1. Poems about the death of relatives during Qingming Festival
Poems about the death of relatives during Qingming Festival 1. Poems about missing relatives during Qingming Festival
"Qingming" Du Mu
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like dying.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
"Jiangchengzi" by Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there are short pine hills.
"Cold Food" by Han Hong
Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting.
At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
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Sentences about missing the Qingming Festival
1. When the Qingming Festival comes, we remember the lost youth, look forward to the bright future, and bury the It is an annoying worry, but it brings a happy life. I sincerely wish my friend good health and a smile!
2. The lingering drizzle of the Qingming Festival is like the world’s cries for the dead. The flowers of the Qingming Festival are fragrant, as if they bloom to decorate the Qingming Festival. The sunshine is the brightest when the sky is clear in the afternoon, just like the mood of people returning home from paying homage to their ancestors. May you pay homage to your ancestors during the Qingming Festival, and may your wishes and filial piety be fulfilled!
3. Qingming is a colorful painting, which contains the solemnity of sacrifice, the tradition of civilization, the joy of outing, the concern of breaking willows, the relaxation of eternal life, and the sweetness of blessings. . I wish you a good mood during Qingming Festival.
4. The thick nostalgia is lingering with the green smoke, the sincere teachings are echoing in the ears with laughter, the deep memories gradually become clear with the drizzle, and the continuous melancholy and gentle breeze fall into the bottom of my heart. . Tomb Sweeping Day is here, may the deceased enjoy eternal peace in heaven!
2. What are the poems on Qingming Festival that express longing for deceased relatives
1. "Qingming"
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
< p> During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Translation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle falls one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair. May I ask the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village in the distance.
2. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The world has been as thin as gauze for many years, who made the horse riders come to Beijing. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty.
The short paper is laid slantingly, making grass, and the fine breasts of the clear window are used to share tea. Wear plain clothes and don’t sigh in the wind and dust. It’s still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.
Translation: The current situation of humanity is as light as a layer of gauze. Who asked me to ride a horse to Kyoto as a guest and be tainted by the prosperity? I stayed in the small building and listened to the patter of spring rain all night. Early tomorrow morning, there were people selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys.
I spread out a small piece of paper and wrote in cursive calligraphy calmly. I carefully boiled water, made tea, skimmed the foam, and tried famous tea by the window when the light rain started to clear. Don't lament that the dust in Kyoto will stain your white clothes. During the Qingming Festival, you still have time to return to your hometown in Sanin by Jinghu Lake.
3. "Wine Drinking on Qingming Day"
Song Dynasty: Gao Zhu
There are many tombs in the mountains in the north and south, and the Qingming Festival is different. 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.
Translation: On the day of Tomb Sweeping Day, people everywhere in the south and north mountains are busy visiting graves and offering sacrifices. The ashes of the burned paper were flying everywhere like white butterflies, crying miserably, just like the cuckoo bird vomiting blood when it cries.
At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, except for the fox lying on the grave and sleeping. At night, the children returning from visiting the grave laugh happily in front of the lamp. Therefore, when a person has wine, he should drink it, and when he is blessed, he should enjoy it. After a person dies, how can a drop of the wine that the children go to the grave to offer sacrifices ever flow to the underworld?
4. "Qingming"
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
During the Qingming festival, peaches and plums smile, and the wild graves only produce sorrow. 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 scholars burn to death unjust princes. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Translation: During the Qingming Festival, red peach blossoms and plum blossoms bloom with smiles. The overgrown graves in the fields were desolate. The rolling spring thunder awakens the hibernating dragons, snakes and insects; the abundant spring rain moistens the wilderness and turns the vegetation green and soft.
In ancient times, there were Qi people who went to and from tombs to beg for sacrificial food in order to show off to their wives and concubines. There were also cases where Jiezi refused to become an official and was burned to death. Whether he is a sage or a mediocre person, who will know after a thousand years? In the end, all that is left in the world is nothing but tangled weeds.
5. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast that without thinking, one will never forget them. . Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Translation: It has been ten years since we said goodbye to each other. We cannot bear to miss each other, but we will never forget them. The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to express the sadness and desolation in my heart. Even if you and I meet as husband and wife, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost from running around.
Last night I returned to my hometown in my dream and saw you dressing up in front of the mirror in front of the small window. You and I were silent and speechless, only we shed a thousand lines of tears. I expected that your heart would break for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, on that lonely short pine hill.
3. What poems are used during the Qingming Festival to express longing for deceased relatives?
"Qingming" Du Mu Rains fall heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like losing their souls.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "Jiang Chengzi" Su Shi's ten years of life and death are so vast that he cannot forget them without thinking about them.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there is a short pine hill. "Qingming" by Huang Tingjian During the Qingming festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and the rain fell 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 know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil ***. Expanded information The origin of Qingming Festival In Chinese allusions, Qingming Festival has many origins.
