2, Qingming arrives, Liu Zhi laughs, and the spring breeze laughs; Drizzle, sweep graves, remember the feelings of ancestors; Best wishes and greetings. May your life be safe and beautiful.
3. Burning incense in front of the tomb is always unspeakable pain; Wine is in the grave, dripping with sad tears; Offering flowers at the grave is a feeling of parting; It's always sad to kowtow in the grave. Tomb-Sweeping Day, may the dead rest in peace.
After reading all the ups and downs in the world, the most sad thing is love. Sprinkle a clear tear in this solar term, look up to the sky for the relatives of Jiuquan, and pray that the deceased will rest in peace, the living will be safe and Tomb-Sweeping Day will be happy.
5. It's raining in Tomb-Sweeping Day, holding flowers and silently guarding the grave. When raindrops leave people's minds, they are like tears on the ground.
6. The cuckoo kept singing, and the drizzle continued. Look at the tombstones among pines and cypresses and live in a lush world. Worship and clean up tears and recall the past over and over again. I used to smile, but now I am far from Wan Li. I only hope that the living will move forward every day and create happiness.
7. Tomb-Sweeping Day sent grief and caressed the old photos with tears. This voice, this face and this smile exist especially today. It is safe and healthy above the kingdom of heaven.
8. Another Tomb-Sweeping Day. Spring is warm in bloom, and flowers fall in bloom. Sitting alone, thinking about my husband sleepless, unforgettable and painful. Yesterday's voice is still there today, and I want to be opposite in my dream.
9. Love is deep and rainy, and there is love in the world. The sky is gloomy and tearful, and I feel sad for the dead. I am eager to think, so I will never forget my kindness. Misty, the kingdom of heaven is free to go home. May friends wipe away tears, cheer God up and turn grief into strength.
10, it is always drizzling, pedestrians are always in a hurry, cuckoos are always full of mountains, firecrackers are always yearning, and memories are always spreading. It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day, remembering the past and praying for the future.