Poems and ancient poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day

The poems about Qingming are as follows:

1, Tomb-Sweeping Day

Don Dumu

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.

On this day, it rained in Mao Mao, Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people who traveled on the road were as confused and desolate as if they had lost their souls. Asked the shepherd boy where there was a restaurant, he pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance.

2. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Don

No flowers, no wine, a sunny day, all the fun came like a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp by a layer.

Without flowers and wine, I had a miserable time in Qingming. My interests and hobbies are like the old monk in a small temple in Shan Ye. Yesterday I asked my neighbor's old man for a new fire. It was dawn today, and I quickly lit the oil lamp of the scholar by the window.

3. Qingming Night

Tang Bai Juyi

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. A person sings songs around the cloister, listens to the strings and looks at the flowers in the dark.

Tomb-Sweeping Day night, breezy, hazy moonlight. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red brick are the mansion of the secretariat. A person walks in a circuitous corridor, singing, listening to the sound of strings coming from a distance, and silently enjoying flowers.

4. "Qingming is one thing"

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.

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing naturally makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.

5. "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Huaixi Wuqiao to Guayan Village"

Tang Zhangji

It rains at dusk in Longmen, and the wind in your cave gives birth to spring. Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.

Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old. The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.

The rain in Longmen, Luoyang gradually stopped in the evening, and the solar term in spring came, keeping the wind in your cave constantly. There are only a few birdsongs on the official road, which makes the surroundings quieter. In the cracks in the collapsed wall, a few wild flowers opened, and the makeup lit up the emptiness here.

I want to be an official now, but I am ashamed to be less handsome than my peers at that time. I had to retire and learn from the unrestrained old fisherman in the Jianghu. The intimate friends I once made can't meet each other until now, but I can only wander east of Luoyang with melancholy feelings.