1. Poems about paying homage to parents
2. Poems about paying homage to parents during Qingming Festival
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Poems about missing parents who have passed away
Chapter 1: Poems about missing parents who have passed away
Poems about missing relatives
2. Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night.
3. Sleeping in the morning under the rattan bed and paper tent, I can’t say enough, and I have no good thoughts. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water.
4. In the three flute games, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, and it feels like a spring outing. The gentle wind and rain rustled the ground, prompting thousands of tears. The flute player went to the empty jade tower, who could he lean on with his broken heart? If you break off a branch, there will be no one in the world or heaven to whom you can send it!
5. It is spring again on the small street in the south of the city. Only plum blossoms can be seen but no one can be seen; jade bones have long become soil under the spring, and the ink marks are like dust on the wall.
6. The jade bones are filled with mist, but the ice muscles have their own fairy wind. People from all over the world are sent to explore the fragrant bushes, and there are green-haired phoenixes hanging upside down. Plain face often looks too pink (氵万), and lipstick does not fade after washing makeup. High sentiments chase the dawn clouds in the sky, and do not dream of pear blossoms.
7. Tears but silently. Only regret the past. Relying on the painting and re-examination of knowledge, Yingying. It’s so sad that I can’t paint it. The other words are too clear. I woke up early from a dream in the middle of the night. Qing woke up from his dream early in the morning and woke up from his dream. Weeping all over the wind and rain at night.
8. During the Qingming Festival, peaches and plums smile, but in the wild fields and graves, there is only 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 noble men are burned to death for unjust marquises. The wise and foolish have known who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
9. There have been so many sad things recently, who can talk more about it? Educational sharing, green windows and red tears, early geese and early orioles. I appreciated it at the time but lost it now, which is a total loss of sentimentality. Suddenly I suspect that you have arrived, the wind blows from the painted lanterns, and I count the spring stars crazily.
10. Farmers recruit love boats, and the spring grass is green and the fields are green. I tried to go up to Wumen to get a glimpse of the county, and there was new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival. 17 I don’t know where the reeds are blowing, and all the people are looking for their hometowns in one night.
2. Recommend a few poems "in memory of father"
1. "
The fragrance of spring enters the garden
Kindness and strictness Voyage
Who will protect the remaining red
Ask the sunset about wine
2. "Farewell Father"
Breeze and raindrops
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Who knows the edict from heaven
Immortal flags save my father’s soul
3. "Thinking of my father" (Qijue)
Desiring the green mountains to raise my father’s tomb
It’s hard to say goodbye to family love in the prosperous age
From now on, I slowly walk again at night
Goodbye voice and appearance Dream Updates
4. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Spring Thunder Rising Violently in Cang Cang Tomb
It is Hard to Believe the Journey of the Nine Realms of Kindness and Strictness
When will we plow the land again
I dreamed of crying silently at midnight
5. "Thinking of My Father" (Qijue)
Drunken wind and drunken rain Drunk and longing for relatives
It is difficult to be filial and want to die in the high hall
Who can understand the sigh of homesickness
Several times of dreaming about Xinghua Village
6 , "Yong Mei" (Seven Wonders)
Who can appreciate the beautiful plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow
Standing alone in the harsh winter and falling into the nine fragrant flowers
The years have no trace and I always remember the past
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I miss my loved ones but don’t realize the cold wind is blowing
7. "Homesickness" (Qijue)
The breeze is drizzle and the autumn is cool
Still holding the pipa and holding the candle Hurt
I just hate my family love and have nowhere to complain
Ask you when you will go to Chiyang
3. Poems about remembering your parents during the Qingming Festival
"Qingming Festival" "Sacrifice to Parents"
During the Qingming Festival, we pay homage to the new grave, and the loving mother rests in peace and the soul of the child is gone.
The two old parents returned to the crane, and the Yin and Yang worlds were separated.
Pay equal attention to family precepts of kindness and power, and benefit the descendants through joys and sorrows.
