Tomb-Sweeping Day's Translation of Five Ancient Poems

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.

Translation:

The moonlight is hazy, and the beautiful moonlight fascinates people with the Qingming night. On the hazy Qingming night when the moonlight was swept by the breeze, the poet was in his mansion under the jasper railing and the red brick wall. The poet paced alone and sang in the circuitous corridor. My thoughts drifted into the distance, and I just heard orchestral strings in the distance, so the poet calmed down and listened carefully to the strings, which was not leisurely at all.

2. "Qingming sends Deng Rui's second son back to his hometown" Don Dai Shulun

The bells and drums ring away from the sun, and the car urges the night clothes.

The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted.

Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.

Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today.

3. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival-Changqing, Liu Tang

After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.

Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.

There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows to the sky.

Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.

4. Qingming is a matter-Tang Meng Haoran

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.

translate

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Kyoto has arrived again, and people 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 in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, chatting for comfort.

5. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival-Tang Wei Wu Ying

Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.

Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.

Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.