Among them, the most well-known is the legend of Jie Zitui. In the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Wen of Jin, Chong'er, was in exile. He was tired and hungry on the way. His official Jie Zitui cut a piece of meat from his thigh and cooked soup for Chong'er. Chong'er burst into tears after learning about it.
After Jin Wen Gong came to the throne, he forgot about Jie Zitui when he rewarded the ministers. Jie Zitui did not seek fame and fortune and lived in seclusion in Mianshan. Chong'er regretted it so much that he burned Mianshan to search for him. Later, he found that Jie Zitui died under a withered willow tree with his old mother on his back, and left his last words: "I will sacrifice my flesh to you by cutting my flesh, and I hope that my lord will always be clear."
< p> In order to commemorate Jie Zitui, Duke Wen of Jin designated that day as the Cold Food Festival. The next year, Duke Wen of Jin climbed the mountain to pay homage, and the willow tree came back to life. He named the old willow tree "Qingming Willow" and designated the day after the Cold Food Festival as Qingming Festival. After more than two thousand years of evolution, Qingming Festival has transcended the meaning of solar terms and has extremely rich connotations.Different customs have been developed in various places, and the basic themes are tomb-sweeping, worshiping ancestors and outings. Tomb-sweeping originated from the Shang Dynasty, but not necessarily during the Qingming Festival. Tomb-sweeping during the Qingming Dynasty only became popular in the Tang Dynasty and has been passed down to this day.
Since the Tang Dynasty, everyone from kings and ministers to common people have worshiped the souls of their ancestors on this festival. When sweeping a tomb, the first thing to do is to decorate the tomb, mainly to remove weeds and add new soil.
On the one hand, this kind of ceremony can express the worshiper's filial piety and care for the deceased; on the other hand, the ancients believed that the tombs of ancestors are closely related to the rise and fall of future generations, so tomb construction is extremely important. Important memorial ceremony. ..
4. Poems about remembering loved ones during the Qingming Festival
1. Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting to get drunk.
From: Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Qingming Jishi".
Translation: Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs.
I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting.
2. There are mountains all around the country in the white sky. During the Qingming Festival, no one will miss home.
There are fragrant grasses under the tomb of Marquis Bian, and flowers fall in front of Nu Nu Lu’s door.
From: Gao Qi of the Yuan Dynasty, "The Dukes in the Qingming Palace".
Translation: Surrounding the city walls of Nanjing, the capital city, you can see endless green mountains. The Qingming festival makes all the guests miss their hometown deeply. Look at the chaotic spring grass beside Bian Hu Temple, and the front of Mo Chou Nu's former residence has been covered with fallen flowers.
3. Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is the place where life and death part.
There is a heavy spring that cannot be heard, and people go back in the rain.
From: "Han Shi Ye Wang Yin" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty.
Translation: Begonia flowers and pear flowers shade the poplar trees. This is the place where life and death part. The deceased cannot hear our cries in the dim underworld, and those who come to pay homage go back amidst the gentle rain in the evening.
4. In front of the emotional lamp, beside my pillow, my thoughts are far away.
Three thousand feet of pure worry on the temples, fifty years of spring dreams of prosperity.
From: Yuan Qiaoji's "Order of Gui Gui·Guchuang Qingming".
Translation: Needless to say, the gloomy mood in front of the guest's lamp, the sadness of sojourning beside the pillow, my thoughts always fly far and far. Too much sorrow has caused three thousand feet of white hair to hang down the shoulders. No matter how long the prosperity lasts, it is just a spring dream.
5. Wasps frequently fluttered on the swing rope, and the delicate hands were fragrant at that time.
The two mandarin ducks are melancholy, and moss grows on the quiet steps overnight.
From: Song Dynasty Wu Wenying's "The Wind Enters the Pine Listening to the Wind and the Rain Over the Qingming Festival".
Translation: Bees frequently swoop on the swing you have swung on, and there are still fragrances on the ropes left by your delicate hands. How melancholy and sad I am, there is always no news from your beautiful figure. On the quiet empty steps, the moss that grew overnight has turned green.
5. Famous quotes for dead mothers on Qingming Festival
Mothers all over the world are so alike! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Although women are fragile, mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's heart will be a piece of desert. (UK)
Maternal love is a huge flame - Romain Rolland Maternal love is the greatest power in the world - Mill
Although women are fragile, mothers are strong - - France
In the mouth and heart of a child, mother is God - Britain
All the glory and pride in the world comes from mother - Gorky
Mom, wherever you are, that’s the happiest place - Britain