2. Tomb-Sweeping Day, feeling sad, two tears turned into rain. Grab the loess and spread it all over the world, and sprinkle a pot of turbid wine to worship the sky. In heaven, the dead rest in peace, and the dutiful son and grandson come to worship. May you turn into a breeze, and the world is born for happiness.
3. Sacrificing martyrs, Bai Hancui wind; Respect the sages before, pine trees spit green water, and the water flow is long; The mountain valley is full of sobs; The rain is fluttering, and a thousand words are sad and melancholy; After eating cold food, the thin wine in the cup was soaked in fine soil. Tomb-Sweeping Day, pray for the safety of our ancestors!
4. Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I still took a bunch of white chrysanthemums and my father's favorite orchids to visit my father and mother in the cemetery! For twenty years, I have never let go of my deep attachment to them. Maybe it's because they get too much love, maybe they haven't done enough for their daughter, or maybe they haven't had time to repay them.
5. During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the tombstone blew silently. Shake the pine and cypress gently and blow the tears. Sadness is surrounded by smoke, paper money is flying and wine is poured. I wish Yong 'an a good country, and the living will join hands to enjoy Tao Tao.
6. Outside my heart, it's raining all the time, and Shan Ye is foggy. Heart, covered with a curtain of smoke, and wet eyes. Where did I put my umbrella? Rain, it's not just my hair that attacks my clothes. Getting wet with clothes and apricot flowers will be very confusing. Spring is not cold, but the heart and soul are cold. The wind and rain in Liu Cui make the shadows clear, put aside the chaos and make the music clear. The azaleas cried blood and branches, and they all fell crimson. The grass and trees are sad, and the tea blooms. Don't dream about life and death. Yellow paper power coin, send me grief. Piao Piao Su Bai, write my heart song. My father who taught me poetry, why didn't he teach me to suffer? Support a boat, cross the river of life and death, and don't let the greedy clay bodhisattva accept sacrifice. Burn incense and pray together-rest in peace, dear father!
7. Every year, this day carries many thoughts. Perhaps the attachment in the past has changed. Let us mourn with the most affectionate words and pay homage with sincere actions.
8. Send thoughts during the Qingming Festival, and the harmony between man and nature. Dew moistens the Renaissance Festival, and bloom feels the favor. Life is endless, the Yangtze River is rolling, and the spring breeze is drizzling. Spit out the old and get new ones, and the message is natural.
9. It is clearly a stream, and it is clearly a skylight, spring and Jingming; Obviously it is a memory, obviously it is acacia, and the heart is quiet; Clear is melancholy, clear is life. This day is even more important to grasp. Tomb-Sweeping Day, cherish the true feelings!
10, another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, another rainy season. Qingming must look at the past, and the past must look at the past. The pace is still the same as before, just like yesterday. Once upon a time, I couldn't stop thinking about the indelible past. I just wanted to be safe.
1 1, Qingming, this special day needs to be remembered. Remember the power of sentiment, wipe away the tears of remembrance, inspire us to move forward, study hard, love my China and bless our motherland!
12, beautiful spring, sunny, catkins dancing, swallows dancing, sending messages to send blessings. Good luck and happiness. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. I wish you peace, happiness, happiness, health and well-being.
13, you dyed the national flag red with your blood; You blocked the enemy's fire with your thin bodies; You fought for our freedom with practical actions. In front of the mountains, you are so small; But in our hearts, you are so great.
14, a glass of sake, full of thoughts for loved ones; A chrysanthemum, wrapped in care for the deceased; Tears thousands of lines, entrusted with memories of the past; The smoke from the kitchen is continuous, and the memories of ancestors are scattered. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the dead rest in peace.
15, wandering alone in the internet, full of eyes. How can there be a lover who tells the story of Qian Qian? Looking for it, everything in the world is doomed.
16, Qingming sad parting, endless period. The spring rain was thick and dense, and fell on the cemetery. I remembered my old friend again, and my eyes filled with tears. There is no substitute for melancholy, and burning incense is reluctant. Blink of an eye, another season, Sauvignon Blanc.
17, a year of clear and rainy, the tomb is silent. The cuckoo's voice still hurts, and sad words are often sad. Paper money is flying in the depths of pine trees, and the tears of relatives are buried in loess. If you ask what is the most important thing in the world, be filial before you die.
18, they paved Kang Ming Avenue with their bodies; It was they who dyed the eastern sun red with blood; They dedicated their precious lives to their motherland. They are the most dazzling stars in this pure land, and martyrs are our pride and pride.
19, how beautiful the spring scenery is in Qingming, and the peaches and plums are drunk. Although it is pleasant to enjoy the beautiful scenery, you need to pay attention to this when playing. Beware of pollen allergy and dress lightly and appropriately. Choose the suburbs according to your ability and do a good job in sun protection and health care. I wish you more laughter and a happy life.
20. Missing parents shouldn't be confined to Tomb-Sweeping Day, but today this kind of missing has escalated. I think this is because the ancients made us remember the hardships and kindness of our parents, so that people can improve their moral sentiments through worship, and it also depends on the ideas of future generations. Peace to the parents in heaven and blessings to the children of your.