The first chapter: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's short poems about ancestor worship; Tomb-building in Qingming Festival to worship ancestors, but no smoke from ancestral graves.
The ancients handed down their descendants Wei and wanted to ask their predecessors for money.
The pain in the world is ashamed of the mother's hope, and how can we meet each other when Yin and Yang are separated?
Under the protection of her mother-in-law, her mother-in-law Wan Li took the lead.
Remember the thick curtain of every memorial day, and you may wish to have no words and no tears.
Chapter 2: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's short poem about ancestor worship is clear in a blink of an eye, but the shallow spring chill is not over.
Poor northwest, no cousin.
The North Pole is full of old friends, and the South is a stranger.
The old garden is heartbroken, and the wicker is new year after year.
Chapter 3: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's short poem about ancestor worship, with fixed eyes, mourning for the soul and full of tears.
Heaven and earth don't know how bitter life is, how much rain falls on sad stars,
Who says Jiangshan is heartless? Tear and burn incense to mourn.
Looking back at the gray-haired pagoda, tears spilled over the ages,
Can heaven and earth be ruthless? Tears mingled with sorrow for our ancestors,
There were two moments of silence for the spirit, and nine red mortals sacrificed Qingming.
How many people are there in reincarnation? I just hope the gods can go to heaven!
The fourth chapter: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's short poem of ancestor worship: the rain is long, the relatives are long, and the sky can't come and go freely;
Tears flow forever, feelings flow forever, and mourning for parents is even more worrying.
Children are difficult to be filial, and women are difficult to be filial.
Love is still there, kindness is like the sea, and I only hope to continue the frontier in the next life.
Chapter 5: 20 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day's short poem of ancestor worship, drizzling in Qingming Festival,
Remembering the ancients with tears.
Heaven and earth weep together * * * alas,
May you have a good time in heaven.