Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 1 In the graveyard
This is seven inches of the village.
During the Qingming Festival,
Release a lot of eye-catching words
Put it in the coffin,
Don't create suspense,
Remember to pay tribute to them
Weeds are still fresh.
The growth on the tombstone
Abandonment continues to take root in people's hearts,
Hook up with a few bones
The person you visited did not move,
Don't talk.
Crows are spectacular.
They use flustered eyes.
Disassembly noise
A festival is like a Buddha.
Walking for thousands of years.
Sitting in April
Waiting for countless tears to drown themselves.
Hold a few handfuls of loess and make a fire.
Fold your body and bow your head repeatedly.
Look at those black butterflies, floating.
Drop gently and stop.
Liu Di mourns,
Pine and cypress stand upright
We went upstream along the full stop.
The past was complicated. A heart
Bloom at the same time as peach blossoms
Silently dispersed again.
At this time, some lifeless souls
loquitur
However, many people only know how to distribute paper money.
Those mysterious voices
Never heard of it.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poem 2 "Poems of Tomb-Sweeping Day"
I wrote down my hometown, rice;
I wrote down the clear river.
I wrote down the fish under the water,
I wrote down the green grass on the shore.
I wrote down the ghost that lights up at night to find love.
I wrote down the legend of grandma and Guanyin
A person who has done good deeds all his life will eventually become a fairy.
Although she keeps saying that she has unfinished business.
I have to write this down,
Homesickness lingers in my dreams for a long time.
I must write the scenery from your humble farmhouse.
I must write the power of life from your poor back.
Just like my father dug Jin Wa out of the ground,
We all know that's false.
But he's been digging all his life. Can you believe it?
I have to write this before Tomb-Sweeping Day.
The ancestral grave has moved, and he can hardly speak a dialect.
The only last name that hasn't changed,
You asked me to keep in touch with my mother.
I must put these unfinished poems in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Burning in the northern sky
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 3 "On April 26th, I visited my mother in the mountains".
( 1)
Baiyun da shou Hu yi building
Barren mountains and barren hills; Relatives burst into tears.
I went into the country unmoved.
My soul is talking to your soul
The branches of the grass were broken and made a slight sound from my hand.
They are all messages for you; Through nature
The noise of life and the loneliness of death can be understood tacitly.
It's like two opposite doors open.
A kind of mood slowly, peacefully and ecstatically welled up in my mind.
(2)
Before and after their death, they won unprecedented honor.
Eleven years ago, everyone looked up at a comet.
Wei Hui strolled in the city, solemn and solemn.
All the people who saw it took off their hats to greet them.
Colorful garlands were once folded into memory fortresses on the mountain.
Brilliant stars, now rotten as mud.
Weeds are like flagpoles, falling from the sky.
Sad and glorious past in the cool breeze; Graveyard collapse
Only thousands of mountain ants watch over you day and night.
(3)
The stone tablet is like ice, which warms my heart.
Killing in the four fields, through my feelings.
As in previous years, tears poured down my face.
Because the most sad thing is to leave; I will devote myself to
Bubble interpersonal relationships, fulfill various obligations.
Stick to your duties for others.
Enjoy all kinds of emotional twists and turns.
Take hard work and pain as the reward of action.
Finally, like you, say to people: I am an innocent life.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 4 "Qingming"
Shiwangxiang
Continuous spring rain
I don't know how heavy the rain is.
Miss the rain
It's been like this since Du Mu's time.
Miss the rain
murmur
Still getting wet slowly.
A mountain full of new incense ashes and paper money
I want this rain to accompany my grandmother.
In the underworld.
How many flashing blue lights are off?
This swaying wind and rain
It's cold and cold in my body.
Sad and clear heart
A heavy bag.
Not just a memorial service.
It's not just homesickness that accumulates
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
Where can I get drunk?
Apricot flower and spring rain
The shepherd boy's flute
The endless journey of the wanderer
Chunyu Jiangnan
Low-grade wine flag
Was it once a cloud flag that aroused the soul?
I'm drunk. I'm going to bed.
Cold food with wine next year.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 5 "Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Today every year
Have a stubble of missing
Accompanied by the cuckoo's loud cry
Grow up in the hearts of future generations.
A kite flying freely
No matter how far the journey is.
It will be a long and thin line.
Take back the altar in my hometown
Bow down to a pile of loess
Ignite the sadness that has been suppressed for a long time
Call the paradise line again
Let happiness and sadness be interpreted as thoughts soaked in tears.
Ancestors separated by yin and yang
Still releasing warmth.
