What poems describe Tomb-Sweeping Day?

1, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. -(Tang) Du Mu's Qingming

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. I asked where the roadside wine seller was. There happened to be a cowherd pointing to the distance. The front is clearly Xinghua Village.

2. It was a sunny night, and it was Shi Hongxuan who stabbed a historian. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

Clear night, breezy, hazy moonlight, bluestone steps, red railings here. A person stops in the circuitous corridor, listening to the distant orchestral music and silently enjoying the blooming flowers in the courtyard.

3, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food Dongfeng Liu Yu is oblique. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. -(Tang) Han Yi's Cold Food

At the end of spring, Liu Xufei is everywhere in Chang 'an, and the east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows the willow branches of the imperial garden. As night falls, the palace is busy distributing candles, and the light smoke from lighting candles is scattered into the homes of princes and nobles.

In February, the south of the Yangtze River is full of flowers, and the cold food in other places is far from sad. Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty. -(Tang) Meng Yunqing's Cold Food

February in Jiangnan is the season when flowers are in full bloom, like smoke and fog. And I am far away from home, but I met the Cold Food Festival, which is infinitely sad. Poor people often have three meals, and there are no fireworks in the stove. It's just that there is no need to commemorate the ancient literati meson push for tomorrow's broken cooking custom!

He took the wine to find fragrance, and I closed the door and slept well alone. Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed. -(Tang) Li Jianxun's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

Everyone else went for an outing and enjoyed the scenery in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but I stayed at home and slept. No friends come to visit, only Huayang seems to be an old acquaintance, floating to the bed from time to time.

6. Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willows. Who will accompany you on the levee? Stepping on spring mud is half a flower. -(Tang) "Xiangyang Cold Food Send Yu Wenji"

The thin smoke on the water cleared away, and I could see many families on the shore from a distance. In this beautiful spring, no one is with me. I was the only one riding a horse on the riverbank, and half of the mud on the road was covered with petals.

7. The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green. Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming. -(Tang) "Lumen down to business"

Farmers were called to fight, and countless fields were left uncultivated and deserted. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I tried to climb the tower overlooking the countryside of the county. Only a few people lit new cigarettes.

8. It's cold and windy, and apricot blossoms and snow are pink. In the middle of the night, the autumn rope is oblique and the pavilion is hazy and drizzling. -(Tang) Han lie cold food night

Translation: the light cold of skin cutting stings the wind, plum blossoms are like snow, and apricot blossoms are red. In the middle of the night, the swing rope on the diagonal hangs quietly, and the pavilion is faintly visible in the misty rain.

9. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is easterly and willows are oblique. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. -(Tang) Han Yi's Cold Food

At the end of spring, Liu Xufei is everywhere in Chang 'an, and the east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows the willow branches of the imperial garden. As night falls, the palace is busy distributing candles, and the light smoke from lighting candles is scattered into the homes of princes and nobles.

10, the tiller calls for love boat, and the spring grass is green. Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming. -(Tang) "Lumen down to business"

Farmers were called to fight, and countless fields were left uncultivated and deserted. When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I tried to climb the tower overlooking the countryside of the county. Only a few people lit new cigarettes.