华夏清明祭祖恩

 （七绝十二首）

    诗／廖尚光

        （一）

清明祭祖话忠臣，

皇帝烧山为感恩。

只见遗留诗两句，

虔诚祭奠世人遵。

        （二）

每到清明百姓忙，

各家祭祖忆悲伤。

当年老辈离阳世，

引起儿孙挂念长。

        （三）

清明到了想爹娘，

忆起当年父母忙。

日夜操心拼命干，

养家教子善担当。

        （四）

当年靠祖育成才，

喜抱爹娘倍暖怀。

母在年年春节聚，

此生倍感幸福来。

        （五）

生前死别最伤心，

母逝天塌痛降临。

失去爹娘姊妹散，

再无齐聚享新春。

        （六）

母在年年春节聚，

喜接压岁买糖钱。

高堂逝后再无享，

常在清明祭奠潸。

        （七）

父母生前儿不孝，

只图拼命挣钱花。

不能尽力送温暖，

失去亲人倍想妈。

        （八）

后悔年轻不孝老，

不能献血救慈娘。

终生遗憾使心痛，

内疚悲伤念母长。

        （九）

生不完全尽孝家，

母能原谅大儿吗？

长年祭祀感恩祖，

但愿高堂护佑娃。

        （十）

清明祭祖要虔诚，

吾忆高堂涌感情。

常谢爹娘疼愛子，

每家香火旺而兴。

       （十一）

养大深恩难忘记，

多家育有好儿郎。

守疆卫国忘生死，

烈士丰碑永闪光。

       （十二）

神州祭祖讲文明，

重在心诚牢记情。

世代相传铭大义，

黎民永远奋图腾。

Offering sacrifices to Zu en during the Chinese Tomb Sweeping Day

(seven out of twelve)

Poetry / Liao Shangguang

(I)

During the Qingming Festival, the ancestors were worshipped and loyal officials were told,

The emperor burned the mountain for Thanksgiving.

There are only two poems left,

Pious sacrifice to the world.

(II)

When people are busy at Qingming Festival,

Every family worships their ancestors and remembers their sadness.

When the old man died,

Cause long-term concern for children and grandchildren.

(III)

When Qingming comes, I miss my parents,

I remember when my parents were busy.

Work hard day and night,

Support the family and teach the children to be good at taking responsibility.

(IV)

In those days, they were brought up by their ancestors,

I like to hug my parents.

Mother gets together every Spring Festival,

Feel happy in this life.

(V)

It's sad to die before you die,

When the mother died, the sky collapsed and pain came.

Lost parents and sisters,

No more gathering to enjoy the Spring Festival.

(VI)

Mother gets together every Spring Festival,

I like to receive money for new year's candy.

No more enjoyment after the death of the high hall,

Often in the Qingming Festival to mourn.

(VII)

Parents were unfilial to their children,

Just trying to earn money and spend it.

Can't try to send warmth,

I miss my mother when I lose my relatives.

(VIII)

Regret being young, unfilial and old,

You can't donate blood to save loving mother.

Lifelong regret makes the heart ache,

Feel guilty and sad and miss your mother.

(IX)

Life is not completely filial,

Can mother forgive eldest son?

Offering sacrifices to Thanksgiving ancestors for many years,

I hope the high hall protects the baby.

(x)

Be pious in offering sacrifices to ancestors during the Qingming Festival,

I recall the feelings of the high hall.

I often thank my parents,

Every family is flourishing with incense.

(XI)

It's hard to forget the deep kindness of raising children,

Many families have good children.

Guarding the border and defending the country, forgetting life and death,

The monument of martyrs shines forever.

(XII)

China worships its ancestors and stresses civilization,

Focus on sincerity and remember affection.

From generation to generation,

Li Min will always strive for the totem.

       新韵对联三百篇•201

                    枫林醉

把酒思乡，别绪三分心寂寂；

临风忆友，离愁万种意惶惶。

踏雪寻香，西岭红梅堪入画；

凌风步月，云天北斗已阑干。

歌声阵阵，鹊登庭树唱春曲；

瑞气盈盈，雪打纱灯送旧年。

幽径霜疏，竹子摇摇筛月色；

平湖浪静，清波漾漾荡渔舟。

碧水摇风，菡萏一池浮潋滟；

清辉弄影，萤灯万点舞婀娜。

多情雁影，边城白月江南梦；

冰镜游云，碧宇青天桂殿秋。

300 new rhyme couplets • 201

Maple forest drunk

Wine homesick, three distractions, solitude;

Remembering friends in the face of the wind, there are thousands of thoughts of separation and panic.

