Chapter 1: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's short poem The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival.
Before Qingming
It snowed heavily in my hometown.
perhaps
That's when God dressed the dead in white Dai Xiao.
perhaps
That's the victim crying for his family.
perhaps
That's because the dead are complaining about being separated from their loved ones.
perhaps
It is the deceased who is telling endless sorrow to his relatives.
I thought I could be strong and stop crying.
I thought I wouldn't be so sensitive to life and death anymore.
But I still often feel that my life has become incomplete.
Still feel it
My heart is often filled with the pain of loss.
Leave home
I can't go to the grave to add my deep thoughts.
I can't kneel there and pray in a low voice.
Don't kowtow and repent with guilt.
I can only see my hometown.
My heart silently shed tears to worship my ancestors.
Flying snow in Tomb-Sweeping Day
Only a thousand lines of tears shed spring.
I put my deep sadness
Blame it on spring snow.
I only hope that there will be spring flowers in your place.
There are birds singing and dancing.
And warm lights.
Light the way to the western paradise
Chapter 2: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems are short and clear, and rain drops on the soil.
Tears, spilled into the wilderness
Facing the erected tombstone
Recall one's deeds before death
Years have mercilessly drowned the living body.
Fresh names will be etched in memory forever.
weep
This is the sadness of missing.
A slow pace
It is a kind of reluctant affection.
Life is a relay race.
Our predecessors left us.
We should have heroic courage.
To meet our ancestors.
Ambition and career before death
Chapter 3: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems are short and clear.
Text/Ge Bin
Choose some plots from the April rain.
Fill the gaps in the season and live a new green life.
Jointing in forgetting, sprouting with blood.
Give spring a forgotten comfort.
On the hillside, there is my deep pain.
Through the loess, the soul wanders between two worlds.
Facing the cold-soaked stone tablet
After a few years, who will brush away the dust of the years?
The Qingming ball can't stand the wind and rain, and it is empty.
Dead branches are lonely and sad, do fallen leaves return to their roots?
Trees are getting older from generation to generation, and this piece is getting more and more strange.
Land! Who else knows that after returning to the geese?
Chapter four: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's short poem "the feeling of Qingming"
My most respected ancestor,
I came to see you today,
Because today is a special festival,
Only on this day will I come to see you.
Sorry, please forgive me.
On this festival today,
The tree in front of your grave is greener,
Snow-white apricot blossoms are more solemn,
Dear ancestors, have you seen me?
That naughty boy.
Do you remember?
The child who often plays truant,
Make you hate iron and not produce.
Dear ancestors,
I regret not listening to you,
So I'm a servant now.
Dear ancestors,
I know there is no regret medicine,
The only thing I can do is apologize.
I can only apologize to you in a special way,
I offer you Qingming flowers to represent my sincere grief.