poetry

Looking at the scenery in spring, I feel sad.

Before I went to bed last night,

There are tears in my dream today.

Sadness is not a mother's wish,

Sorrow will last forever.

Grass is everywhere in spring,

Give yourself to repay your mother's kindness.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

Remembering the memory of Qingming tears,

Lonely peaks, green mountains and cold homeland.

Wind-blown kite flowers are flying,

The rain stopped and neon lights surrounded the mountains.

Pedestrians want to get rid of sadness,

Turbid wine and light smoke make people cry.

Stir the spring breeze, release wine,

Every year, sacrificial poems are sung in late spring.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has tears.

How many pedestrians are heartbroken.

Restaurants can be seen everywhere,

Who has leisure and indulge in it?

There are many ancient poems and new poems that can fit the mood of sweeping graves in Qingming, but they are all other people's poems and fit other people's mood. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day last year, I was very sad, which was in line with my mood. I wrote a poem called "Sauvignon Blanc-Tomb-Sweeping Day". The full text is as follows:

Wind,

Rain,

I can't bear to listen when I cry.

The wind and rain are also affectionate!

Looking forward to Qingming,

Afraid of Qingming,

Sacrifice parents with tears.

There is no love between heaven and earth.

During the Qingming Festival, there were so many rains that no one could stay. A pot of wine in front of the monument was offered as a drink to the ancestors.

day of mourning

Liu Qingyu is basically clean,

The wanderer is going out of town to worship his ancestors.

The tombstone is covered with chrysanthemums,

Bowing to parents is unforgettable. Yes

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Which poem best fits the mood of tomb sweeping in Qingming Festival?

There are many ancient poems describing Qingming. Personally, I think that Du Mu's "Seven Musts" can best express the mood of sweeping graves in Qingming. They are all very simple, only four sentences and twenty-eight words, but they well express the seasonal characteristics of Qingming and people's emotions. "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "

This poem is very familiar. Just open your mouth and come. I mean something, but I can't say it clearly in a few words. Tomb-Sweeping Day, also called Cold Food Festival, is one of the oldest festivals in China. In memory of the burnt-out Boyi Shu Qi, the ancients did not set off fireworks for three days before Qingming Festival. This is the origin of cold food. Today, the Qingming cold food has been mixed into one, and the food like Qing Tuan in the market before Qingming is the legacy of ancient style.

Qingming is the spring of all things, and the willow trees in front of relatives' graves are full of vitality, but what about people? Walking on the road, I can see paper money and ashes flying in the wind and sad people in front of the old grave. This situation is in sharp contrast. It's raining in Mao Mao, which easily causes lonely people to miss their loved ones. When they saw scenes of mourning everywhere along the way, the word "I want to break my soul" was extremely accurate.

However, Qingming is another day for the ancients to go for an outing. The spring is bright, the wheat seedlings are green and the flowers are yellow. Colorful flowers are in full bloom. Sad homesickness and the joy of spring are intertwined with Qingming, an unavoidable day. What shall we do? Have a drink? Pedestrians want to use a glass of wine to wash away the unspeakable complexity in their hearts. I just heard the melodious shepherd flute. Following the sound, a shepherd boy played the flute happily. The poet who walks alone feels the beautiful spring in the flute of the shepherd boy.

Go drink! But where can a passerby in a foreign land find good wine? The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to the distance: there is a famous Xinghua Village Hotel, where there are good wines and dishes waiting for you. The poet on horseback looked up: Sure enough, there was a wine cover swaying in the wind in the distance.

I thought this poem was improvised after drinking wine in Xinghua Village.

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. Who wrote it? I don't remember.

Tomb-Sweeping Day has tears.

Kneel at the grave and call mom.

Keep your head down and remember your loving mother.

I looked up and saw only paper flowers flying.