There is still half a month to go before Tomb Sweeping Day. This year's Qingming Festival is April 5. Are you looking forward to this year's Qingming holiday? Do you want to go out to crowd, or eat snacks and watch plays at home? Xiaobian thinks about it or chooses to stay at home. Xiao Bian has sorted out some ancient poems about Qingming Festival and shared them with you as a pastime. How about that~
1. Qingming
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Where is the restaurant? Shepherd boy points to Xinghua village.
2. Qingming
Song Dynasty: Wang Yucheng
No flowers, no wine, Qingming, Xiaoran like a wild monk.
Yesterday, the next door begged for a new fire, Xiao Chuang Fen and the reading lamp.
3. Qingming
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
Peach and plum smile in the Qingming Festival, but only worry in the wilderness.
Thunder startles the world, dragon and snake sting, rain is enough, and the grass and trees in the suburbs are soft.
People beg for sacrifices to Yu Jiao's concubine, but Shi Gan burns the unjust marquis to death.
For thousands of years, sages and fools know who they are, and their eyes are full of Artemisia.
4. Qingming
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
In the emperor's mind, the mind is sad.
The sound of the car on the road, willow color east city green.
The flowers and the grass grow together, and the warblers fly and the butterflies play together.
Empty hall sitting in memory, drinking tea to chat on behalf of drunk.
5. Qingming night
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Good wind hazy moon clear night, Bi build red Xuan thorn historian.
Walk around the cloister and take a rest. Listen to the strings and watch the flowers.
6. Magpie stepping on branches
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Liuqu langgan nestles in the green tree, willow wind light, unfolds the golden thread. Who moves the zither to the jade pillar and wears the curtain, and the petrels fly away.
Full of gossamer and falling catkins, red apricot open, a moment of clear rain. Thick sleep to warbler, jingcanhaomeng nowhere.
7. Santai & middot
Song Dynasty: Wanzao chant
See pear early with the moon, Begonia half with rain. In the spring of Neiyuan, we can't help passing through Qingmen, and Yugou rises and sneaks into Nanpu. The east wind is quiet and the willows are golden. Looking at the Phoenix Palace, it is neither smoke nor fog. In the good times, the government and the public had a lot of fun. They played flute and drum all over jiumo and Taiping.
At first, the warblers sing intermittently, and the swallows fly to and fro. Near the green water, the terrace reflects the swing, the grass gathering and the women swimming together. Xianggeng and jiuleng are on their way. Will know, Yao Tao Zhu household. To the night suddenly, BMW carving saddle, drunk placket to provoke, flowers catkins.
It's cold and warm, half cloudy and half sunny. No fire days, is to try a new makeup, Chinese to the year, three points good place. Qingming see, Han Palace wax torch. Scattered green smoke, fly into Huaifu. He collected soldiers and guards, closed doors and opened doors, lived and preached, and retired.
8. On the spot
Song Dynasty: Cheng Hao
Fangyuan green wild act wantonly, spring into the remote mountain green around.
Xingzhuluan red through the willow lane, trapped in the water sitting Taiji.
Don't give me any advice. I'm afraid the wind will fly.
Don't forget the weather.
9. Two songs of Qingming
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
New fire and new smoke from Chaolai, lake color and spring light, clean passenger ship.
He is proud of his embroidered feather and flowers, but I am not lucky to ride on bamboo.
It's hard for Hu Tong to come to an end, and the women of Chu are also pitiful.
Without the old place of Dingwang City, Changhuai jiafujing is still there.
Empty touch coke for cold food, real by Yan Jun sell divination money.
Zhongdingshan forest of all natures, muddy mash coarse rice Ren my year.
This body wanders from west to East, and his right arm is withered and half deaf.
The silence is the tears of the boat, and the book is empty on the left side of the pillow.
Ten years of cufu will be young far away, with the custom of Wanli swing.
Travel wild goose on the cloud back to Zisai, family drilling fire with Qingfeng.
In the fireworks of Qincheng Pavilion, in the splendid scenery of Han Dynasty.
Spring to spring, Dongting broad, white apple worry kill Pulsatilla.
10. Wine on Qingming Day
Song Dynasty: Gao Zhu
There are many tombs in the north and South Mountains, and there are many sacrifices and sweeps during the Qingming Festival.
The paper ashes fly as white butterflies, and the tears and blood dye into red azalea.
At sunset, the fox sleeps in the grave, and at night, his children laugh in front of the lamp.
Life has wine to be drunk, a drop never to Jiuquan.
11. Chang'an Qingming
Tang Dynasty: Weizhuang
Fleas hurt the spring dream, but the grass is more delicate.
The first time the internal officials gave Qingming fire, the upper prime minister was free to pay for it.
Zimo random hiss red Chiba dial, green poplar Gao Ying painting swing.
Visitors remember the Chengping event, secretly happy scenery like the past.