Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

1, Du Mu (803-852), born in Jingzhao Wannian, Tang Dynasty (now Xi, Shaanxi).

A writer. Du Mu's lyric poems are beautiful and vivid, and the artistic conception is concise and lively. His poems were completed in the late Tang Dynasty.

Higher. It is as famous as Li Shangyin, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, and is called "Little Du Li".

2. Qingming: one of the 24 solar terms in the lunar calendar, around April 5 in the solar calendar.

3, want to break the soul: refers to the sadness in the heart, just like losing your mind.

4, pointing: pointing to the distance.

5. Xinghua Village: a village deep in apricot flowers.

Appreciation: In Tomb-Sweeping Day, there is a tradition of going for an outing with friends and relatives to worship ancestors and sweep graves. But the poem "Line"

When a person travels in other places, the feeling in his heart is very lonely and desolate, plus the continuous spring rain.

Absolutely, it adds to the inexplicable troubles and melancholy of "pedestrians", and the mood is so low that it seems unsustainable. However, "line"

People "don't want to be lonely and sad, just ask where there is a place to drink, which is good for people."

And the heat flow of wine. Then, the shepherd boy in the spring rain pointed to a piece of apricot forest in the distance. The knot of poetry

Sentences make people feel far away, poetic and fresh and lively.

Every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day always comes one week after Mr. Wang's birthday. My eyes are full of silver spring rain, wet apricot flowers and wet blue sky.

In the warm and cold weather, when the wet apricot blossom rain comes, the picture that will be unconsciously condensed in front of us is a look back in front of the Pamirs Stone Pagoda, which has been integrated into everyone's soul forever. The smile is calm and clear, and tears come to my eyes every time I think about it.

Yunshan is grey, the rivers and seas are boundless, the gentleman's wind is long, and the mountains are high.

But the landscape is not old, but Mr. Wang is already in the depths of Yunshan, leaving us with a sense of disappointment from generation to generation.

Find the most beautiful apricot blossom, sit down alone and savor this meaningful light bitterness. Yang, falling like snow, brushed all over his body, stained with clothes, filled his eyes for an instant, but choked. The two trees flew, and Sharo died. The heartbroken beauty who seemed to have passed away with heaven and earth came quietly, but with the weight of 3,000 worlds.

The purple world of mortals is just fly ash at the moment.

I will never forget the ethereal and silent transparent smile in Shuangshuyuan, and I will never forget the beautiful and elegant posture that goes with the falling flowers. Flowers bloom and fall, this is already reincarnation. Araille knows that it is born and died in an instant.

Looking up, cool rain beads slipped from my face. Qingming drizzle always brings such heartbreaking gentleness, and every casual stop makes people cry.

Teachers and friends in life, can you still sing slowly in this world? Fold a bunch of apricot flowers, hold a row of weeping willows, and hold a shower. This gift is not as heavy as dust, and the beautiful spring breeze can blow them in front of you. Ten feet are soft and red, this is the only token, and there is a string of poems to greet you!

Fourteen poems by Tomb-Sweeping Day

one

Spring rain, fresh apricot flowers,

The mountains are bright and the willows are oblique.

Dongfeng explained what I meant,

Send lingering intestines to your home.

Secondly,

A spring rain breaks my heart,

Wandering aimlessly, looking for your hometown.

Fang Xian flies with the wind,

The end of the world annoyed Lan Fang.

third

Listening to the drizzle wetting the door,

Send spring back once a year.

But the strap is folded,

Acacia turned to dust.

Fourth.

Pale red, wet by rain,

I'm tired and my eyes are blurred.

Feel sad and uneasy,

I believe in the Qingming heartbroken period for the first time.

Fifth.

Seeing the drooping eyes of the new willow tree,

The suspect escaped from the shadow and retreated to the wind.

Looking back, the snow will shine through the ages,

There is no way to catch up with dyed bamboo.

Sixth.

The wind blows apricot trees and dances,

Cause a thousand kinds of worries.

Doubt about heaven can also alleviate pain and hatred,

Crying jun tears rain all over Qingming.

Seventh.

Last night, I was worried about spring.

The weather in Chuqing makes me cry.

In Tomb-Sweeping Day in the fragrant season,

All kinds of bright and disappointed.

Eighth.

Qingming Jieyou wine,

I want to enjoy the spring flowers and forget my worries.

Who wants to lean against the railing,

There are still no cheers near the building.

Qijiu

Tomb-Sweeping Day apricot blossom day,

Poetry, wine, singing and celebrating China New Year.

Leaning against the spring rain,

Cry for you, little window.

tenth

Arouse spring breeze and apricot blossom,

Destroy qingfen to the end of the world.

As vivid as the day you left,

Mourn for the soul, and the rain cries for quicksand.

Eleventh session

New warblers are chaotic, willow smoke is low,

Broken soul spring rain heartbroken period.

Song Jun also secretly shed tears,

How sad and helpless.

twelfth

Pink apricots gently shore willow new,

Qingming spring rain invades each other.

The half-washed sky is as clear as blue,

Half tears and tears touch the heart.

Thirteen

Or miss the end of the world,

Heaven should have pity on me with tears.

Half the garden is full of new apricots,

Send it to all Qingming families.

fourteenth

The spring rain and apricot blossoms are full of clarity,

Remember still complaining about hookah.

Lotus Zigui cried blood,

Don't mourn for your family, Sichuan and Jun.

Lanning still can't get anything good in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I send these little poems with sadness for the time being, hoping to add a little comfort to the soul in heaven.

Except for the specific meaning of the fifth song, the other 13 songs are indistinguishable from each other, and * * * sends condolences.

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