Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems include: Du Mu in Qingming Festival, Wang Yucheng in Qingming Festival, Han Yi in Cold Food, Song in On the Way to Cold Food, and so on.

1, Qingming Du Mu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the passengers on the road were driven out of their wits. Asked the local people where there was a restaurant to stay, the shepherd boy looked deep into the apricot blossom for instructions.

2. Wang Yucheng of Qingming Festival

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.

This Tomb-Sweeping Day has no flowers to see and no wine to drink. This dull and lonely life is like a monk in a barren mountain and wild temple. Yesterday, I asked my neighbor for a new stove. At dawn, I lit a lamp at the window and read a book.

3, "Cold Food" Han Yi

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.

As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.

Petals are falling everywhere in Chang 'an in spring, and the willows in the palace are gently blown by the east wind. In the evening, the emperor ordered that candles should be presented to the prized ministers, and then the light smoke of the candles floated to the homes of these important ministers.

4, "Cold Food on the Road" Song Wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

I immediately spent the Cold Food Festival in late spring on the road, but when I looked at the pier by the river, I couldn't see the parting people from Baqiao, Luoyang. Although I was demoted to the south as a minister, I still miss the wise king in the north, my hometown and a heartbroken place. After a few days and nights, new wicker grows again!

5. "Pregnancy from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village on Qingming Day" Zhang Ji

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.