1, this year, Qingming is heartbroken, and it is difficult to open the tomb in my hometown. I am sad to go with sadness, and I am still in tears. Miss my father all the way, miss the spring moss all over the mountain. The cool wind and rain have passed, and half a tree is far away.
2, hard work years, wind, frost, rain and snow are difficult. Ordinary people hate us all their lives, but don't look forward to it.
3, the drizzle is cold, and the grass bridge only looks at apricot flowers. Thousands of past events sank to the bottom of the river, and a burst of sadness poured into the vinegar altar. A lady's sadness leads to a mirror, but a scholar will lean on the fence. Rootless leaves fall with the wind, and they are willing to sit in Panxi and put fishing rods.
4, Qingming time series reincarnation, it is even more sad to meet people this year. Imagine empty hills and arches, falling flowers dancing alone in the rain.
5. The grass around the ridge is silent in the morning and cries as soon as it is heard. Sound training is just a dream, and there is no way to be filial. There are three offerings on the incense burner and five bottles in front of the libation grave. It is expected that the amount of alcohol will not decrease, and there will be Xinghua Village in the dark.