Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems.

In study, work and even life, ancient poetry is the most familiar to everyone. Ancient poetry can be divided into two categories: ancient poetry and modern poetry. What kind of ancient poems are good? The following are the ancient poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day Qi that I compiled for you. Welcome to share.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems 1 00 1. Qingming (Tang) 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.

002. Cold Food Wild Hope Yin (Tang) Bai Juyi

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

003. The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi

At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.

Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.

004. On Qingming Day, I went to Laojun Pavilion and looked at Los Angeles as a gift for Han Daochang.

(Tang) Bai Juyi

Scenery, fireworks and Qingming, singing, crying, sadness and joy between cities.

Why don't you go with Dongluo Water and bury his family in North Mangshan Mountain?

There are no chariots and horses in the middle bridge, and crossing the boat is not idle.

There are a sea of people burying graves, and Liaodong is disappointed to see cranes flying back.

005. Watching prostitutes dance and listening to guest poems in Qingming Festival (Tang) Bai Juyi

Watch Yan Ruyu dance and listen to poetry like gold.

Laugh at yourself, and the string tube might as well sing.

Unfortunately, the spring breeze is old, and there is no doubt that wine is deep.

Send flowers to send cold food, and at this time.

006. Du Fu was in Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty)

A new passenger ship came from North Korea, and the lake was a clean spring scenery.

Embroidering feathers makes him complacent. Beauty rides bamboo, but I miss it.

Finally, with the ending of Hutong, Chu women's waist is also poor.

I can't see the old place of the city, but I still have Jiafu's well.

Coke's empty touch is cold food, and real money is sold in Jun Yan.

The mountains and forests in Zhong Ding are different in nature. Mud mash and coarse rice are my years.

007. Du Fu was in Qingming Festival (Tang Dynasty)

This body wanders in the west and the east, and its right arm is withered and half deaf.

Silence is the double tears of the ship, and Zuo Shu is empty.

Cuju will be far away in ten years, and the custom of swinging in Wan Li is the same.

The clouds on the wild goose return to the purple plug, and the family uses green maple to drill the fire.

Qin Chengge fireworks, Hanshui mountains and rivers rust.

Spring has gone and spring has come, and the cave is wide, and Bai Ping is worried about killing Pulsatilla.

008. Han Xiao Zhou Shizhong Zuo (Tang) Du Fu

In the cold wind, there is hardly a bite of rice, sitting on the ground, sitting on the ground, the crow is old, sewed many times, and wears a brown hat on his head.

Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist.

The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids.

Standing in the direction of Tanzhou, looking north, looking straight at Chang 'an, the sky is like a white cloud, and there is a van parked there, suddenly worried.

009. On the way to cold food (Tang) Song Wenzhi

It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.

Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.

The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.

In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

0 10. Lin Jiangyi (Tang), a cold food topic in Song Dynasty

I heard there was a meeting in the mountains, and it was the anniversary of the fire.

Abandoning the sun on the way, the river hurts the spring.

Running water turns to tears, and cold ash is more companion.

Dan Xin will never change, white hair will be new.

0 1 1. Cold Food (Tang) Hanyi

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.

0 12. Cold food (Tang) Meng Yunqing

Jiangnan in February is full of flowers, and cold food in other places is far from sadness.

Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.

0 13. Tomb-Sweeping Day (Tang) Li Jianxun

He took the wine to find incense, and I closed the door and had a good sleep alone.

Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.

0 14. A short message was sent to (Tang) in The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.

I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.

Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.

For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.

Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.

0 15. Tomb-Sweeping Day cold food goes to Wangmen early.

(Tang) Li Qiao

Tourists tend to the good mansion, and the light enters the beginning.

The locust smoke disappears at dawn, and the elm fire should bloom in spring.

The sun shines on the sunny rainbow, and the flowers come with the early butterflies.

Riding in glory, blowing light ash.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's two ancient poems "Full Palace bloom" Hua (Tang) Zhang Bi

Bloom is full of flowers and buildings, and lonely in the Sun Palace.

Yuanyang sleeps in an iron cage with golden locks, and the curtain is cold with dew.

Delicate and charming, faint, fragrant snow, raining oriole.

The east wind is melancholy, and Gongziqiao is intoxicated.

Mulberry picking curtain near Feng Yansi (Five Dynasties)

The wind curtain is clear, and the flowers come and fall in spring.

Toast and stay happy, add all your clothes, and be afraid of the cold at night.

Sorrow is like lighting a candle, and tears will dry up.

I want to mix high school, and I want to know you, too.

"Magpie Treading on the Moon" 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.

Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while.

Sleeping soundlessly, dreaming in a daze, nowhere to be found?

Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poem 3 "Santai" should be clarified.

(Song) Chant

At the beginning, I saw pear blossoms with jathyapple, and Haitang half contained morning rain.

In Yuan Chun, I couldn't help crossing Qingmen, starting from Yugou and diving over Nanpu.

The east wind is quiet, and the willow is dark. Looking at the phoenix is neither smoke nor fog.

Good times, more joy in the ruling and opposition, nine strange places, Taiping drum.

At first glance, the warbler sounds intermittently and swallows fly around.

