Chapter 74 Collection of Poems
Clearness
Tang Du Mu
There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Where is the restaurant? Shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.
Clearness
Wang Yucheng of Song Dynasty
Spending Qingming Festival without flowers and wine,
His interest is as low as that of a wild monk.
Yesterday the neighbor was begging for new fire,
Xiaochuang is divided into reading lamps.
Magpies stepping on branches·Qingming Festival
Five Dynasties·Feng Yansi
The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees, and the willows are showing their golden strands in the gentle breeze.Who moved the zither to the jade pillar?The petrels flew away in fright through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain.Do you fall into a sleepy state without saying a word? Are you frightened and disabled and your sweet dreams are nowhere to be found?
Clearness
Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
The peaches and plums smile during the Qingming festival, but only sorrow arises in the wild fields and graves.
Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises.
The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Qingming Festival
Tang Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies fly.
Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Qingming night
Tang·Bai Juyi
On a Qingming night with a good wind and a hazy moon, the governor's house is built with a red pavilion built in blue.
Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
Santai·Qingming Festival
Wan Qiyong of Song Dynasty
See the pear blossoms with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonias half with the morning rain.In the spring of the inner garden, you can't help but pass through Qingmen, Yugou rises, and you can pass through Nanpu.The east wind is calm, and the thin willows are hanging with golden threads.Looking at Fengque, there is neither smoke nor fog.In good times, the government and the public are happy, and the flute and drum are played all over Jiumo and Taiping.
The orioles chirped intermittently, and the swallows flew here and there.Near the green water, there are swings on the pavilion, there are grass fights and pairs of girls swimming.The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cold for an outing.Will know secretly, young Tao Zhuhu.Towards the end of the night, there is a horse with a carved saddle, a drunken lapel and a mess of flowers and catkins.
It is slightly cold, slightly warm, and leaking forever, half cloudy and half clear, clouds are twilight.After a 14-day ban on fire, it’s time to try out new makeup, and you’re at your prime.During the Qingming Festival, wax torches are passed around the Han Palace.The scattered green smoke flew into the Huai Mansion, gathering soldiers and guards, opening and closing the doors, and stayed to spread propaganda, but also went out of business.
Two Qingming poems
Don Dufu
The morning comes with new fires and new smoke, and the spring scenery of the lake clears the passenger ships.
He is content with the embroidered feathers holding the flowers, but I have no luck with the red bamboo.
It's hard to end the Hu boy, and the Chu girl's waist is also pitiful.
The old place of Dingwang City is no longer there, but Jia Fu’s well is still there.
In reality, he borrowed money from Yan Jun to sell divination.
The mountains and forests of Zhongding have different natures, and my years are filled with thick wine and coarse rice.
This body is wandering in the west and east, and my right arm is withered and half deaf.
In the silence of the boat, both of us shed tears, lying on our pillows in the empty space on the left side of the book.
After ten years of cuju, the young will be far away, and the customs of swinging are the same for thousands of miles.
Traveling geese go up to the clouds and return to Zisai, and the family uses the green maple in the fire.
In the fireworks in the pavilions of Qincheng, the mountains and rivers of Han Dynasty are in the rust.
When spring comes, the cave is vast, and the white apple is worried about killing the white-headed old man.
Su Di’s Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty Wu Weixin
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
Drinking on Qingming Day
Gao Zhu of Song Dynasty
There are many graveyards on the mountain tops in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos.
The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.
Just about anything in the suburbs
Song Dynasty Cheng Hao
You can do whatever you want in the green fields of Fangyuan, and spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.
Xing Zhuan Chao Hong passes through the willow alley, and he sits on the moss rock near the flowing water.
Mo Ci drank a lot of wine to persuade her, but she was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
Crossing the River, Three Offenders·West Lake Qingming Festival
Song Wu Wenying
The brows are red with shame, but the evening breeze has not yet fallen, and the patches are embroidered with heavy green leaves.The old embankment is divided into swallow tails, Gui Chao and light gulls, and Baole leans against the remaining clouds.Thousands of resentful green silk threads gradually enter the fairyland and the maze of Xianwu.The intestines are diffuse and can be seen when separated from flowers, and the waist is clear on the back.
Patrolling.The title of the door is melancholy, and it is difficult to count the secluded period accurately.I'm still awake, I'm interested in my eyes, and my eyes are broad due to spring.Things in the Ming Dynasty are as cold as the solitary smoke, and people are worried about the lake full of wind and rain.The mountain daisy is dim, and the dust is green and traceless.
Chaozhongcuo·Qingming Festival
Song Zhang Yan
The sound of rain falls during Qingming Festival.The tide rushes across the sand.Being looked down upon by pear blossoms, life is filled with bitter love for the end of the world.
Swallows curtain the orioles' doors, cloud windows and foggy pavilions, drunken crows cry when they wake up.I broke off a branch of willow and inserted it into someone's house.
Chang'an Qingming Festival
Tang Wei Zhuang
Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but the grass is even more luxuriant.
