A year, between a year,
Some rough things are grinding, shortening those thoughts.
Shorten the casual arrival, and inadvertently go to loess,
Separate life from death.
Then, in the dust, build a monument, and the monument will be covered with dust.
Dust will be covered with dust,
Until finally, I couldn't dig.
Any shovel of new soil can no longer be built in one day.
Thick dust.
2. Text of Tomb-Sweeping Day/Liu Hong of Shule River
Feeling a little desolate, piccolo played in Ma Touqin,
The noise of the city can't hide the yearning for the desert, and things are just old dreams that people can't arouse.
I believe that the deceased relatives are still safe, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
There will be an endless stream of feelings captured by words, and you will be as pious as me.
I feel a little bleak, and the flute is constantly released at night.
The prosperity of the city can't hide my thoughts of you, and the mood as light as chrysanthemum is just a faint fragrance.
I believe that the deceased relatives are still safe, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
The desert in the western regions is 3,000 miles long.
The affection captured by words will be endless, and you will be as pious as me.
Life and death represent the collision between the past and reality, the cycle of day and night,
It has become an indispensable hope in life, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day are very brief.
3, "Tomb-Sweeping Day" text/floating in the clouds
Lightweight, indulge in this helpless world
Light a candle and enjoy the peace of life.
Memory opens instantly, and the avalanche is unstoppable.
The grade ring responds to the heartless bell.
Clear tears, clear mind.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, peace of mind.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day
It is spring that brings sunshine and rain and dew, and cooks a feast of life together.
All the people who died in winter have been revived. this is a
The season of abolishing autocracy, however, the Qingming wind blows again and again.
I saw the grass on your grave turn green, and your smile didn't sprout. Do you and I live in the same world?
Spring is always artificially deleted again and again.
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Baiyun da shou Hu yi building
Barren mountains and barren hills; Relatives burst into tears.
I went into the country unmoved.
My soul is talking to your soul
The branches of the grass were broken and made a slight sound from my hand.
They are all messages for you; Through nature
The noise of life and the loneliness of death can be understood tacitly.
It's like two opposite doors open.
A kind of mood slowly, peacefully and ecstatically welled up in my mind.