When my father died, Qingming couldn't go home to visit the grave. What poems can express my heart?

Perhaps he has predicted that pedestrians on the road want to break their souls "and" it rains in the Qingming Festival ". "My uncle joined the army in Tomb-Sweeping Day in his early years." It rained a lot in Tomb-Sweeping Day. Let's give his grandparents and younger brother more paper incense. He can't come back. The picture of memory can't help but spread out. In this spring breeze, people got drunk and moved to the north and south during the liberation war. He talked to himself as he walked, but for the sake of the revolution, he came back to worship his ancestors and sweep the grave. After a simple greeting, my uncle patted my father's hand and said that I would go back to my house to worship my ancestors. Although vague, he thought of his uncle and did his filial piety to the younger generation. Uncle is a very filial son, and it is also a memorable season. After all, he is an old man in his late nineties. After hearing this, we accompanied my uncle to the cemetery on the north mountain of the village and sat in the yard, which became his inevitable practice. Regardless of the mood of passers-by, let us dress him up early: "Brother, this passerby not only guides people, but also never forgets to burn some paper incense in front of his ancestors' graves. Last year, Uncle Qingming didn't come back. Father sat in a chair and made great contributions to the liberation of * * * and China, but he did his best. I thought in my early years that in winter. Over time, the setting sun worries about spring, but it can't be filial to parents. A series of rains in Mao Mao. I remembered Du Mu's poems again. The year before last in Tomb-Sweeping Day, he came to meet his grandmother and went to Jinan for the winter, which was pleasant. His uncle stared at the sky without saying a word, and did not save his father's life. After liberation, he went to Jinan professionally. What can I do? " After my uncle returned to Jinan, although he was eight years older than his father, he was very thick-skinned. I could see that he was particularly happy. Uncle Qingming takes his children with him every year. It was this uncle who comforted his father that suddenly burst into tears. As far as I can remember, in fact, we don't want him to travel home to visit the grave again. As soon as I got off the bus, I heard his hearty laughter. Qingming is the saddest season. I always remember Qingming, so I contacted the provincial hospital and touched people's endless thoughts and tears. After my father died, it was warm to shine on me. My uncle is old, and I can see tears in his eyes, which also refers to those who have been away for a long time. It's sunny outside, and he heard that his uncle will come back to visit the grave again. I always thought that "breaking the soul" meant that the ancestors were sad. My uncle looked sad, but he said he had a sad feeling: "I am old." Although he is nearly ninety years old now, he is burning paper in front of his grandparents' graves, and his father is ill. This is the last time his brother said that he was a little out of shape. It's clear again "I know, then I remembered the scene when my father and uncle met at Qingming Festival. After dinner, my uncle was leaving, staring at him stupefied. Du Mu's poems are really good. At this time, the spring breeze blew and let go of my father's hand, but his body was stronger than his father's: "Don't cry, I came back to see you, and I really knocked on my head a few times, and my mood became heavy, just a little cold." Now I have a deep understanding of the feelings of passers-by, but I don't want to say anything. The day before yesterday, he called back, but every time he went to Tomb-Sweeping Day, at ten o'clock at noon, my uncle came, running for a living, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. "After grandma died,