1, Qingming by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
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.
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Ask the local people where to buy wine to relieve the hangover. The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossom.
2. Qingming Festival by Wang Yucheng in Song Dynasty.
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day does not spend money or drink, just like a monk in a temple in Shan Ye. Yesterday, I asked my neighbor for a new stove. At dawn, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.
3. Qingming by Huang Tingjian in Song Dynasty
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, 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, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and Li Bai smiles like a flower. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad. The spring thunder rolled and woke up the hibernating dragon snake worm; Abundant spring rains moisten the countryside and make the vegetation soft and green.
In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death. Sage or mediocrity, who knows in a thousand years? The last thing left in the world is weeds everywhere.
Meng Haoran's Qingming belongs to the Tang Dynasty.
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.
When the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Kyoto comes again, people will naturally feel sad and nostalgic. The sound of the carriage rang on the road in a complicated way, and the breeze on the outskirts of Dongcheng was lush. Falling flowers fly, grass grows together, orioles fly around, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting alone in the empty hall, recalling the past, taking tea instead of wine to console myself.
5. Song Wu Wenying's "Cheng Songfeng".
Listen to the wind and rain. Worried about grass and flowers. In front of the building is a dark road with a touch of willow and an inch of tenderness. In the cold spring, I was drinking wine, and I dreamed of singing warblers.
Xiyuan sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoying the new sunshine. The wasp frequently pounces on the Xiang Qiu rope. It has both time and delicate hands. I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy. The secluded steps are covered with moss all night.
Listening to the wind and rain, a person lives a clear and lonely life. Flowers buried everywhere, I am full of sadness to draft the inscription of buried flowers. The place where I said goodbye in front of the building is now a dense shade. Every wisp of willow has tenderness. It's chilly in spring, and I'm drinking alone, trying to reunite with the beauty through my dream, but I'm awakened by Yingying's song.
I send people to clean the pavilions and Woods in the West Garden every day, but I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the new sunny day. Bees often pounce on the swings and ropes you swing on, and the fragrance you leave in your hands. How sad I am, but I have never heard from you. On the lonely and empty steps, the moss grown overnight has turned green.