One stick of fragrance will leave you with endless thoughts, and two lines of tears will express your deep gratitude.
"Qingming Expressions"
Looking at the tomb fields in my hometown in the distance, I can't help but shed tears.
My heart follows the geese and butterflies, and my tears stain the mountains and turn them into cuckoos.
When we are old and miss our relatives, we stay online, but when we are young, we miss our old friends and sit in front of the screen.
In the ups and downs of life, we must work hard, and the afterglow of the evening will comfort us.
"Qingming Festival"
I know from afar that my brother is paying homage to a new grave, but even though he is in a different place, he is of the same heart and soul.
It is difficult to distinguish between respecting relatives and thinking about them, and everyone remembers their ancestors.
Tomb-sweeping Day memorial service depends on the situation, and fraternity and promotion benefit future generations.
We mourn and express our condolences together, and express our deep gratitude with tears in our eyes.
4. What are the poems to commemorate the mother?
The poems are as follows:
Lovesickness
My mother sleeps in the ancient Xishan Mountain,
The son fell into Yueyang field.
Looking at each other thousands of miles apart,
weep all the time.
Missing my mother
I am a stranger in a foreign land,
It has been five episodes since I bid farewell to my mother.
The Pushan Mountains on the Huaihe Bank are empty, and the Baling Xiangshui River is full of sadness.
The west wind turns and we are sad,
The blood rains and the ice heart flies together with tears.
Today I kneel down and kowtow three times,
Even the spring grass in the sky is miserable.
Qingming Festival
When people are far away from their hometown during Qingming Festival,
Baling Xiangshui is very miserable.
God’s tears filled the Yaochi,
and turned into falling rain for thousands of miles.
Xijiang Moon
The wind carries golden flags and silver flags, and the clouds carry cranes and gods.
During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens to the sky, and the rain fills the courtyard of Xiangdai.
The wanderer is heartbroken to say goodbye, and lovesickness for thousands of miles is a disaster.
I will go to the balcony to enjoy wine and bow to my mother in the north.
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Crying to see one less person in the hall.
Nanshan Mother Sacrifice
The autumn rain has been continuous for nearly a month and a half,
Four cities and eight towns are flooded with water.
It is difficult for travelers from the south to move there.
It is difficult for scholars to travel from the north.
I went to Nanshan to have a drink,
The bamboos were singing in the lonely grave and calling my mother.
The wind crow understands and feels sympathy for each other,
The hatred fills the sky and breaks the heart.
5. What are the poems about "Mourning the Late Father"
1. "Half-Dead Tung Tree Covering the Sky"
Song He Zhu
< p> Everything will go wrong if you go through the Chang Gate. We came together and returned home differently.After the phoenix tree was half dead and the frost cleared, the white-headed mandarin duck flew away without its companion.
The grass on the original plain shows the first signs of sunshine. The old habitat and the new ridge are both close to each other.
Who can stay up all night to mend clothes when I lie on an empty bed and listen to the rain outside the south window?
2. "My Lord Cries First on Yuan Day"
Zhou Shuran, Qing Dynasty
I cried for my loved ones all night long, but they will come again at dawn.
Afraid of hurting my loving mother, I secretly flow to my pillow.
3. "Three Poems to Relieve Sorrow and Feelings"
Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
Mr. Xie, who was the youngest, was partial to girls, so he married Qian Lou and was a good boy.
I have no clothes to search for a bag of watermelon, and I am stuck in the mud and selling wine to pull out the gold hairpin.
Wild vegetables add to the meal, and the sweet cichlids are grown, while fallen leaves add fuel to the ancient locust trees.
Today's salary exceeds 100,000 yuan, and I will pay tribute to the emperor and resume the camp.
4. "Yi Ruan Resides in Seclusion"
Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
Chenliu's customs declined and there were countless people in the world.
On the fortress, Ruan Sheng was born, who succeeded his ancestors.
Those who are poor in knowledge and quiet will have white hair and old hair.
Cars and horses enter the neighboring house, surrounded by basil.