Put out your dry hands.
Hold fast to the hearts of the younger generation
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 6 "Tomb-Sweeping Day's Paper Money"
Some toilet paper
Full of traces of time.
Dispel with fireworks
one by one
A string of footprints
One road after another.
Simple life
A page is a day.
This day combs memories.
The fire went out.
I have read my whole life.
That pile of wealth
The rest is ashes.
Smoke is in the distance.
Paper money from Qingming
The fire of acacia
Burning with spring
Comfort the soul?
Where does the soul belong?
loess
Accumulated thoughts.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 7 "Until Another Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Sunshine or rainy season
Flowers or body temperature
Missing or tears
The depth of the smile
Delivered to love far away.
Until another attachment
Accompanying or whispering
Standing or facing?
Memory or hypothesis
The road to smile
Longing for the past life.
Until another cloud
Fly or surpass
Walk or run
Rotate or follow.
Respond with a smile
Pour out past dreams
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 8 "Under the Loess"
This is a foreign land,
There are different surnames living in it
I think it must be a blessing,
None of the people who went came back.
Close your eyes and go in.
Bypass the black funeral
Let tears and paper dust,
Like the wind.
People on the loess can't even think of it.
Like me
I can't believe my dear grandma is dead.
I think she just went to live in a foreign land.
Spinning and embroidery
Save some delicious food for me. In a remote place
Take care of me like a virgin and bless me.
Prayer and praise
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 9 "Qingming Rain"
Land buried deep in loess
Missing is connected with Qian Shan Wanshui.
Now the wind broke the rain.
Shake gently from the tip of the knife
Spread these words everywhere
withered flower
Hanging from a branch
Count the long stories
Pale yellow dyed the other shore.
The bare grass covered the lonely grave.
Time flies in the wilderness.
A few lines of footprints wet by drizzle
Pedestrians in a hurry
Want to ask where to go.
It is time for a glass of wine.
Trying to get drunk
A shepherd boy playing the flute
Gradually disappear
Who ferry who direction.
In the inscription, there is a parting story.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 10 "Another year of Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
It's gloomy and rainy.
Glittering water dripped between the hair.
Tears of heaven
The cool breeze blows gently, and the heart is surging.
Tiandiliang road
Tears and acacia
Willow is turning green.
continue
The rotation of fallen leaves yesterday
Flowers are everywhere in Xinger.
Pale pink
The petals fell to the ground.
continue
Flowers bloom and fall.
Send sadness in the white sky
Today is not yesterday, and yesterday is not today.
Tongan
Only hard work and happiness
But heaven and earth laugh together.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 1 1 "Tomb-Sweeping Day, mourning in the rain"
The spring rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day blurs the eyes of failure.
Just like crying.
This spring has lost the laughter of the past.
Only sad songs that I miss deeply.
Sobbing tears
How can you call back the parting of missing?
Really gone? I still won't believe it.
The gentle smiling face in the night dream is also soft when shy.
Spring is elegant and autumn is slightly drunk.
The family is as happy as before.
It seems that I just went out of town and missed my return date.
How can Yin and Yang become eternal separation?
Do you know that the apricot blossoms in March?
There are some peaches and plums you planted in the garden.
They also spit out fragrant buds.
Swallows return to their nests under the eaves and call for you who love to laugh.
Dear bees and butterflies are looking for your beautiful image in front of the flowers again.
Why are you going?
Your kindness to me and the warmth of home.
Where can I find it?
You added a handful of new soil, did you feel my touch?
Recite a sad song. Are you listening?
Mingbi always can't tell whether it is still frugal.
I want to open something. Don't be bitter.
Last night, I came back.
Love, don't go.
Did you leave a message of missing?
I have something to tell you, too
Everything is fine at home except your happiness.
My lovesickness is always waiting for you in my dream.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem 12 "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain"
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
In the name of Qingming
Showers since the Zhou Dynasty.
Ode to Yuanming in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties
hand down from generation to generation
Poetry and songs leave traces.
Let it become a folk customs garden
Irrigation basin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
One sapling after another in spring.
Be bathed by it
Bud green
hand down from generation to generation
Pour into the fields of thousands of families
Mothproof and anticorrosion
Soak out fine varieties of grain.
Waiting for the spring breeze to enlighten us.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
Bundles of white chrysanthemums are dragging.
The melancholy of rain
One soul after another is crying on the branch.
play for time
Going back in time takes us back to the past.
Step on the ground of broken silver
We turn around with time.
Look at one's relatives
The rain in my eyes fell on the ground.