1. Qingming is the event, Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Original text: The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows. Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies fly. Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.

Translation: The annual Qingming Festival in Kyoto is here again, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of horse-drawn carriages rang loudly on the road, and the willow trees in the outskirts of Dongcheng were covered with greenery in the breeze. Falling flowers are flying, fragrant grasses are growing together, orioles are flying around, and pairs of butterflies are playing endlessly. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and talking to comfort myself.

2. Qingming Night, Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Original text: On the Qingming night with a good wind and hazy moon, the governor of the imperial family built a red pavilion in blue. ?Walking around the corridor alone, I rested, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at the flowers in secret.

Translation: On the Qingming night, the breeze is blowing and the moonlight is hazy. The bluestone steps and red railings are the governor's mansion. I walked alone in the winding corridor, listening to the distant string music and silently admiring the blooming flowers in the courtyard.

3. The Qingming Festival at Su Di, Song Dynasty: Wu Weixin

Original text: The pear blossom wind rises during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.

Translation: When the wind blows the pear blossoms, it is the Qingming Festival, and most tourists go out for an outing in search of spring. At dusk, the music and singing have stopped, the tourists have returned, and the wandering orioles, which have been disturbed all day, return to the willow bushes to enjoy this quiet moment.

4. Renxu Qingming, Qing Dynasty: Qu Dajun

Original text: It is light and cold in the morning and overcast in the evening, and I don’t realize that spring is deep in my sorrow. Flowers fall with tears due to wind and rain, and birds sing ruthlessly from ancient times to the present. The country is in a dream, and Chinese figures are disappearing. Dragons and snakes return to nowhere from all over the world, and the cold food year after year makes them feel disappointed.

Translation: Waves of light cold permeate the early morning, and patches of clouds shroud the dusk. In my melancholy, I didn't even realize that the feeling of spring had faded. Flowers fall and shed tears because of the coming of wind and rain, and the ruthless singing of birds. This has happened since ancient times.

The land of the motherland is suddenly called a dream, and the Chinese heroes are once again depressed. That warrior who wakes up from a drunken dream has nowhere to stand in the vastness of the world. Year after year of cold food, it is in vain to enter the heart of my guest.

5. Qingming Day, Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun

Original text: In the fan painted by Qing E, the spring trees are red with tulips. It goes out of the flower dew and returns through the weak willow wind. The arrogant horse avoids the situation, and the chicken is frightened and comes out of the coop. Who sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.

Translation: In the early morning of Qingming Day, moths are flying and the colors are colorful, just like in the painting fan. The garden is full of peach trees, and peach blossoms and tulips are blooming, making the fields red. People went outing together excitedly. When they set out, they saw dew trembling on the petals of various colors. When they returned, they felt the breeze blowing through the willow silk.

The proud horses neighed beside the tent, and the chickens rushed out of the newly opened cages, squawking and looking for food everywhere. I wonder who is firing missiles at birds? Orioles quickly flew into the courtyard across the wall and chirped on the roof, as if to say: People, please don't hurt us, don't destroy the harmony of nature!