Qing poetry is a shortcut, and it takes pains to recognize a child.
Looking for me, the grass has a small diameter, and my clothes kick against the cold rain.
It is also proposed to live in a distant village to avoid the noise.
A guest with a bright Ji Ying is as honorable as dung.
5. "Mourning Poems"
Li Yu of the Tang Dynasty
It is difficult to get rid of the eternal thoughts, and I sigh in pain when I am alone.
The rain is late and the autumn is silent, and sorrow causes more diseases.
Thinking before swallowing the wind, feeling dizzy and blurred.
The king of space should remember me, and the poor man is lost in his family.
6. What are the poems that describe "missing the dead father"
Author of "The Book of Songs·Zhi'an": Anonymous (Spring and Autumn Period).
I look up at my father. The father said: "Hey! I have been working day and night for my son. Be careful, there is no end to the coming."
Definition: Climb up to the green hill and look at my father from a distance. I seem to hear my father saying to me: "My son is traveling far away for official business. He will be covered with dew in the morning and covered with stars in the evening. Please take care and come back early and don't stay in a distant place."
"Remembering My Father" 》Author: Zhou Yuru (Ming Dynasty).
Reminiscing about the past, I was a remnant, and the snow is flying when I return home. I haven't said a word in three years, and I can't bear to see him return home.
Definition: I recall the last time I went home at the end of the twelfth lunar month, it was still snowing heavily. There has been no contact from home for three years, and I couldn't help crying when I saw the wild geese flying south in the sky.
Extended information:
In the novel, the sentences in memory of my father are as follows:
I will never stop loving you, throw red beans with blood and tears, and there will be no end to the spring willows and spring flowers filling the painting building. . ------Cao Xueqin's "A Dream of Red Mansions" (Qing Dynasty)
Meaning: Every little bit of lovesickness, all the drops are bright red blood and tears! The bright red blood and tears condensed into beautiful red beads and turned into acacia beans.
The world is full of flowers, and I think about my father every year. ——Xin Yun "Missing Father" (Qing Dynasty)
Meaning: It is the time when poplar flowers are brewing in May. Every year at this time, I will think of my father.
7. What are the poems in memory of mother
1. "Sacrifice to Ancestors at Qingming Festival"
Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
Thin and Thin The rain is clear again, and the grass on the wilderness slopes is not green yet. Under the tomb of ashes and flowers, the fragrance of candles and wine are in the willow wind.
Thinking of my loving mother in the distant spring, I burst into tears while staring at the inscription. Who can complain about loneliness and sorrow? But watch the paper harrier dance in the sky.
2. "Qingming"
Wang Yucheng (Song Dynasty)
I have been far away from my hometown for several years, and there is no sacrifice to the weeds.
When the drizzle falls again during the Qingming Festival, I miss you so much.
Looking north from the home mountain, I bowed devoutly, my late father returned to the west and became a feather.
Wherever the black butterflies fluttered, there was a vague sound of training children outside the sky.
3. "Qingming Festival"
Zhang Hu (Tang Dynasty)
Qingming brought rain again, the spring reds were reduced by half and the wild grass was deep.
When a foreigner returns to his homeland, he sweeps his tomb and burns paper to show his filial piety.
Weeping over the early death of a loved one, the abandoned child lives alone in the world of mortals.
Are Jiuquan’s parents okay? Who accompanies a solitary grave in Huangling?
The kingdom of heaven on earth has been gone for a long time, and the willow threads are hanging down in the spring breeze again.
The Qingming festival is approaching and I am pregnant with my wife. Who can feel sorry for her and have tears in her eyes?
4. "Qingming Rain"
Zeng Ji (Ming Dynasty)
The moon is hidden, the stars are sparse, the candles are full of tears, the tea and cold wine are light and silent.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice was loud, and the emotions in my heart were tormented.
