Poems about the death of Tomb-Sweeping Day's relatives 1. Poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day's yearning for his deceased relatives
Qingming Festival Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
"Jiangchengzi" Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are ambiguous, and I will never forget it without thinking about it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and loose.
"Cold Food" Han Yi
There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind and the willows are slanting in the cold food.
At dusk, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the house of the Five Emperors.
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Tomb-Sweeping Day's missing sentences
1. When Qingming comes, we cherish the lost youth, look forward to a bright future, bury annoying worries and bring a satisfactory life. I deeply wish my friend good health and always smile!
2. The clear drizzle is lingering, like the world's cry for the dead. The fragrance of blossoming flowers in Qingming seems to be blooming to decorate Qingming. In the afternoon, the sunny sunshine is the brightest, just like people's mood of worshipping their ancestors and returning home. May you sacrifice your ancestors' spirits at Qingming Festival, but fulfill your wish to respect filial piety!
3. Qingming is a colorful painting, which contains the solemnity of sacrifice, the tradition of civilization, the joy of going for an outing, the concern of breaking willows, the ease of swinging through the ages and the sweetness of blessing. May you have a good mood in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
4. Deep nostalgia is lingering with the smoke, earnest teachings are echoed with laughter, heavy memories are gradually clear with drizzle, and continuous melancholy and gentle breeze fall to the bottom of my heart. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the deceased enjoy eternal peace in heaven!
2. What are Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems expressing his thoughts about his deceased relatives?
1. Qingming Festival
Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
During Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village.
In the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzles are falling, and all the travelers on the road are down and out. Excuse me, where do local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just laughed and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
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The Spring Rain in Lin 'an
Song Dynasty: Lu You
The taste of the world has been as thin as gauze for years, so who makes riders come to Beijing? Live in the small building listen to the spring rain Pattering, early in the morning will hear the alley deep in a voice selling apricot.
the short paper is raking in the grass, and the fine milk in the sunny window plays with the tea. Oh, do not sigh that the dust of Kyoto will dirty white clothes, and still in time to return to the mirror of the lake ubac home.
nowadays, the situation and human feelings are as faint as a veil. Who let me come to Kyoto by horse to pollute the prosperity? 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, write cursive script leisurely, and carefully boil water, make tea, skim the foam, and try famous tea by the window of Xiaoyu Chu Qing. Don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the old home in Shanyin by the Mirror Lake during the Qingming Festival.
3. Wine on Qingming Day
Song Dynasty: Gao Zhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
at sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave, and at night, his children smile at the lamp. Enjoy your wine and get intoxicated as long as you have your days, Not a single drop you could taste after your life in the graves.
On Qingming Day, people are busy going to the graves and offering sacrifices to sweep in the north and south mountains. The burnt paper ashes are flying around like white butterflies, crying sadly, just like the cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries.
At dusk, the quiet cemetery is desolate, only the fox lies on the grave and sleeps. At night, the children who come back from the grave are laughing and laughing in front of the lamp. Therefore, people should drink wine when they are alive and enjoy it when they are blessed. After death, how can a drop of wine that children sacrifice to the grave ever flow to the underworld?
4. Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian
On the festive day, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland only gives birth to sorrow. The thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
it's unfair for a man to beg for a sacrifice to his arrogant concubine. A wise fool knows who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia.
During the Qingming Festival, peach and Li Bai are in full bloom with smiles. The graves covered with weeds in the fields are sad. The spring thunder rolled and woke up the hibernating dragons, snakes and insects; The abundant spring rain moistens the countryside and makes the vegetation green and soft.
In ancient times, Qi people went in and out of graves to beg for sacrificial food to show off to their wives and concubines, and some mesons refused to be officials and were burned to death by fire. No matter the sage or the mediocre, who knows after a thousand years? The last thing left in the world is just weeds everywhere.
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Dream on the 2th night of the first month in Jiangchengzi Yimao Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are ambiguous, and he will never forget it without thinking about it. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
it's been ten years since you and I said goodbye, but it's hard to forget after all. The lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell the sadness and desolation in my heart. Even if you and I meet, I'm afraid you won't recognize me. Running around is already dusty and frosty.
I went back to my hometown in my dream last night and saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I are silent, only tears fall thousands of lines. I think you are heartbroken for me every year, on that cold moonlit night, on that lonely short pine hill.
3. What poems did Tomb-Sweeping Day use to express his thoughts about his deceased relatives?
"Qingming Festival" During the Qingming Festival of Du Mu, it rained a lot, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. "Jiangchengzi" Su Shi lived and died for ten years, and he was unforgettable without thinking about it.
a lonely grave is a thousand miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.