The internal officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the prime minister distributed the money in vain.
The purple streets are hissing and the red are shouting, and the green poplars are high and reflect the swing.
Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery looks like it did in the past.
Tomb-Sweeping Day
Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun
In the fan painted by Qing'e, spring trees and tulips are red.
It goes out of the flower dew and returns to the weak willow wind.
The arrogant horse avoids the situation, and the chicken is frightened and is released from the coop.
Who sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.
Picking mulberry seeds·It’s good to visit the West Lake during Qingming Festival
Song Ouyang Xiu
It’s a good time to visit the West Lake during the Qingming Festival, full of prosperity.Fight over whose family it is.Green willows and red wheels drive the carriage.
Tourists are leaving at dusk, waking up drunk and noisy.The road turns and the embankment slopes.There are always flowers all the way to the top of the city.
Immediate matter in Lumen
Tang Zhang Ji
Farmers recruit love-building boats, and the spring grass is green in thousands of fields; I try to go to Wumen to have a look at the county, and there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
Linjiangxian·Planting begonias the day before Qingming Festival
Qing·Gu Taiqing
Thousands of scarlet will spit out the calyx, and return to the mortal world beautifully.The ancient temple was moved to plant a red gate.It’s cold food tomorrow, and it’s spring again.
The thin and soft strips are only a few feet long, and Qianxun's origins are small.The green clouds cover the sun and the trees lose their temper.After the child is born, remember the flower grower.
Send Chen Xiucai off and visit his grave on the sand
Ming Dynasty Gao Qi
The clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves are there descendants?
Written by Renxu and Qingming Dynasty
Qu Dajun of Qing Dynasty
It's light cold in the morning and cloudy in the evening, and I don't realize that spring is deep in my sorrow.
Flowers fall with tears due to wind and rain, and birds sing ruthlessly from ancient times to the present.
The country is in a dream, and Chinese figures are disappearing.
Dragons and snakes return to nowhere from all over the world, and the cold food year after year makes them feel disappointed.
(End of this chapter)
Clearness
Tang Du Mu
There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Where is the restaurant? Shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.
Clearness
Wang Yucheng of Song Dynasty
Spending Qingming Festival without flowers and wine,
His interest is as low as that of a wild monk.
Yesterday the neighbor was begging for new fire,
Xiaochuang is divided into reading lamps.
Magpies stepping on branches·Qingming Festival
Five Dynasties·Feng Yansi
The six curved railings are nestled against the green trees, and the willows are showing their golden strands in the gentle breeze.Who moved the zither to the jade pillar?The petrels flew away in fright through the curtain.
My eyes are full of hairsprings and fallen catkins. When the red apricots bloom, there is a sudden clear rain.Do you fall into a sleepy state without saying a word? Are you frightened and disabled and your sweet dreams are nowhere to be found?
Clearness
Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
The peaches and plums smile during the Qingming festival, but only sorrow arises in the wild fields and graves.
Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises.
The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Qingming Festival
Tang Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars joins the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and warblers and butterflies fly.
Sitting in the empty hall reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
Qingming night
Tang·Bai Juyi
On a Qingming night with a good wind and a hazy moon, the governor's house is built with a red pavilion built in blue.
Walk around the corridor alone and rest, listening to string instruments in the distance and looking at flowers in secret.
Santai·Qingming Festival
Wan Qiyong of Song Dynasty
See the pear blossoms with the night moon at the beginning, and the begonias half with the morning rain.In the spring of the inner garden, you can't help but pass through Qingmen, Yugou rises, and you can pass through Nanpu.The east wind is calm, and the thin willows are hanging with golden threads.Looking at Fengque, there is neither smoke nor fog.In good times, the government and the public are happy, and the flute and drum are played all over Jiumo and Taiping.
The orioles chirped intermittently, and the swallows flew here and there.Near the green water, there are swings on the pavilion, there are grass fights and pairs of girls swimming.The fragrance is more fragrant and the wine is cold for an outing.Will know secretly, young Tao Zhuhu.Towards the end of the night, there is a horse with a carved saddle, a drunken lapel and a mess of flowers and catkins.
It is slightly cold, slightly warm, and leaking forever, half cloudy and half clear, clouds are twilight.After a 14-day ban on fire, it’s time to try out new makeup, and you’re at your prime.During the Qingming Festival, wax torches are passed around the Han Palace.The scattered green smoke flew into the Huai Mansion, gathering soldiers and guards, opening and closing the doors, and stayed to spread propaganda, but also went out of business.
Two Qingming poems
Don Dufu
The morning comes with new fires and new smoke, and the spring scenery of the lake clears the passenger ships.
He is content with the embroidered feathers holding the flowers, but I have no luck with the red bamboo.
It's hard to end the Hu boy, and the Chu girl's waist is also pitiful.
The old place of Dingwang City is no longer there, but Jia Fu’s well is still there.
