1, Qingming/Woodman. Between a year and a year, some rough things are grinding, which shortens those thoughts. Shorten the coming inadvertently, and inadvertently go to the loess, where will you go. Then, in the dust, build a monument, and the monument will be covered with dust.
Dust will be covered with dust again until it can't be dug at last. No shovel of new soil can cover another day of thick dust.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day/Liu Hong of Shule River. Feeling a little desolate, piccolo playing opposite Ma Touqin, the hustle and bustle of the city can't hide the yearning for the desert, and things are just old dreams that people can't arouse. I believe that the deceased relatives are still safe, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
There will be an endless stream of feelings captured by words, and you will be as pious as me. I feel a little bleak, and the flute is constantly released at night.
The prosperity of the city can't hide my thoughts of you, and the mood as light as chrysanthemum is just a faint fragrance. I believe that the deceased relatives are still safe, because missing is an immortal force in the blood! Three thousand miles in the desert of the western regions, the feelings captured by words will be endless. You will be as pious as I am.
Life and death represent the collision between the past and reality, and the cycle of day and night becomes an indispensable hope in life, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
3. Qingming modern poetry (anonymous).
The flowers on the green branches are blooming, and the Qingming family sacrifice is dark and sad. The love of mother and father has always been there, and the tradition of ancestors has been passed down from generation to generation. Selling old wine in front of the monument with tears, burning incense in the wild and turning money. It's hard to see each other in this life, and the afterlife is also a feeling of flesh and blood.