1, Tomb-Sweeping Day, the new grave is near, and I quietly send a wick to my relatives. Two songs contain tears, and three sacrificial sentences contain flowers. Swallow your voice, weep for Qiu Si, and breathe out the poor butterfly dust. Painfully dyed the bird of Guanshan prefect, and the spring breeze covered the flowers.
2. I heard that Shanyin Fair is still the anniversary of the fire. Abandoning the sun on the way, the river hurts the spring. Running water turns to tears, and cold ash is more companion. Dan Xin will never change, white hair will be new.
3, but I will always keep my eyes open, and I will worry about your brow for a lifetime.
4, white hair Yan Yazhihong, Dan Qing wonderful pen for life. In the peach blossom dream, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and tigers are whistling and cars are singing. Rich clouds wipe bones, but teenagers spend them. Spring mountain is made of paper, water is made of ink, and hundreds of cranes are buzzing along the Xiaoyi River.
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day missed her old friend and wept for her old father. Raising kindness is as deep as the sea, and spring is boundless. All kinds of loving feelings dry Kun, * * * where to find somebody else?
6. The seasons are distinct, and grief is accompanied by rain. The knot is in the wind, and a glass of wine is good. When filial piety is absent, give thanks to the grave. Send a message and hold paper, yin and yang don't fall in love.
7. Paying homage to ancestors to sweep graves will lead to sadness during the Qingming period. Burn incense and think wild, respect the soul and look silly. The drizzle is tearful and the smoke is gloomy. Time goes by, folk customs exist, and filial piety is passed on.
8. I don't know how old I am when I see the dead in the morning. Love, hate, love and hatred have all gone with it, leaving only the living to make trouble.