Stepping on snow to find fragrance, Xiling red plum can be painted;

Ling Feng steps on the moon, and the Big Dipper in the cloud sky has dried up.

Singing in bursts, magpies climb the court tree and sing spring songs;

Auspicious, snow gauze lamp to send the old year.

The path is frosty and sparse, and the bamboo shakes the moonlight;

The waves in Pinghu Lake are quiet, and the clear waves are rippling with fishing boats.

The blue water shakes the wind, and the Han River floats in a pool;

Qinghui makes shadows, and fluorescent lights dance gracefully.

Amorous wild goose shadow, white moon in border city, Jiangnan dream;

The ice mirror travels through the clouds, the green sky and the GuiDian autumn.

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[唐杜]杜牧《清明》

清明时节雨纷纷，路上行人欲断魂。

借问酒家何处有？牧童遥指杏花村。

[宋]晏几道《浣溪沙》

二月和风到碧城，万条千缕绿相迎。舞烟眠雨过清明。

妆镜巧眉偷叶样，歌楼妍曲借枝名。晚秋霜霰莫无情。

[宋]黄庭坚《清明》

佳节清明桃李笑，野田荒冢只生愁。

惊天地龙蛇蛰，雨足郊原草木柔。

人乞祭余骄妾妇，士甘焚死不公侯。

贤愚千载知谁是，满眼蓬蒿共一丘。

[唐]孟浩然《清明即事》

帝里重清明，人心自愁思。

车声上路合，柳色东城翠。

花落草齐生，莺飞蝶双戏。

空堂坐相忆，酌茗聊代醉。

[宋]吴文英《风入松·听风听雨过清明》

听风听雨过清明。愁草瘗花铭。楼前绿暗分携路，一丝柳、一寸柔情。料峭春寒中酒，交加晓梦啼莺。

西园日日扫林亭。依旧赏新晴。黄蜂频扑秋千索，有当时、纤手香凝。惆怅双鸳不到，幽阶一夜苔生。

[唐]白居易《清明夜》

好风胧月清明夜，碧砌红轩刺史家。

独绕回廊行复歇，遥听弦管暗看花。

[宋]高翥《清明日对酒》

南北山头多墓田，清明祭扫各纷然。

纸灰飞作白蝴蝶，泪血染成红杜鹃。

日落狐狸眠冢上，夜归儿女笑灯前。

人生有酒须当醉，一滴何曾到九泉。

[宋]黄孝迈《湘春夜月·近清明》

近清明。翠禽枝上消魂。可惜一片清歌，都付与黄昏。欲共柳花低诉，怕柳花轻薄，不解伤春。念楚乡旅宿，柔情别绪，谁与温存。

空樽夜泣，青山不语，残月当门。翠玉楼前，惟是有、一波湘水，摇荡湘云。天长梦短，问甚时、重见桃根。这次第，算人间没个并刀，剪断心上愁痕。

[宋]秦观《江城子·清明天气醉游郎》

清明天气醉游郎。莺儿狂。燕儿狂。翠盖红缨，道上往来忙。记得相逢垂柳下，雕玉珮，缕金裳。

春光还是旧春光。桃花香。李花香。浅白深红，一一斗新妆。惆怅惜花人不见，歌一阕，泪千行。

[宋]吴惟信《苏堤清明即事》

梨花风起正清明，游子寻春半出城。

日暮笙歌收拾去，万株杨柳属流莺。

[宋]韦庄《长安清明》

蚤是伤春梦雨天，可堪芳草更芊芊。

内官初赐清明火，上相闲分白打钱。

紫陌乱嘶红叱拨，绿杨高映画秋千。

游人记得承平事，暗喜风光似昔年。

[宋] 欧阳修《采桑子·清明上巳西湖好》

清明上巳西湖好，满目繁华。争道谁家。绿柳朱轮走钿车。

游人日暮相将去，醒醉喧哗。路转堤斜。直到城头总是花。

[唐]孟浩然《清明日宴梅道士房》

林卧愁春尽，搴帷览物华。

忽逢青鸟使，邀入赤松家。

金灶初开火，仙桃正发花。

童颜若可驻，何惜醉流霞。

[唐]温庭筠《清明日》

清娥画扇中，春树郁金红。

出犯繁花露，归穿弱柳风。

马骄偏避幰，鸡骇乍开笼。

柘弹何人发，黄鹂隔故宫。

[宋]范成大《清明日狸渡道中》

洒洒沾巾雨，披披侧帽风。花燃山色里，柳卧水声中。

石马立当道，纸鸢鸣半空。墦间人散後，乌鸟正西东。

[宋] 范成大《虞美人·玉箫惊报同云重》

玉箫惊报同云重。仍怪金瓶冻。清明将近雪花翻。不道海棠消瘦、柳丝寒。

王孙沈醉狨毡幕。谁怕罗衣薄。烛灯香雾两厌厌。仿佛有人愁损、上眉尖。

[宋]辛弃疾《满江红·暮春》

家住江南，又过了、清明寒食。花径里、一番风雨，一番狼籍。红粉暗随流水去，园林渐觉清阴密。算年年、落尽刺桐花，寒无力。

庭院静，空相忆。无说处，闲愁极。怕流莺乳燕，得知消息。尺素始今何处也，彩云依旧无踪迹。谩教人、羞去上层楼，平芜碧。

[唐]冯延巳《采桑子·风微帘幕清明近》

风微帘幕清明近，花落春残。尊酒留欢，添尽罗衣怯夜寒。

愁颜恰似烧残烛，珠泪阑干。也欲高拌，争奈相逢情万般。

[Tang Du] Du Mu's Qingming Festival

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 in the distance.

[song] Huanxi Road

February and the wind to the green city, thousands of strands of green meet each other. Dance smoke sleep, rain after Qingming.

Make up mirror Qiao eyebrow steal leaf like, song Lou Yan Song borrow branch name. Don't be merciless in the late autumn.

