1, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -Tomb-Sweeping Day by Don Mutu

Interpretation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and pedestrians on the road were down and out.

2, the solar terms are clear and the peaches and plums laugh, and the Noda wasteland 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. Smart fools have known who it is for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia. -Huang Songting sword "Tomb-Sweeping Day"

Interpretation: Tomb-Sweeping Day, spring thunder and thunder awakened everything, and the universe brought vitality to the earth. Continuous spring rain, so that the earth lush grass, peaches and plums all over the world. The wilderness of Noda is a graveyard for burying the dead. The dead are buried underground, which makes the living feel sad. No matter how clever and stupid you are, you will end up with a mountain of Artemisia.

Pear blossoms are in full bloom, and wanderers go far away in spring. At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler. -Wu Song Wei Xin "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing"

Commentary: The West Lake, with bright spring and breezy breeze, is full of tourists. In the evening, the tourists in the lake have dispersed and the music has stopped, but the West Lake is full of warblers and euphemistic songs, and the spring scenery remains the same.

This is a sunny night, and this is Shi Hongxuan who stabbed a historian. Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers. -Tang Han yi cold food.

Interpretation: Chang 'an City in spring is full of flowers and catkins. During the Cold Food Festival, the willow trees in the imperial palace garden are swayed by the spring breeze. When the sun sets, the people have no lights, but the powerful and deep houses have gone away with the smoke from the candles.

5, no flowers, no wine is too clear, and the taste is bleak like 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. -Wang Song Yuqiao "Qingming"

Interpretation: I live in Tomb-Sweeping Day where there are no flowers to see and no wine to drink. Just like a monk in a barren mountain temple, everything seems lonely to me. Yesterday, I got a new fire from my neighbor. Early in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.