The poems about missing parents during the Qingming Festival are as follows:
1. During the Qingming Festival, I recall my parents’ kindness, and my love fills the world like raindrops. During my lifetime, I always fulfilled my filial piety, so there is no need to cover the grave with paper money. I shed tears during the Qingming Festival, and my heart turns to ashes. In the bleak place of the solitary tomb in Qingzhong, who will accompany the old father through the desolation?
2. The wind and rain are as dark as the Qingming Festival, and the festive season triggers homesickness. The wanderer's heart is deepest, and the grass on his parents' tombs is green. When parents are born, children have support, just like the scorching sun has the shade of pine trees. Now that my parents have passed away as immortals, I still remember them with tears on their graves.
3. The drizzle is like silk and a thousand tears, and the spring breeze is passing through the cold air. I was surprised that my parents had no new words, and I vaguely asked Jiuquan in my dream. During the Qingming Festival, the wind is like smoke, and paper money is flying everywhere. Who sees the deceased squandering money? Only the sacrificer shed tears.
4. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the children’s souls are dying in front of their graves. Looking back at the teachings of my childhood, the clouds of smoke rose to the ninth level. A wanderer misses his hometown during the Qingming Festival, and his childhood memories warm his heart. Looking back now, caring and caring is the most beautiful thing.
5. A weak man works hard and worries, and the years seem to pass by. The rooster crows and you get up early to make a living, and at dusk you work hard for your life. An iron arm can bear thousands of difficulties, and a loyal heart can handle thousands of waves. During the Qingming Festival, I looked at my parents' tombs and faced the green mountains with tears streaming down their slopes.
6. The Qingming Festival is coming again, and I feel like losing my mind when I think of my parents. The voice, appearance, and smile are no longer there, and I can only see my loved ones in my dreams. The reunion in the dream was short-lived, and when I woke up there were tears on my face. Yin and Yang are two worlds apart, and only one grave can be seen.