Complete works of Tomb-Sweeping Day's four seven-character quatrains

First, "Qingming" Du Mu.

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Comments: This is the most widely circulated Qingming poem. The most wonderful words are "I want to break my soul", and the sadness of the mourners is vividly on the paper. Later generations also adapted this poem into a short sitcom in different ways-it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival. On the road, pedestrians want to break their souls. Excuse me, "where is the restaurant?" Shepherd boy (pointing): Xinghua Village.

Second, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Bai Juyi.

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pears reflect poplars, full of life and death. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

Comments: Bai Juyi is good at depicting the atmosphere in this poem. Paper money and ancient tombs fluttering in the wind give people a sense of killing and a sense of tranquility. Li Tang poplar was originally a landscape, but in Bai Juyi's eyes, "it's all life and death", which shows that life is impermanent.

Third, Zhang Ji's Lumen Business.

The tiller calls for love boats, and the spring grass is green and boundless.

Try going to Wumen to see the county outline. There are some new cigarettes in Qingming.

Comments: The subtle sentence of this poem is "There are new smoke in several places in Qingming Festival", but there is no new smoke, indicating that people are dying everywhere. Cigarettes that burn paper money are obviously old and still disappear every year. In particular, the word "give it a try" vividly outlines the author's fear of peeping at the bleak scene.

Fourth, "Cold Food Tomb" Yang Wanli.

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone. Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

Comment: This is how the author felt when he went to the grave. Focus on rendering the bleak scene on the way to the underworld. Lonely broken houses and dangerous bridges all give people a feeling of helplessness. So "just worry about it."

Fifth, "Qingming" Huang Tingjian.

Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, 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. A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

Comments: I thought of the dead and the value of life in the wilderness from the flowers. No matter how wise or stupid.