1. "In the Cemetery"
This is the seven inches of the village, at the waist of Qingming.
Put out a lot of eye-catching words and place them in the coffin.
Don’t create suspense, just remember to pay homage to them.
The wild grass is still fresh and grows taller than the tombstones.
The desolation continues to penetrate deep into the roots, and a few bones stand shoulder to shoulder.
The person you are visiting is motionless and does not speak.
The crows are spectacular.
2. "Soul Sacrifice"
The festival of the dead, the carnival of tears.
The sound of whips, tribute fruits and incense candles have been completed.
The scenery was beautiful, and we walked through many wooden shelves.
Those souls huddled together, as if for warmth.
Close to each other, these souls are peaceful and silent.
In their respective boxes, remember the streets and acquaintances they once walked.
3. "Under the Loess"
It was a foreign land, and there were different surnames living in it.
I guess it must be the paradise world. No one who goes there comes back.
Close your eyes, get in, and bypass a black funeral.
Let some tears and paper dust float like the wind.
People above the loess cannot stop remembering.
Like me, I will not believe that my dear grandma is dead.
I think she just went to live in a foreign land.
4. "Until Another Tomb Sweeping Day"
Sunshine or rainy season, flowers or body temperature.
Missing or tears, hidden smile.
Delivery to Yuanwang’s true love, until another kind of nostalgia.
To accompany or whisper, to stand still or to face.
Recall or hypothesis, the path of smile.
Longing for the life that once existed, until there is another cloud.
Fly or transcend, walk or run.
Rotate or follow, the smiling back.
Pour out the dreams of the past.
5. "Qingming Rain"
Those silk threads are densely woven diagonally
Sadness.
Restless souls move around,
I cannot see
Black sleep, dusk, all live here
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes
Serving wine, worshiping, and burning incense