What are some heart-breaking poems or phrases that commemorate the deceased during the Qingming Festival?

Qingming Festival

[Author] Du Mu [Dynasty] 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 Festival

[Author] Wang Yucheng [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

After spending Qingming Festival without flowers and wine, my interest is as low as that of a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiao Chuang was given a reading lamp.

Magpies Stepping on the Branches·Qingming

[Author] Feng Yansi [Dynasty] Five Dynasties

The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees, and the willows are showing their golden strands in the gentle breeze. Who moved the zither to the jade pillar? The petrels flew away in fright through the curtain. My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain. Do you fall into a sleepy state without saying a word? Are you frightened and disabled and your sweet dreams are nowhere to be found?

Qingming Festival

[Author] Huang Tingjian [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

Peaches and plum blossoms smile during the Qingming festival, and only sorrow arises in wild fields and graves. Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside. People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.

The Qingming Festival

[Author] Meng Haoran [Dynasty] Tang Dynasty

The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows. Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies fly. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.

Qingming Night

[Author] Bai Juyi [Dynasty] Tang Dynasty

On a Qingming night with a hazy moonlight, the blue-built red pavilion is used to assassinate the historian. Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.

Santai·Qingming Yingzhi

[Author] Wan Qiyong [Dynasty] 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 here and there. Near the green water, the pavilion reflects the swing, there are grass fights and pairs of girls swimming. Xiangxiang...

Two Poems of the Qingming Dynasty

[Author] Du Fu [Dynasty] Tang Dynasty

When the dynasty comes, new fires and new smoke rise, and the spring scenery of the lake clears the passenger ships. He is content with the embroidered feathers holding the flowers, but I have no chance of the beauty riding on the bamboo. It's hard to end the Hu boy, and the Chu girl's waist is also pitiful. The old place of Dingwang City is no longer there, but Jia Fu’s well is still there. In reality, he borrowed money from Yan Jun to sell divination. The mountains and forests of Zhongding have different natures, and my years are filled with thick wine and coarse rice. This body is wandering in the bitter west and east, and the right arm is tilted...

Su Di Qingming Festival

[Author] Wu Weixin [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

Lihua Feng It's Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.

Drinking on Qingming Day

[Author] Gao Zhu [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in different ways. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.

A walk in the suburbs

[Author] Cheng Hao [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

The green fields of Fangyuan are full of activities, and spring comes into the distant mountains and green surroundings. Xing Zhuan Chao Hong passes through the willow alley, and he sits on the moss rock near the flowing water. Mo Ci drank a lot of wine to persuade her, but she was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away. The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.

Three Offenders Crossing the River and Clouds·West Lake Qingming

[Author] Wu Wenying [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

My face is blushing with shame, and the evening breeze has not yet fallen. Embroider some heavy wormwood. The old embankment is divided into swallow tails, Gui Chao and light gulls, and Baole leans against the remaining clouds. Thousands of resentful green silk threads gradually enter the fairyland and the maze of Xianwu. The intestines are diffuse and can be seen when separated from flowers, and the waist is clear on the back. Patrolling. The title of the door is melancholy, and it is difficult to count the secluded period accurately. I'm still awake, I'm interested in my eyes, and my eyes are broad due to spring. The affairs of the Ming Dynasty are as cold as the solitary smoke, and the lake is full...

Chaozhongcuo·Qingming Festival

[Author] Zhang Yan [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

The sound of rain falls during Qingming Festival. The tide rushes across the sand. Being looked down upon by pear blossoms, life is filled with bitter love for the end of the world. Swallows curtain the orioles' doors, cloud windows and foggy pavilions, drunken crows cry when they wake up. I broke off a branch of willow and inserted it into someone's house.

Qingming Festival in Chang'an

[Author] Wei Zhuang [Dynasty] Tang Dynasty

Fleas hurt the dream of spring on rainy days, but they can make the grass more vibrant. The internal officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the prime minister distributed the money in vain. The purple streets are hissing and the red are shouting, and the green poplars are high and reflect the swing. Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery looks like it did in the past.

Qingming Day

[Author] Wen Tingyun [Dynasty] Tang Dynasty

In the fan painted by Qing'e, the spring trees are red with tulips. It goes out of the flower dew and returns to the weak willow wind. The arrogant horse avoids the situation, and the chicken is frightened and is released from the coop. Who sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.

Picking mulberries·It’s good to visit the West Lake during the Qingming Festival

[Author] Ouyang Xiu [Dynasty] Song Dynasty

It’s a good time to visit 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.

Peering through the county gate, there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.

Linjiang Immortal·Planting begonias on the day before Qingming

[Author] Gu Taiqing [Dynasty] Qing Dynasty

Ten thousand scarlet spots will spit out the calyx, and return to the mortal world gracefully . The ancient temple was moved to plant a red gate. It’s cold food tomorrow, and it’s spring again. The thin and soft strips are only a few feet long, and Qianxun's origins are small. The green clouds cover the sun and the trees lose their temper. After the child is born, remember the flower grower.

Send off Chen Xiucai and visit his grave on the sand

[Author] Gao Qi [Dynasty] Ming Dynasty

My clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is okay to return home after the chaos. sorrow. After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves are there descendants?

Renxu Qingming Works

[Author] Qu Dajun [Dynasty] Qing Dynasty

It is light and cold in the morning and overcast in the evening, and I don’t realize that spring is deep in my sorrow. Flowers fall with tears due to wind and rain, and birds sing ruthlessly from ancient times to the present. The country is in a dream, and Chinese figures are disappearing. Dragons and snakes return to nowhere from all over the world, and the cold food year after year makes them feel disappointed.