Ancient poems describing the Qingming Festival:

1. Qingming

Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. .

Ask where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.

2. Cranes soaring into the sky·Qingming weather

Song Dynasty? Du Anshi

The Qingming weather is always full of sorrow. The terrace is densely green and the wind is gentle. The swallow's nest is ready, the basin is small, and it is covered with new lotuses. It's the time of freedom. A single piece of clothing, a half-cage nephrite body.

Pomegranate is as beautiful as a pinch of red gauze. There are several bamboo poles outside the window, leaning against each other in the cold. There is a place of concern, it is difficult to meet, and the sky is empty. Sitting in the boudoir, I was too lazy to change my makeup and comb, knowing that I was new and haggard.

This poem is the work of Du Anshi, a poet in the early Northern Song Dynasty. The style of his poem is similar to that of Liu Yong, with long narrative and less embellishment. It is a typical poem about boudoir.

3. Qingming is the event

Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty

The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.

The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.

Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.

Sitting in an empty hall and reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.

This poem artistically reflects the author's emotion and deep sadness.

The first couplet "The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people's hearts are worried about themselves." The word "heavy" and the word "sorrow" make the beginning clear. Tomb-Sweeping Day is once again in the capital once a year. Maybe Tomb-Sweeping Day is an ordinary day, but the wandering wanderers are filled with sorrow in their hearts at this moment.

4. Picking mulberry seeds·It is good to visit the West Lake during the Qingming Festival

Song Dynasty? Ouyang Xiu

It is a good place to visit the West Lake during the Qingming Festival, full of prosperity. Fight over whose family it is. Green willows and red wheels drive the carriage.

Tourists are leaving at dusk, waking up drunk and noisy. The road turns and the embankment slopes. There are always flowers all the way to the top of the city.

This poem describes the lively and prosperous scene of spring outings in the West Lake during the Qingming Festival. It is intended to depict the joyful atmosphere of the spring outings and describe the beauty of the West Lake from the side.

5. Qingming

Song Dynasty? Huang Tingjian

On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild graves only give birth to sorrow.

Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.

People beg and sacrifice their arrogant concubines, and scholars burn to death unjust marquises.

The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.

This is a work by the poet that touches the scene and evokes emotions. He uses contrasting techniques throughout to express his lament about the impermanence of life.

6. Po Zhenzi·Chun Scene

Song Dynasty·Yan Shu

When the swallows came to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lagged behind the Qingming Festival.

There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves.

The sun is long and the flying catkins are light.

The girl from the east neighbor smiled cleverly and greeted her on the mulberry picking path.

I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night, so I will win the grass fight today.

Laughter comes from both faces.

Poetry:

On the Xinshe day, swallows are flying, pear blossoms are falling before Qingming, moss is dotted on the pond, orioles are singing from among the trees, catkins are dancing lightly, and the spring days are getting longer. .

On the way to pick mulberries, I met the female companion from my east neighbor. She smiled as brightly as a flower. Just when she was wondering if she had a sweet spring night dream last night, it turned out that the grass fighting was victorious today! A smile appeared on both cheeks involuntarily.