Song Dynasty: Zhang Yan
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. The tide keeps the sand across the river. Looking at pear flower coldly, I love the world all my life.
Yan Hu, Yun Chuang, drunk and crying. Fold a willow leaf. When you come back, who will you stick it in?
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rained. The river rose and the tide flooded the beach at the ferry. On the roadside, the snow-white pear looked at me coldly, as if blaming me for drifting in a foreign land at this time.
Embroidered in the bead curtain of birds singing and dancing, embroidered in the misty window of Zhuge in the temple. I'm drunk. When I woke up, it was dusk and the crows were falling. I broke a willow when I left, and I woke up when I came back: where to insert it? I have no home here!
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day
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.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Song Dynasty: Wang Yucheng
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.
I live in Tomb-Sweeping Day, with no flowers to see and no wine to drink. Just like a monk in a barren mountain temple, everything seems lonely to me. Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.
4, "Queta Qingming"
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbal Zheng to the jade pillar? The petrel through the curtain flew away in horror.
The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. Sleeping soundlessly, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found?
The protagonist leans against the withered willow under the green tree and caresses the willow silk floating in the breeze. Suddenly, he found that all the golden willows turned green in winter. Who moved the goose column in Qin Zheng, making its tone so sad?
So that pairs of swallows flew out of the curtains in surprise. Looking around, there are falling flocs everywhere. When the red apricots bloom, the clear rain falls in an instant. When I woke up from a deep sleep, I was lazy and didn't talk. Where can I find a good dream that shocks my disability?
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
During the Qingming Festival, the spring rains are continuous, making the earth lush and the peaches and plums all over the world. The wilderness of Noda is a graveyard for burying the dead. The dead are buried underground, which makes the living feel sad. Spring thunder awakens everything, and the universe brings vitality to the earth.
There is grass everywhere, and when I get home, I have to lie to my wife and concubines and brag about how he ate and drank at a friend's house where he was a high official, and how the host treated him warmly. Meson pushes his unshakable ambition, which means holding a tree and burning it in Mianshan. Huang Tingjian thought of the dead in the wasteland from the bright flowers. Although no matter how wise or stupid, it is a mountain of Artemisia in the end, but the meaning of life is very different.