What are the appreciation of Tomb-Sweeping Day's ancient poems?

The ancient poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day are as follows:

1, Qingming-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.

Translation:

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.

Ask the local people where to buy wine to relieve the hangover. The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to the village deep in the apricot blossom.

2. Qingming Song: 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.

Translation:

Tomb-Sweeping Day has no flowers and wine, just like a monk in a temple in Shan Ye.

Yesterday, I asked my neighbor for a new stove. At dawn, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.

3. Ming and Qing Dynasties: Huang Tingjian

Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, 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.

Translation:

During the Qingming Festival, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and Li Bai smiles like a flower. Graves overgrown with weeds in the fields are sad.

The spring thunder rolled and woke up the hibernating dragon snake worm; Abundant spring rains moisten the countryside and make the vegetation soft and green.

In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for food and sacrifice, showing off to their wives and concubines. Some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death.

Sage or mediocrity, who knows in a thousand years? The last thing left in the world is weeds everywhere.