Four Ancient Poems by Tomb-Sweeping Day

1, Tomb-Sweeping Day of Tumu

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.

2. Han Yi [hóng] "Cold Food"

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.

3. Lu You's "The Last Chapter of Feeling Old Four".

The road into Liangzhou is flat, and the cuju is clear.

It's not that the sun is far and near, I like Nanshan and the sky.

4. Wang Yucheng's Tomb-Sweeping Day

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.

5. Zhang Ji's "Lumen Business"

The tiller calls for love for the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green.

Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

6. Wu Weixin's Qingming is a matter of Su Causeway.

Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.

At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.