Don Dumu

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.

It was Tomb-Sweeping Day, and the poet Du Mu was on the road. It happened to rain, and it was drizzling, like melancholy and continuous. Pedestrians on the road are disappointed.

Qingming brings a feeling of sadness. On this day, everyone is thinking of their dead relatives and friends, and Du Mu, who is alone on the road, is even more worried when he meets the spring rain.

day of mourning

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.

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.

This year, because of the "Yuan You party struggle", Huang Tingjian was implicated and was in a bad situation. Tomb-Sweeping Day is naturally in a bad mood.

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Li Bai was all pink. When Huang Tingjian saw the grave covered with weeds, he said with emotion: Who knows whether the people in the grave are poor and stupid or virtuous and incorruptible? Now there is nothing left but weeds.