The custom of sweeping graves and offering sacrifices in Tomb-Sweeping Day was inherited from the Han Dynasty. After that, the popularity of the people lasted for two thousand years. On this day, filial children and grandchildren of every family will go to the suburbs to worship their ancestral graves, cut graves, add soil to the graves, and clean them up. In modern times, filial sons and grandsons may not necessarily observe Tomb-Sweeping Day's visit to Tomb-Sweeping Day on this day. Some will pay homage a few days before the festival, and some will pay homage a few days after the festival, but generally speaking, it is just Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping.
Qingming Festival
Tang) 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.
Cold food is on the road.
(Tang) 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 drink and snack
(Tang) Han Yi
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.
The door is that thing
(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.
day of mourning
(Song) Wang Yuqiao
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, neighbors asked for a new fire and read books through the window.
Su Causeway's Qingming Festival is this 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 grave
(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.
Work 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.
Send Chen Xiucai back to the grave in Saskatchewan.
(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 leads Qingming Day Tour"
(Ming) Wang Pan
Where is the non-smoking section in the west building?
Green fields and sunny roads.
Ma Si hissed through the willows, and people laughed on the swings.
Yinger always teaches Chun to get drunk.
Qingming day
Tang jianxun
He took the wine to find incense, and I closed the door and had a good sleep alone.
Only Huayang seems to be looking for each other. Because of the wind, she went back to bed.
Hu Si Qingming Night Mourning
Don Li Qunyu
I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.
Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.
For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.
Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.
After the Qingming Festival, I went to the city to look out.
Don Liu Changqing
After the scenery is clear, Yunshan is in sight.
Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells.
There is no clearing in the grass, and the river flows far away.
Where is Chang 'an? Point to the sunset.
Qingming Japanese song Jiang Huaiyou
Tangluoyin
Jun and Tiansu are old friends, so I'm going to make friends.
For two years, I have been isolated from the grave and have a sad face all day.
Seagulls seem to be able to keep up with physics, while apricot flowers are suspicious and accompanied by people's worries.
Widows and young children should eat cold food and look at Jiangling with tears.
Qingming is the most important.
Tang Meng Hao ran
Beijing is the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day, and people naturally begin to feel sad and nostalgic.
The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
Qingming Festival
Tang Sun Changyin
In the late spring of Qingming, I look at the northern hills.
Flirting fires a new flame, and tung flowers grow old branches.
Shen Ming was ashamed of the past and kept the banquet secret from his friends.
Not as good as a bird in the forest, moving Joe and feathers.
In memory of my brother in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Don Wei Wu Ying
Cold food prescription is sick, and it is awkward to open the chest.
Finally, I miss the county seat, and fireworks filled Qingchuan.
Apricot porridge is still delicious, and elm soup has been slightly fried.
I just hate being a good girl, kissing my face and spending this glorious year.
Chang 'an Qingming
Tangweizhuang
Fleas are rainy days that hurt spring dreams, but the grass is more sandy.
At the beginning, the official gave me a clear fire, and I was given a free share of the money.
The purple stranger is screaming and screaming, and the green poplar is drawing a swing.
Tourists think of the peace incident and feel glad that the scenery is as good as before.
Qingming day
Tang Wen Ting Yun
In Qing E Painting Fan, the trees in spring are golden and red.
If you make a mistake, you will wear a weak willow wind.
Horses are arrogant and avoid slogans, and chickens open their cages at the sight of them.
Who made this play? The oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.
Yu Ting and Hu Langzhong's Banquet in Jinzhou during the Qingming Festival.
Tang zhangji
There is a new fire in the county, and the rain in Gaozhai is clear.
Cherish flowers, invite guests to enjoy, persuade wine and promote singing.
* * * When you get drunk, move the incense mat and stay in the twilight.
Political leisure party banquet language, Qin Lou Ren Yaoqing.
Tomb-Sweeping Day got pregnant from Xiwuqiao to Guayan Village.
Tang zhangji
It rains at dusk in Longmen, and the wind in your cave gives birth to spring.
Birds sing quietly, flowers fall and ruin.
Yu Ming is ashamed of his generation. He is old.
The old tourist left and was disappointed with Luochengdong.
Jiangnan Qingming
Don Zheng Zhun
For four years, Chu Yi in Wushan changed his appearance at the sight of Qingming.
Travel far and hate the wind for a night, and the light will accompany the wine.
There are no flowers climbing outside Yanxing Gate, and the quarrying river is covered by rain.
What is infinite homing? Ge Jia on the roadside is very crowded.
Qingming Festival
bright red
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.
Qingming Festival
Huang Songting Jian
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the 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.
People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
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