The ancient poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day are long, ancient poems! ! ! Hand it in tomorrow, it's urgent! ! (⊙ o ⊙)！

1, the first period of spring rain in Lin 'an

Song dynasty: Lu you

In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.

Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.

Translation:

Nowadays, this situation is as vague as a veil. Who let me ride a horse to Kyoto to pollute the bustling? Living in a small building and listening to the spring rain all night, tomorrow morning, someone will sell apricot flowers in a deep alley.

Spread out a small piece of paper to write cursive script leisurely, and carefully boil water to make tea in front of Xiaoyu's early Qing dynasty window and taste famous tea. Don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to my hometown by Yinshanjing Lake during the Qingming Festival.

2. Tomb-Sweeping Day wine

Song Dynasty: Gaozu

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into 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.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

Translation:

There are many cemeteries in Nanbei Mountain. During the Qingming Festival, people are busy sweeping graves to pay homage. Burned paper ash fluttered around like a white butterfly, and the blood and tears shed by crying dyed the azaleas all over the mountain.

At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, their children go home and laugh in front of the lights. Life is like this. There is wine today, and you will get drunk today. A hundred years later, you can't even bring a drop to the ground.

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Qing men drink spring thoughts

Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian

It was warm at first, but it was a little cold. The wind and rain are coming late. Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, full of wine, and fell ill last year. ?

The wind woke up in the corner of the building. At night, the door is quiet. It was seen by the bright moon and the partition wall.

Translation:

It's just getting warmer, and sometimes it's a little cold. The storm lasted all day and didn't stop until evening. Near the Qingming Festival, the yard was empty and lonely. Drunk and drunk at the falling flowers, this sad and painful situation is just like last year.

I was awakened by the evening breeze, and the courtyard was more peaceful after you closed the door on a distraught and distraught night. Where can I stand the dissolved moonlight? The beautiful image of a girl on a swing was sent by a partition wall.

4, hi magpie, six songs withered near the green tree

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 cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?

The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.

Translation:

The green willows nestle on the winding railing, and the spring breeze is warm and soft. Yellow-green willow, like silk, swaying waist and swaying with the wind. Who suddenly played the Zheng, awakened the peaceful swallows and both flew into the curtain.

However, a few days later, falling flocs were everywhere. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom, it rained heavily. In such a deep relationship, she couldn't help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found.