In reality, he borrowed money from Yan Jun to sell divination.
The mountains and forests of Zhongding have different natures, and my years are filled with thick wine and coarse rice.
This body is wandering in the west and east, and my right arm is withered and half deaf.
In the silence of the boat, both of us shed tears, lying on our pillows in the empty space on the left side of the book.
After ten years of cuju, the young will be far away, and the customs of swinging are the same for thousands of miles.
Traveling geese go up to the clouds and return to Zisai, and the family uses the green maple in the fire.
In the fireworks in the pavilions of Qincheng, the mountains and rivers of Han Dynasty are in the rust.
When spring comes, the cave is vast, and the white apple is worried about killing the white-headed old man.
Su Di’s Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty Wu Weixin
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
Drinking on Qingming Day
Gao Zhu of Song Dynasty
There are many graveyards on the mountain tops in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos.
The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.
Just about anything in the suburbs
Song Dynasty Cheng Hao
You can do whatever you want in the green fields of Fangyuan, and spring comes in the distant mountains and green surroundings.
Xing Zhuan Chao Hong passes through the willow alley, and he sits on the moss rock near the flowing water.
Mo Ci drank a lot of wine to persuade her, but she was afraid that the wind and flowers would fly away.
The weather is fine during the Qingming Festival, so you might as well travel without forgetting to return home.
Crossing the River, Three Offenders·West Lake Qingming Festival
Song Wu Wenying
The brows are red with shame, but the evening breeze has not yet fallen, and the patches are embroidered with heavy green leaves.The old embankment is divided into swallow tails, Gui Chao and light gulls, and Baole leans against the remaining clouds.Thousands of resentful green silk threads gradually enter the fairyland and the maze of Xianwu.The intestines are diffuse and can be seen when separated from flowers, and the waist is clear on the back.
Patrolling.The title of the door is melancholy, and it is difficult to count the secluded period accurately.I'm still awake, I'm interested in my eyes, and my eyes are broad due to spring.Things in the Ming Dynasty are as cold as the solitary smoke, and people are worried about the lake full of wind and rain.The mountain daisy is dim, and the dust is green and traceless.
Chaozhongcuo·Qingming Festival
Song Zhang Yan
The sound of rain falls during Qingming Festival.The tide rushes across the sand.Being looked down upon by pear blossoms, life is filled with bitter love for the end of the world.
Swallows curtain the orioles' doors, cloud windows and foggy pavilions, drunken crows cry when they wake up.I broke off a branch of willow and inserted it into someone's house.
Chang'an Qingming Festival
Tang Wei Zhuang
Fleas hurt spring dreams and rainy days, but the grass is even more luxuriant.
The internal officials gave Qingming fire at the beginning, and the prime minister distributed the money in vain.
The purple streets are hissing and the red are shouting, and the green poplars are high and reflect the swing.
Visitors remember the peaceful events and secretly rejoice that the scenery looks like it did in the past.
Tomb-Sweeping Day
Tang Dynasty Wen Tingyun
In the fan painted by Qing'e, spring trees and tulips are red.
It goes out of the flower dew and returns to the weak willow wind.
The arrogant horse avoids the situation, and the chicken is frightened and is released from the coop.
Who sends out the bombs? Orioles are separated from the Forbidden City.
Picking mulberry seeds·It’s good to visit the West Lake during Qingming Festival
Song Ouyang Xiu
It’s a good time to visit the West Lake during the Qingming Festival, full of prosperity.Fight over whose family it is.Green willows and red wheels drive the carriage.
Tourists are leaving at dusk, waking up drunk and noisy.The road turns and the embankment slopes.There are always flowers all the way to the top of the city.
Immediate matter in Lumen
Tang Zhang Ji
Farmers recruit love-building boats, and the spring grass is green in thousands of fields; I try to go to Wumen to have a look at the county, and there is new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival.
Linjiangxian·Planting begonias the day before Qingming Festival
Qing·Gu Taiqing
Thousands of scarlet will spit out the calyx, and return to the mortal world beautifully.The ancient temple was moved to plant a red gate.It’s cold food tomorrow, and it’s spring again.
The thin and soft strips are only a few feet long, and Qianxun's origins are small.The green clouds cover the sun and the trees lose their temper.After the child is born, remember the flower grower.
Send Chen Xiucai off and visit his grave on the sand
Ming Dynasty Gao Qi
The clothes are full of blood, tears and dust. It is sad to return home after the chaos.
After the wind and rain, the pear blossoms and the cold food, how many graves are there descendants?
Written by Renxu and Qingming Dynasty
Qu Dajun of Qing Dynasty
It's light cold in the morning and cloudy in the evening, and I don't realize that spring is deep in my sorrow.
Flowers fall with tears due to wind and rain, and birds sing ruthlessly from ancient times to the present.
The country is in a dream, and Chinese figures are disappearing.
Dragons and snakes return to nowhere from all over the world, and the cold food year after year makes them feel disappointed.
(End of this chapter)
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