5. "Promoting Photography and Picking Mulberry Seeds for the Qingming Festival"
Zhu Dunru (Song Dynasty)
It is just right for the Qingming Festival to pay homage to ancestors and express one's feelings. The clear stream sheds tears, Cangshan also mourns, unforgettable family love.
I can’t bear to watch the paper and silk have been burned out, and I am silent and desolate, sending my heroic spirit far away. In remembrance of my parents, it is difficult to repay my heartbreak, so I kneel down and kowtow at their graves.
Poems about paying homage to parents during the Qingming Festival 1. Poems about remembering parents during the Qingming Festival
"Sacrifice parents during the Qingming Festival"
Worship the new graves during the Qingming Festival, the loving mother rests in peace and the child is dead soul.
The two old parents returned to the crane, and the Yin and Yang worlds were separated.
Pay equal attention to family mottos of kindness and power, and benefit the descendants through joys and sorrows.
One stick of fragrance will leave you with endless thoughts, and two lines of tears will express your deep gratitude.
"Qingming Festival"
Looking at the tomb fields in my hometown in the distance, I can't help but shed tears.
My heart follows the geese and butterflies, and my tears stain the mountains and turn them into cuckoos.
When we are old and miss our relatives, we stay online, but when we are young, we miss our old friends and sit in front of the screen.
In the ups and downs of life, we must work hard, and the afterglow of the evening will comfort us.
"Qingming Festival"
I know from afar that I am paying homage to a new grave, but even in a different place, my soul is broken.
It is difficult to distinguish between respecting relatives and thinking about them, and everyone remembers their ancestors.
Tomb-sweeping Day memorial service depends on the situation, and fraternity and promotion benefit future generations.
We mourn and express our condolences together, and express our deep gratitude with tears in our eyes.
2. Poems to mourn parents during the Qingming Dynasty
1. "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Step Rhyme to Mr. Lao He"
Farewell to Hongshan, several times tonight , it’s close to Qingming time.
I still have dreams of poetry, but I’m just afraid that it’s hard to realize my infatuation.
The cherry blossoms attract customers, the pond pavilion gets drunk, and I visit relatives and friends for days.
If I am interested in going to Wuyuan Chun again, I will miss my hometown and linger on the right side of the river.
2. "Qingming Festival"
Thousands of houses are cold and the willow smoke is light, but there is no clear sky but there is love; A drunken guest is hard-pressed;
Zi Tui cut the flesh with three knives and stood it up, and the emperor's monument was found on a piece of paper;
We are just about to wake up from the nightmare of the world of mortals, and when spring comes, we order beans at the Qingming Festival.
The flowers are blooming in March, the purple swallows are coming to the south to break the purple clouds
The fish are fed with green grass and they are drunk, and the Qingming poems are written to mourn the souls of the dead
Another year In peach blossom spring, swallows cut green willows, the wind plays with clouds.
The water in Yaxian Creek is just right, so don’t forget to bring your poetry with you when outing.
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and I walk through the countryside in the rain.
I would like to ask what I am thinking about at this time. I miss you so much that I feel like I am dying.
Unbearable Qingming rain, who will let the power paper pass through the small village.
Picking willow flowers will make you drunk with wine, how can the loess cover up your missing soul.
The cuckoo cries blood and the sky mourns, the miserable wind and bitter rain fill the cheeks with tears.
Kneeling with both feet at the graveyard, the beauty cannot wipe away the sadness.
3. "Qingming Festival"
I have been far away from my hometown for several years, and there is not a single bush of weeds to offer sacrifices.
When the drizzle falls again during the Qingming Festival, I miss you so much.
Looking north from the home mountain, I bowed devoutly, my late father returned to the west and became a feather.
Wherever the black butterflies fluttered, there was a vague sound of training children in the sky.
4. "The Sapphire Case, Sacrifice to the Father"
The moon in the countryside and mountains is cold and the river is blue. Who am I going to? I feel lonely.
The snow falls and the ice freezes the two places in sorrow, the flute swallows the words, the knuckles fly, and a few people play new songs.