[Song Dynasty] Huang Tingjian's Qingming Festival

During the festival, peaches and plums smile during the Qingming Festival, while Noda wasteland is full of sorrow.

The earth is shocked by the sting of dragons and snakes, and the rain is enough to soften the original vegetation in the suburbs.

People beg to sacrifice Yu Jiao's concubine and wife, and scholars are willing to burn to death.

Wise and foolish people have known who is for thousands of years. There is a hill full of Artemisia annua.

[Tang] Meng Haoran's Qingming Festival

The emperor pays attention to Qingming, and the people are sad.

The sound of the car on the road, willow color, east city green.

Flowers and grass grow together, and birds fly and butterflies play.

Sit in the empty hall and remember each other, drink tea and chat instead of drunk.

[Song Dynasty] Wu Wenying's "the wind blows into the pine, listening to the wind and rain over the Qingming Festival"

Listen to the wind and rain over Qingming. Worry about the grass and bury the flower inscription. Green and dark in front of the building carry the road, with a trace of willow and an inch of tenderness. In spring and cold, the wine is mixed with a dream and a warbler.

The West Garden sweeps the forest pavilion every day. Still enjoy the new sunshine. Wasps often flutter on the swing rope, with the fragrance of time and slender hands. Melancholy double Mandarin less than, secluded step night moss.

[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi's Tomb Sweeping night

It's a fine wind, hazy moon, clear and bright night, and the Bi brick red Pavilion stabs the historian.

Walk around the cloister alone and take a rest, listen to the string tube remotely and look at the flowers secretly.

[Song Dynasty] Gao Zhu's "wine on the Qingming Day"

There are many tomb fields on the north and South Mountains, and there are various tomb sweeping ceremonies during the Qingming Festival.

Paper dust flies as a white butterfly, and tears and blood stain into a red azalea.

At sunset, the fox sleeps on the grave and returns to the children laughing in front of the lamp at night.

When there is wine in life, you should be drunk. How can a drop ever reach Jiuquan.

[song] Huang Xiaomai's "Hunan spring night moon near Qingming"

Near Qingming. Emerald birds disappear from the branches. It's a pity that all the songs are paid to dusk. If you want to share a low complaint with willow flowers, you are afraid that willow flowers are frivolous and do not understand how to hurt spring. I'm going to stay in the hometown of Chu. I'm feeling tender and tender.