Near the green water, the platform reflects the swing, the grass fights together, and two women swim.

The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cooler. Will secretly know, Yao Tao Zhu Hu.

At night, BMW carved saddles, got drunk and spent a lot of money.

Light and cold, light and warm, half cloudy and half sunny.

It's time to try on new makeup. It's good to be three years old in China.

Looking at the Qingming Festival, the Han Palace spread candles and torches, scattered smoke and flew into Huaifu.

Gather soldiers and guards, open the door, live and preach, and have a rest.

Su Causeway is a tomb-sweeping day.

(Song) Wu Weixin

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.

Cold food on the middle school

(Song) Yang Wanli

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Four Ancient Poems of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Qi Dynasty, Qingming Solitary Drink (Song) Wang Yucheng

A county magistrate is idle and only works as an agreement, and a cold festival is Qingming.

When will spring come and go? Idleness, hatred, idleness and sadness touch each other.

Lacquer swallow oriole boasts a healthy tongue and a light willow flower and elm pod.

Peel it off as the best wine, and laugh and dump Li Sao.

"Huanxisha" Qingming (Song) Zhu

The peach in the spring lane spits crimson English, and the first trial of spring clothes is thin and light.

The wind and smoke warmed the nest. The curtains in the yard are idle,

The curved house is stuffy and long. Annoyed and bright.

"Nan Ge Zi" Zhang Ji's "Liu Hu Chao Yun Poetry" (Song Dynasty)

Liu Hu is wet in the clouds, and the flowers and windows are bright at noon.

The east wind is not very sunny. Nostalgic begonia color, too clear.

The base moistens the new swallow, and the cage locks the old warbler.

Pipa sucks. Helpless sad people do it, heartbreaking.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems 5 1. Qi Ji in the Late Spring (Song)

I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have had a cold food.

In the flower garden, there was a storm and a mess.

The red powder darkens with the running water, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense.

Every year, the Erythrina flowers fall, and the cold is weak.

The yard was quiet and empty. Nowhere to say, very idle.

I am afraid of stray Inging and Swallow, and I know the news.

The ruler is nowhere now, and the colorful clouds are still gone.

Teach people, be ashamed to go upstairs, be flat and green.

2. Fan Dacheng in Du Li Road Middle (Song) on Qingming Day

Sprinkle towel rain and put on side hat wind.

Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water.

Shimali Road, the kite is flying.

After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.

3. Spring (Song) Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's Ancient Poem 6 1 Sun Beaver Crossing the Road in Qingming Festival

Fan Dacheng (Southern Song Dynasty)

Sprinkle towels and rain, and wear a side hat.

Flowers bloom in the mountains and willows lie in the water.

Stone horses stand in the air and kites fly in the air.

After people dispersed, blackbirds were due west and east.

2. "Qingming is a thing"

(Tang) Meng Haoran

Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.

The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day

(Tang) Sun

In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.

Flirting opens a new flame with a fire, and tung flowers make old branches.

Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.

Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.

4. Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

(Tang) Wei

Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.

Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.

Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.

I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.

5. Qingming Day

(Tang) Wen

In Qing E Painting Fan, the trees in spring are golden and red.

If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak willow wind.

Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them.

Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.

6. "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival is from Wuqiao in Huaixi to Guayan Village"

(Tang)

It rains at dusk in Longmen, and the wind in your cave gives birth to spring.

Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.

Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old.

The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.

7. Yuxi Pavilion Banquet in Qingming Festival, with Hu Langzhong in Jinzhou.

(Tang)

There is a new fire in the county, and the rain in Gaozhai is clear.

Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing.

* * * When you get drunk, move the incense mat and stay in the twilight.

Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing.

8. Chang 'an Tomb-Sweeping Day

(Tang) Wei Zhuang

Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.

At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.

The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.

Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.

9. Qingming in Jiangnan

(Tang)

For four years, Chu Yi in Wushan changed his appearance at the sight of Qingming.

Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.

There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain.

What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded.

10, go to Jiang Huaiyou on Qingming Day.

(Tang) Luo Yin

Kimiwada is an old friend, and I'm going to hand in the points.

For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.

Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.

Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Qi's seven ancient poems "Begonia Spring" have been clearly dedicated to Begonia (Song).

In the afternoon, Haitang Pavilion was covered with rain. Then a soldier's pay, rouge vomit.

When you are old, you cherish the flower heart, but you are speechless with flowers.

Feather book Wan Li flies everywhere. Report a sweep, foxes and rabbits dancing.

Jinzhuo ancient river head, the flying scenery remains the same.

"He" Qingming Meteorology (Song) Du Anshi

Qingming weather. I'll be drunk forever.

The terrace is shaded by trees. The wind is very good.

Bird's nest square, small basin, new lotus cover.

This is just a happy moment. Single coat, half nephrite body.

Pomegranate is very beautiful, a pinch of red.

After a few repairs outside the window, the cold is leaning against each other.

There is a place to worry about, it is difficult to meet, and there is no one.

All right, sit in the boudoir. Lazy, more makeup comb, self-aware of the new haggard.

The guest window of Dieguiling is Qing (Yuan) George.

The ups and downs of pear blossoms, narrow curtains and clever small screens.

In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world.

My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring.

When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.