Qingming Festival
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.
Qingming
Huang Tingjian [Song Dynasty]
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg and sacrifice their arrogant concubines, and scholars burn to death unjust marquises.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Wine drinking on the Qingming Day
Gao Zhu [Song Dynasty]
There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south, and the Qingming Festival is different.
The ashes of paper fly into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos.
The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and the children return home at night in front of the laughing lamp.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop reach the nine springs.
Send off Chen Xiucai and visit his grave on the sand
Gao Qi [Ming Dynasty]
My clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, how many graves have descendants?
The Dukes in the Qingming Palace
Gao Qi [Ming Dynasty]
The newly smoked willow wall is sloping, and the apricot cheese is fragrant and highly praised.
There are mountains all around the country in the white sky, and every guest will miss home during the Qingming Festival.
There are fragrant grasses under the tomb of Marquis Bian, and flowers fall in front of Nu Lu’s door.
I am happy to have an old friend waiting for the imperial edict, and I plan to get drunk in Beijing in spring.