Where can I find essays about traditional festivals in China, preferably by famous artists?

Tomb-Sweeping Day (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; 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.

On the way to cold food (Tang Dynasty) 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.

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.

Things outside the door (Tang)

The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast; Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.

Qingming (Song) Yu Wang

Joe without flowers and wine is too clear and bright, and his taste is as bleak as a wild monk. 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.

"Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" (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 Tomb (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.

Doing things in the suburbs (Song) Cheng Hao

Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains; Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water; Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red; Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.

Tomb-Sweeping Day (Southern Song Dynasty) Gaozhu

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other. Paper ashes fly hundreds of butterflies, and tears turn red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns. There is wine to drink in life, but not a drop of Jiuquan!

"Send Chen Xiucai back to the Tomb of Shashang Province" (Ming) Gao Qi

All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.

Qingjiang attracts Qingming Day Tour (Ming) Wang Pan

Where is the non-smoking section in the west building? Green fields and sunny roads. In the willows of Ma Si, people laugh and swing, and the sound of warblers always makes Chunzui drunk.

Clothes in the sky (contemporary) Liu Xiaofeng (Liu Zhou)

Includes five poems of Qingming Festival:

First: haggard grave soil, regard it as relatives; Is the worst thing ever (note: Bingzi, 1996 Bingzi Year. Comments: Those who have read this poem and been to the grave of their loved ones will definitely remember this poem.

Second, Bingziqing: peach blossom powder apricot blossoms are white, and the rain hits the branches; Pedestrians quietly went down, and several graves cried and mourned (comment: this poem put pen to paper to write about the scenery, with feelings. Write delicate and gorgeous peach blossoms and apricot flowers first. The wind and rain beat the flowers. The flowers opened quietly. Write too many raindrops or slip quietly from pedestrians' faces, with tears in the middle, and then suddenly there are sad cries from several graves not far away. This is a grave-sweeping scene full of life. There is a trace of warmth in the faint sadness, which makes people see the dullness of life and the greatness of human reproduction. )

Third: Xin Qiji has made it clear that God is heartless and has no compassion for filial piety in the world; In order to earn a little tear, endure the sunny and rainy days (note: four years of Xin: 200 1 four years of Xin. Xiaoke: The author is modest. Comment: Reading this poem, it seems that the clear rain has turned into the tears of the dutiful son. Rain and tears blend together, and tears make rain miserable. Isn't it the heart of a dutiful son who cries? )

Fourth: the wind blows grandma in the rain, and the rain beats grandma in the wind; Every year on this day, people shed tears, and every year, people put them in front of the grave.

Fifth, there is no way for yin and yang to communicate, and Qingming is looking for graves; Less tears and paper money, less water and less wine. Sixth, the business of sprouting hay by the roadside, a little bit of new green makeup is yellow, even if it doesn't rain, I still cry, and my grandmother's grave is next to the cloud.