Tomb-Sweeping Day's sacrificial poem (1) is clear in the wind, with raindrops dripping and clear every year.
Surrounded by incense, candlelight flourished, and the tomb was sprinkled with wine.
Bend down, bow your head, and bow with your hands together.
Affectionate, continuous, cherish the memory of loved ones.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Sacrificial Poems (II) Salute you, Goddess Songshan!
Your name was sung in the Central Plains in April.
Shaolin bells call your soul.
In June, cuckoo cries for your crying life,
Kyushu sends you a bleak rain.
Ren Changxia, goddess of Songshan, salutes you!
Your virtue has climbed to the top of Songshan Mountain,
Five thousand years of reason was awakened by your sudden awakening.
Your howl has crossed the Wan Li sky,
The God of China throbs for you, really. Sleepy.
You made Songshan green and quiet in history,
You let the Milky Way fly with ancient tears.
Ren Changxia, goddess of Songshan, salutes you!
Your steps dance with the figure of truth,
Your solemn face is engraved with the law.
Your eyes are a kind sea!
Dancing with clear tears, the whole person is connected.
Your beautiful eyebrows are the sword of justice.
The three-foot rule silences the noise of arrogance and evil.
Ren Changxia, goddess of Songshan, salutes you!
You wasted your young love,
You care about the discontent of all your people.
Is persistence only for women?
Silly fat man?
You visited an ancient well in the desert,
And arsenic are reflected in the head.
Ren Changxia, goddess of Songshan, salutes you!
Being a man has a human figure.
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