At night, I dreamt of returning home suddenly, and I was dressing at the window of Xiao Xuan. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It's expected to be a heartbroken place every year, a moonlit night, and a short pine hill. "Qingming" Huang Tingjian smiles at the Qingming Festival, and Noda's wasteland is only sad.
the thunder stung the dragon and snake, and the rain made the grass soft in the suburbs. People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, and those who are willing to burn to death are unfair.
sages and fools have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of Artemisia scoparia. Tomb-Sweeping Day's Source of Extended Information Among China's allusions, Tomb-Sweeping Day has many origins.
Among them, the most well-known is the legend of meson push. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhong Er, Jin Wengong, was in exile. He was tired and hungry on the way. He cut a piece of meat from his thigh and cooked soup for Zhong Er. Zhong Er was grateful when he learned that.
Jin Wengong forgot Jietui when honoring his ministers after he ascended the throne, but Jietui didn't want fame and wealth to live in seclusion in Mianshan. Zhong Er regretted it and burned Mianshan to find it. Afterwards, he found that Jietui died in a withered Liu Xia with his mother on his back, and left his last words: "I hope your master will always be clear."
to commemorate meson tui, Jin Wengong designated that day as the Cold Food Festival. In the second year, Jin Wengong climbed a mountain to pay homage, but the willow tree actually revived, so he gave the old willow tree the title of "Qingming Willow" and regarded the day after the cold food as Qingming Festival. After more than 2, years of evolution, Tomb-Sweeping Day has gone beyond the meaning of solar terms and has extremely rich connotations.
Different customs have developed in different places, and sweeping graves to worship ancestors and outing are the basic themes. Grave-sweeping originated in Shang Dynasty, but it was not necessarily on the occasion of Qingming Festival. Tomb-sweeping in Qingming Festival didn't become popular until Tang Dynasty, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.
from the Tang dynasty, from the king's ministers to the ordinary people, people should pay homage to the dead souls of their ancestors on this festival. When sweeping the grave, we must first repair the grave, mainly to remove weeds and add new soil.
On the one hand, this ceremony can express the sacrifice's filial piety and care for the dead; On the other hand, the ancients believed that the graves of ancestors were closely related to the ups and downs of future generations, so cultivating tombs was an extremely important memorial ceremony. .。
4. Poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day's memory of his loved ones
1. Flowers and grasses are blooming together, and the birds and butterflies play a double play.
sitting in an empty hall reminisces, drinking tea and chatting instead of getting drunk.
from: Qingming is the thing by Tang Meng Haoran.
When flowers bloom, grass grows, birds fly and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, I recalled the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
2. When there are mountains under the white sky, you will go around the country, and you will miss home when you are clear.
under the tomb of Bian Hou, there are fragrant grass, and flowers are falling in front of Lu Nv's door.
from: Yuan Gao Qi's "Gentlemen in the Qingming Festival".
Looking around the walls of Nanjing, the capital city, I can see endless green hills, and the festivals are clear, which makes all the guests deeply miss their hometown. Look at the spring grass beside the Bian Hu Temple. The front of Mo Chounv's former residence has been covered with fallen flowers.
3. The pear blossoms reflect the poplar trees, which are all parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, and the rustling and rainy people go home.
from: Tang Juyi's Cold Food and Wild Hope.
Translation: Poplar trees are shaded by begonia flowers and pear flowers, which are places where life and death leave. The dead couldn't hear our cries in the dim yellow, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzly rain in the evening.
4, even before the emotional lights, the guests are lying on their pillows and worrying about the world.
3, feet of sorrow and hair, and 5 years of spring dreams are prosperous.
from: Yuan Qiaoji's "Decreasing laurels and making the guest window clear".
I don't need the gloomy mood in front of the lobbyist's lamp and the sadness of living by my lonely pillow. My thoughts always fly far away. Too much sorrow has prompted three thousand feet of white hair to hang down the shoulders, and no matter how long the prosperity is, it is just a spring dream.
5, wasps frequently pounce, sometimes, delicate hands are fragrant.
I can't spend my honeymoons with melancholy, and the secluded steps are covered with moss all night.
from: Song Wu Wenying's "The Wind Into the Pine, Listening to the Wind and Listening to the Rain Over the Clear".
The bees frequently pounce on the swings and ropes that you have swung on, and the fragrance left by your hands. How sad I am, there is always no news of your beautiful image. On the lonely empty steps, the moss that grows overnight is already green.
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day's famous sayings to his dead mother
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
Without the help of selfless and self-sacrificing maternal love, children's hearts will be a desert. (Britain)
Motherly love is a huge flame-Roman Roland's maternal love is the greatest power in the world-Mill
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong-France
In children's mouths and hearts, mothers are God-Britain
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers-Gorky
Mom, you.