Asking the sky, the Big Dipper is still nowhere to be found, the world is cool and cool, and the green shirt covers it.
I am anxious to pursue glitz, my family and mountains have not yet been sacrificed, I sob at a loss, and I bow my head at the moon all the time.
5. "Treading on the Shasha at Qingming Festival"
The weeping rain mourns the soul, the cranes bow and chirp, and the slightest drizzle of rain touches the heart.
During the Qingming Festival, hundreds of flowers and branches fall, and vast melancholy floats in the sky.
Time passes by, and prosperity passes by. The time is like water and cannot be remembered.
The voice and appearance were difficult to write yesterday, and the green mountains are still in a flashy dream.
6. "Reflections on My Mother's Hospitalization"
The luxurious hospital is full of sorrow, and I have to spend a lot of money to smoke it.
The remaining snow and ice are lost every season, and the dead branches and weak willows are in the cycle of death and life.
It is difficult to redeem the past and present of misfortunes and blessings, and tomorrow will have its own share of joys and sorrows.
The spring breeze brings warmth and comfort to people's faces, and the Qingming rain washes away the dust.
The Qingming Festival brings heavy rain again, the spring reds are reduced by half and the weeds are deep.
When a foreigner returns to his homeland, he sweeps his tomb and burns paper to show his filial piety.
Weeping over the early death of a loved one, the abandoned child lives alone in the world of mortals.
Are Jiuquan’s parents okay? Who accompanies a solitary grave in Huangling?
The kingdom of heaven on earth has been gone for a long time, and the willow threads are hanging down in the spring breeze.
The Qingming festival is approaching and I am pregnant with my wife. Who can feel sorry for her and have tears in her eyes?
7. "Qingming Rain"
The moon is hidden, the stars are sparse, the candles are full of tears, the tea, cold wine and light pen are speechless.
The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice was loud, and the emotions in my heart were tormented.
8. "Promoting Photography and Picking Mulberries for the Qingming Festival"
It is a good time to pay homage to ancestors and express one's feelings as the Qingming Festival approaches. The clear stream sheds tears, Cangshan also mourns, unforgettable family love.
I can’t bear to watch the paper and silk have been burned, and I am silent and desolate, sending my heroic spirit far away. In remembrance of my parents, it is difficult to repay my heartbreak, so I kneel down and kowtow at their graves.
3. Poems in memory of mother during Qingming Festival
A white towel
Sweep away the dust on the tombstone
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In mourning for my mother
Light a stick of incense
Tell my mother my farewell words
The North in April
Unmelted ice and snow remain in the cemetery
The spring breeze is still cold and cold
Tears welling up in your eyes
Feel the salty taste
Standing in front of the tombstone
Mom’s smile and soft eyes
A heat wave hits my heart
Your The warning words
turned into a set of wind chimes
sweet to the ears and moist to the soul
have been accompanying the children as they grow up
the years are carved into the landscape
The steps to climb the mountain are not neat and orderly
I have been holding on to your arms all the way
No matter how hard the days are
you always use Face it with a smile
The wind is very strong today
I know
That is your instruction to your children
Take good care of yourself
You are still the umbrella that protects our children from the wind and rain
You have never left us
4. Poems to commemorate relatives on Qingming Festival
"The Qingming Festival" Tang Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars is heard on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
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.
"The Lords Presented to the Hall during the Qingming Festival" by Gao Qi of the Yuan Dynasty
The new smoke is burning along the willow wall, and the apricot cheese is fragrant and highly praised.
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.
I am happy to have an old friend waiting for the imperial edict, and I plan to get drunk in Beijing in the spring.
"Qingming" by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
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 scholars burn to death unjust princes.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
"Butterflies in Love with Flowers·Spring Evening" Li Guan, Song Dynasty
Walking leisurely in the distant night pavilion.
It’s just past Qingming Festival, and I’m starting to feel the twilight of spring.
The sound of rain and the wind are about to stop.
The hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and apricot are faintly fragrant.
Who is on the swing, smiling and whispering.
