Tomb-Sweeping Day's Understanding of Seven Rhymes Poems

Tomb-Sweeping Day's understanding of the Seven Rhymes Poems is as follows:

1, Qingming, Tang. No flowers, no wine, a sunny day, all the fun came like a wild monk. Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp by a layer.

Without flowers and wine, I had a miserable time in Qingming. My interests and hobbies are like the old monk in a small temple in Shan Ye. Yesterday I asked my neighbor's old man for a new fire. It was dawn today, and I quickly lit the oil lamp of the scholar in front of the window.

2, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Tang 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. A person sings songs around the cloister, listens to the strings and looks at the flowers in the dark.

At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze blows gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red brick are the house of the secretariat. A person walks in a circuitous corridor, singing, listening to the sound of strings coming from a distance, and silently enjoying flowers.

3, "Nian Nu Jiao Shu Liu Dong Village Wall" Song Xin Qi Ji. Wild pond flowers fall, rush by, clear. The east wind deceives the guest's dream, and the pillow is cold and timid. This place was once different when the bow was bent on the bank and the willow was a horse. The building is empty, and the old Swift can talk.

Wild pond flowers fall, Tomb-Sweeping Day hurried by. Dongfeng bullied passers-by on the road and awakened my short dream. A chill blew on my lonely pillow, and I felt a little cold. On the bank of the winding river, I once raised a glass to drink with a beautiful woman. Under the weeping willows, I once left beautiful women here. Now that people are gone, only the swallow of the past still lives here, and only it can witness the joy of that time.