
——(Song Dynasty) Wang Yuqiao's "Qingming"
What a shame for a straight man! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest during the festival.
—— (Song Dynasty) Yang Wanli's "Cold Food on the Tomb"
The grass and green fields are wild, spring enters the distant mountains and is surrounded by green;
Xingzhuan is wearing red. Willow Alley, because of the flowing water, it sits on the moss;
Don’t drink a cup of wine, just for fear that the wind will turn the flowers red;
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well go out and don’t forget to return home .
—— (Song Dynasty) Cheng Hao's "A Trip to the Suburbs" Ancient Poems for Qingming Festival 2
"Palace Poetry"
The Five Dynasties. Mrs. Huarui
p>Next to the Hanshi Qingming Hall, there is a cockfighting ring sandwiched between two colorful buildings.
The wife has a clear view of the emperor, so she first bets that Hongluo will be covered with ten beds.
"Jiang Chengzi"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are boundless, and I will never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the intestines will break every year. On a bright moonlit night, short pine trees.
"The Wind Enters the Pine"
Southern Song Dynasty. Hao Wenying
Listening to the wind and the rain after the Qingming Festival, I feel sad about the grass and flowers.
In front of the building, the greenery and darkness lead the way, with a hint of willow and an inch of tenderness.
Drinking wine in the cold spring. Add the dream of dawn and the singing of orioles.
In the West Garden, I sweep the forest pavilion every day, and I still enjoy the new sunshine.
The wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope, and the delicate hands were fragrant at that time. Ancient poems about the Qingming Festival 3
"Qingming"
Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
During the Qingming festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild elephants in the wild fields only give birth to sorrow.
Thunder shook the world and dragons and snakes stung. The grass and trees in the outskirts of the rain are soft.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and scholars burn unjust princes to death.
The virtuous and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of pennies.
Qingming Banquet, Si Xun Liu Langzhong's Farewell Industry
Zu Yong [Tang Dynasty]
The Tian family is close to the ministers, and they enjoy themselves without violating their relatives.
The garden is beautiful on Jiri, and the Qingming fireworks are new.
Only by virtue of one's own virtue can one make friends.
The pond shines through the window in the dark night, and the cup smells of fragrant medicine and spring.
Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds peek outside the bamboos.
Why live in seclusion in Taoyuan?
Cranes soaring into the sky·Qingming weather
Du Anshi [Song Dynasty]
Qingming weather makes people feel drunk all the time. The terrace is densely green and the wind is gentle. The swallow's nest is ready, the basin is small, and it is covered with new lotuses. It's the time of freedom. A single piece of clothing, a half-cage nephrite body.
Pomegranate is more beautiful than a pinch of red gauze. There are several bamboo poles outside the window, leaning against each other in the cold. There is a place of concern, it is difficult to see each other, and the sky is empty. Sitting in the boudoir, I was too lazy to change my makeup and comb, knowing that I was new and haggard.
The Slowness of Magnolia·Putting down the rotten tung flowers
Liu Yong [Song Dynasty]
The tung blossoms are peeling away, and the rain is clearing them. The apricots are burning in the forest, the peaches are embroidered in the fields, and the scenery is like a screen. In the beautiful city, I went to search for victory, and suddenly I came out of the suburbs. The wind is warm, the strings are crisp and the pipes are crisp, and thousands of families are competing to play new sounds.
Yingying, fighting grass for an outing. The person is beautiful and flattering. Going to the roadside, I left my hairpin and dropped it, and there were pearls and emeralds everywhere. Joy, for the beautiful land, all the gold and jade mountains are exhausted. Fighting for the eternal sunshine of the Ming Dynasty, the painting hall is filled with spring pillows.
Santai·Qingming Yingzhi
Wanqi Yong [Song Dynasty]
See the pear blossoms with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonias half with the morning rain. In the spring of the inner garden, you can't help but pass through Qingmen, and the Yugou rises and dives into Nanpu. The east wind is calm, and the thin willows are hanging with golden threads. Looking at Fengque, there is neither smoke nor fog. In good times, the government and the public are happy, and the flute and drum are played all over Jiumo and Taiping.
The orioles chirped intermittently, and the swallows flew around. Near the green water, the pavilion reflects the swing, there are grass fights and pairs of girls swimming. The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cold for an outing. Will know secretly, young Tao Zhuhu. Towards the end of the night, the horse has a carved saddle, the lapel is drunk, and the flowers are flying.
It is slightly cold and slightly warm, and it is half cloudy and half sunny. It's a fire-forbidden day, it's time to try out new makeup, and you're at your prime. During the Qingming Festival, wax torches are passed around the Han Palace. Green smoke scatters and flies into Huai Mansion. The soldiers and guards were gathered, the doors were opened, the propaganda was spread, and the duties were rested.
The Order of Gui Gui · Qingming Festival at the Guest Window
Qiao Ji [Yuan Dynasty]
Pear blossoms in the wind and rain, narrow rope curtains and clever small window screens. In front of the mood lamp, guests are sleeping beside me, thinking about the world. Three thousand feet of pure worry and hair on the temples, fifty years of prosperous spring dreams. Suddenly I saw someone's house, the willows separated the smoke and supported the eaves and teeth.
Picking mulberry seeds·It is good to go to the West Lake during the Qingming Festival
Ouyang Xiu [Song Dynasty]
It is a good time to go to the West Lake during the Qingming Festival, full of prosperity. Fight over whose family it is. Green willows and red wheels drive the carriage.
Tourists are leaving at dusk, waking up drunk and noisy. The road turns and the embankment slopes. There are always flowers all the way to the top of the city.