Empty bottles cry at night, green mountains are silent, and the waning moon is the door. In front of the emerald building, there is only a wave of Xiangshui, shaking Xiangyun. The sky is long and the dream is short. When you ask, see the peach root again. This time, no one in the world has a knife to cut the sorrow mark on his heart.

[Song Dynasty] Qin Guan's "jiangchengzi: Drunken tour in Qingming weather"

Drunk Youlang on Qingming Day. Warbler mania. Swallow crazy. Cui Gai has a red tassel, and the road is busy. I remember meeting under the weeping willow, carving jade Pei and wisps of gold clothes.

Spring or old spring. Peach blossom fragrance. Li Huaxiang. Light white and deep red, one by one fighting new makeup. Melancholy, cherish flowers, people disappear, a song, a thousand lines of tears.

Su Weixin, Song Dynasty

The wind of pear blossoms is rising, and the Tomb Sweeping Day is coming. Wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring.

At dusk, when the song is sung, ten thousand willows are migratory warblers.

[song] Wei Zhuang's Chang'an Qingming Festival

Fleas hurt spring dreams. On rainy days, fragrant grass can be more delicate.

At the beginning, the internal official gave Qingming fire, and the upper phase was free to divide the money for nothing.

The Purple Street hissed and yelled, and the green poplar painted a swing.

Visitors remember Chengping and secretly like the scenery in the past.

[Song Dynasty] Ouyang Xiu's mulberry picking: the West Lake is good at Qingming Festival

On the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good and prosperous. Argue about who's home. Green willows and Zhu wheels walk in tin cars.

Visitors will go away at dusk and wake up drunk and noisy. The embankment is inclined. It's always flowers up to the top of the city.

[Tang] Meng Haoran's "Qingming Day banquet plum Taoist room"

The forest sleeps and worries about the end of spring, and the bed curtain looks at the beauty of things.

Suddenly, the green bird envoy invited him into the red pine house.

At the beginning of Jinzao fire, Xiantao is blooming.

If a child's face can stay, He Xi is drunk.

[Tang] Wen Tingyun's Tomb Sweeping Day

In the Qing'e painting fan, the spring trees are golden and red.

If you come out with flowers and dew, go back and wear the weak willow wind.

The horse is too proud to avoid the cage, and the chicken is too frightened to open the cage.

Who sends the zhehe bullet? The Oriole is separated from the Forbidden City.

[Song Dynasty] Fan Chengda's "Li Du road in the Qingming Day"

Sprinkle with towel rain and side hat wind. Flowers burn in the mountains and willows lie in the sound of water.

The stone horse stands on the road, and the paper kite sings in the air. After the people scattered, the black bird was in the West and East.

[Song Dynasty] Fan Chengda's "beauty of Yu · jade flute startles and reports tongyunzhong"

The jade flute startles and reports the same cloud weight. Still blame the golden bottle jelly. Qingming is approaching, and snowflakes turn. No, Begonia is thin and willow silk is cold.

Wang sun was drunk and felt the curtain. Who is afraid of thin Luoyi. The candle lamp and the fragrant mist are both disgusting. It seems that someone is worried and has his eyebrows pointed up.

[Song Dynasty] Xin Qiji's Red River in late spring

I live in the south of the Yangtze River and have a cold food after Qingming and Qingming. In the flower path, a storm, a mess. The pink and dark go with the running water, and the garden gradually feels clear, yin and dense. Every year, all the Erythrina flowers fall, cold and weak.

The courtyard is quiet and empty. There is no place to say, and there is nothing to worry about. Afraid of warblers and swallows, I learned the news. Where is the ruler from now on, and the colored clouds are still nowhere to be found. Abuse teach people, shame to go upstairs, flat Wubi.

[Tang Dynasty] Feng Yansi's mulberry picking: the wind is gentle and the curtain is clear and bright

The wind is slight, the curtain is clear and bright, and the flowers fall and the spring remains. Honor wine and stay happy, add Luoyi and fear the cold night.

Sorrow is like burning a candle, and tears are dry. Also want to mix high, strive to meet, love all kinds.