I miss you so much.
There is no place for arrangement in this world.
"Broken Array·Spring Scene" by Yan Shu of the Song Dynasty
When the swallows came to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lagged behind the Qingming Festival.
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, and one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves.
The sun is long and the flying catkins are light.
The charmingly smiling female companion from the east neighbor greets her on the mulberry picking path.
I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night, so I will win the grass fight today.
Smiling comes from both faces.
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5. A poem written in memory of my mother during the Qingming Festival
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderer is halfway out of the city in search of spring.
At dusk, the music and songs are put away, and thousands of willow trees belong to the wandering orioles.
Eight classic Qingming poems
Qingming Festival, also called the Outing Festival, falls between April 4th and 6th every year according to the Gregorian calendar. It is a good time to go outing during the Qingming Festival, so the ancients had the custom of going outing during the Qingming Festival and carrying out a series of sports activities. This custom has a history of more than 2,000 years. In the vast treasure house of ancient literature, there are countless poems about Qingming. The following eight classic poems have been handed down, which are shared with readers:
"Qingming" by Du Mu
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.
I asked where the restaurant was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Comments: This is the most widely circulated Qingming poem. The most exciting phrase is "I want to break my soul", and the sadness of the mourner is vividly expressed on the page.
Later generations also adapted this poem into a short situation drama with different fragmentation methods - During the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another. On the road, pedestrians want to die. May I ask: "Where is the restaurant?" The shepherd boy (pointing from a distance): Xinghua Village.
"Jiang Chengzi" 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, nowhere to say 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.
Comments: This is a love poem written during the Qingming Festival. Su Shi married Wang Fu at the age of 19. The couple harmoniously enjoyed each other's love. Unexpectedly, Wang Fu died ten years later and was buried in his hometown. Ten years after his wife's death, Su Shi, who was an official in Mizhou, dreamed of his late wife during the Qingming Festival. Although the living and the dead are forever separated by the netherworld, they "will never be forgotten without thinking about it." Especially the scene in the dream where the couple looked at each other without saying anything was touching.
"Cold Food and Wild Hopes" by Bai Juyi
Crows and magpies make noise in the dark trees. Who will cry when eating cold food during the Qingming Festival? Paper money flies in the wind in the wilderness, and the spring grass is green on the ancient tombs.
Tangli flowers reflect the poplar trees, which is the place where life and death are separated. The heavy spring in the dark can't be heard, and people go back in the rain.
Comments: Bai Juyi is good at using description to exaggerate the atmosphere in this poem. The paper money blowing in the wind and the ancient tombs all give people a sense of desolation and eternity. Ancient love. Tangli and Poplars are originally a place of scenery, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, they are "a place of separation between life and death", which expresses the impermanence of life.
"Cold Food on the Tomb" Yang Wanli
What a shame for a straight man! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance? The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it. The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is no new scenery. Pear blossoms are eaten in the cold, and they only worry about the rest during the festival.
Comment: This is the author’s feeling when visiting the grave. Focus on the desolate scene on the way to the grave. The lonely shabby house and the dangerous bridge all gave people a feeling of helplessness. So "I only worry about the rest."
"Qingming" by Huang Tingjian
During the Qingming festival, the peaches and plums smile, but 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.
Comments: From the flowers blooming, I think of the dead in the wilderness and the value of life. Although no matter how wise or stupid they are, they are all the same in the end, but the meaning of life is very different. This is just as contemporary people say, whether you are an official or a citizen, you will eventually return to the same point: growing old. It's just that the process of life is different. The author's Qingming poem has a much deeper intention. It not only pays tribute to the dead, but also serves as a warning to the living.
"Cold Food" 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.
Comments: Unlike other poems about the Qingming Festival, this poem is obviously given a political color. In the Tang Dynasty, ministers were given Qingming candles in the palace before the Qingming Festival. As a result, the smoke from those candles enveloped the palace and spread in all directions, subtly satirizing the number of privileges and powerful people.