Ten Ancient Poems by Tomb-Sweeping Day

Ten ancient poems by Tomb-Sweeping Day: Tomb-Sweeping Day by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty, Tomb-Sweeping Day by Wang Yucheng in the Song Dynasty, Tomb-Sweeping Day by Huang Tingjian in the Song Dynasty, Tomb-Sweeping Day by Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty, The Wind Into the Pine by Wu Wenying in the Song Dynasty, Qingming Night by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty, Jiangchengzi Drunk Tour in the Ching Ming Festival by Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty, Begonia Spring by Janice in the Song Dynasty and Huang in the Song Dynasty.

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.

6. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

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.

On a clear night, the breeze is blowing gently, the moonlight is hazy, and the bluestone steps are covered with red railings. This is the Secretariat House. A person stops in the circuitous corridor, listening to the distant orchestral music and silently enjoying the blooming flowers in the courtyard.

7. Jiangchengzi by Qin Guan in Song Dynasty

Drunk and wandering in Qingming Festival. Yinger is crazy. Yaner is crazy. Cui Gai Hong Ying, busy on the road. Remember to meet under the weeping willows, carve Yu Pei, and put on golden clothes.

Spring or old spring. Peach blossom fragrance. Li and a faint dark red, with new makeup. I am disappointed that people who love flowers don't see me. My songs are full of tears.

The sunny weather intoxicated the young lang who went out to play. The oriole and the swallow are flying wildly. Cars, horses and pedestrians are in a hurry on the avenue. I remember when we met under the weeping willows, we wore carved Yu Pei and neat and exquisite clothes.

Spring is still the spring before, peach blossoms and plum blossoms are still fragrant, and pale and crimson flowers are vying for their new makeup. But I am sad that the person who loves flowers will never see it again. I sang a song and left a few lines of tears.

8. Janice's "Begonia Spring" in the Song Dynasty

In the afternoon, Haitang Pavilion was covered with rain. Then a soldier's pay, rouge vomit. When you are old, you cherish the flower heart, but you are speechless with flowers.

Feather book Wan Li flies everywhere. Report a sweep, foxes and rabbits dancing. Jinzhuo ancient river head, the flying scenery remains the same.

Begonia is still in the drizzle at noon. After only a moment, all the bright flowers are in full bloom. The old man loves delicate stamens and can't say anything to begonia. From the urgent military report thousands of miles away, there came the news that the Mongols had wantonly swept away the violations. Poor Jinjiang Touchuanchuan land, the war is still the same, and it has not stopped.

9. Song Huang Xiaomai's "Near Qingming to Spring jathyapple"

Near Qingming, the soul disappeared in the branches of the bluebird. It's a pity that a serenade is given to dusk. Want to * * * Liu Hua low v, afraid of Liu Hua frivolous, don't know how to hurt the spring. Miss Chu Xiang, stay at home and be gentle. Who are you gentle with?

Empty bottles cry at night, the green hills are silent, and the waning moon is the door. In front of Yulou, there is only a wave of Xiang water, swaying Xiang clouds. Dream is short, when to ask, see peach root again. This time, for the first time in the world, there is no parallel knife, which cuts the mark of sadness in my heart.

Near Tomb-Sweeping Day, the call of kingfishers in the branches is euphemistic and moving. It's a pity that this green song gave a lonely evening. I want to talk about Liu Hua in a low voice, but I'm afraid that Liu Hua is frivolous and doesn't understand people's feelings. I wander alone in the south of Chu, full of tenderness. Don't hate me. Who can give me a little tenderness? The empty glass seems to be crying for me, the castle peak is silent, and the waning moon shines in front of the door.

In front of the hotel, the Xiangjiang River in the moonlight is hazy and confused, and the water waves are faint, reflecting the clouds in the sky. Time is long, life is short. Excuse me, God, when can I see my lover? This scene is really sad. I can't find scissors anywhere to cut this melancholy. I can cut off all the sadness in my heart.

10, The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival by Gao Zhu in Song Dynasty

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.

There are many cemeteries in Nanbei Mountain. During the Qingming Festival, people are busy sweeping graves to pay homage. Burned paper ash flies like a white butterfly, acacia turns into tears, and tears fall into blood, just like a red cuckoo.

At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, their children go home and laugh in front of the lights. Life is like this. There is wine today, and you will get drunk today. A hundred years later, you can't even bring a drop to the ground.