( 1)
Is it accidental or inevitable?
Unintentional or coincidence?
The sky-your face
Why is it this time every year?
I began to cry darkly.
Earth-your heart
Why did you start to tremble for no reason?
As if to subvert the whole earth.
(2)
The wind rustled.
Rainy
People are always worried and sad.
I stood quietly.
In front of a pile of graves
Pay tribute to every wandering and lonely soul
I heard you.
You are howling. You're smiling.
All the voices and winds, sobbing
(3)
I wonder if it is a pile of loess.
Or is the dog tail grass swaying alone in the grave?
There are also inscriptions mottled after being washed away by the wind and snow.
Like a sharp sword
Stabbed my eyes.
Cut my lacrimal gland
therefore
Meaningless tears
Wet my lips and teeth-bitter
(4)
They all bowed there.
Although the road is muddy
Brand-new trousers are covered with yellow mud.
They are still reluctant to leave like statues for a long time.
The incense is rolled up.
Firecrackers roar
Is it to mourn the dead souls?
I don't want to go.
I just want to use my two fingers.
Dig every grave
Let those souls breathe some fresh air.
Qingming always gives people the impression of rainy days.
Or stormy, or rainy, from morning till dusk,
In foggy and rainy Shan Ye, on muddy roads,
There are always grave-sweepers facing the wind and rain, embellishing loneliness and going again;
Or in groups of three or five, helping the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, one person limping.
The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, and the trees are caged in front of the lonely smoke.
Bridges flow, crows cry sadly, rain washes clear autumn, and wind blows sadness.
I only saw misty rain, but I didn't see people and kitchen smoke.
What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture.
Looking up, I saw the graveyard dark:
Hundreds of graves arched and thousands of stone tablets stood in the forest; Misty rain, fragrant grass leaves.
A desolate, a sad, a dead silence!
The mountains are lonely and sparsely populated, and the trees are raining!
The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, the sorrow is long and the sorrow is misty.
Don't be ecstatic, where is the incense?
Pull up a pile of messy grass, put down a few glasses of iced wine, burn a handful of paper money,
The wind and rain are coming, the cups are full of sorrow, the weeds are full of smoke, and there is nothing to say.
It's just that my heart is full of faint sadness, faint sadness!
The dead are gone, and the living are always sad! The voice and face are vivid,
When I inculcate, my words are still in my ears, but my customers are rushing into the water.
Go to the end of the world with fate, where do you miss the lonely grave?
Winter has passed and the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River has turned green.
During Tomb-Sweeping Day, willows sprouted and peach blossoms bloomed.
The grass is green. The atmosphere is clean, "clean and clear".
Qingming Qingming is the image of the climate and image characteristics when winter goes and spring comes.