Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem 1 is mourning.
It's gloomy and rainy.
Glittering water dripped between the hair.
Tears of heaven
The cool breeze blows gently, and the heart is surging.
Tiandiliang road
Tears and acacia
Willow is turning green.
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The rotation of fallen leaves yesterday
Flowers are everywhere in Xinger.
light colour
The petals fell all over the floor.
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Flowers bloom and fall.
Send sadness in the white sky
Today is not yesterday, and yesterday is not today.
Tongan
Only hard work and happiness can
Heaven and earth laugh together
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem 2 "Qingming Rain"
Look at the clear rain.
Moistened a lot of red dust.
The world is blue and prosperous.
The breeding of missing madness
Look at the clear rain.
passerby
Covered with tears.
Tell about past feelings
Look at the clear rain.
A cup of loess and some incense sticks.
Burn paper money all over the sky.
Love and divorce, distressed.
Look at the clear rain.
Wipe away the tears of sadness.
Set foot on the journey tomorrow
The road stretches under your feet.
Beauty lies in the reshaping of life.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 3 Grandma
Children growing up in straw smoke
Tap the keyboard of the city
Sad tears fell down.
Soaked the peach blossoms on the screen.
last year
The white-haired grandmother is still leaning against the door.
Today this year
The tombstone is covered with silent moss.
Independent Remote Sacrifice to the Good Soul of Heaven in Apricot Blossom Rain
(paternal) grandmother
You can see the ethereal fragrance in your granddaughter's heart.
You can feel the heartache of your granddaughter losing you.
I know
I used to take the slowest train home.
I can see you too.
Now, even on the fastest plane,
I can't let you look at me again
I can't go to your grave and offer a bunch of flowers.
Money that can't be sent to the world.
I know
I know you don't care about this.
What you care about is the concern of blood and family.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 4 Qingming
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Come to the revolutionary ancestors.
There are cold graves everywhere.
Let the blood of revolution burn underground
Tears ghost paper
There is a fire in front of the grave.
Just like the blood of our revolutionary ancestors.
Use your life to die with the enemy.
A pile of loess weeds
Although it has slowly disappeared.
But your heroic deeds
It is a glorious history that can never be erased.
I miss you with incense sticks.
But I can only catch a wisp of smoke.
Our revolutionary ancestors
It's all a fireball.
Hoho combustion
Never go out
Five Soldiers in Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry
When the anti-Japanese bonfire burned the earth,
On a bloody day,
How many soldiers fought bravely against the wind and rain.
For the magnificent rivers and mountains of China,
They face the enemy's butcher's knife and smile at tomorrow;
Eight years of anti-Japanese war won a heroic victory.
At that time, the horn of the war of liberation resounded throughout the world;
How many heroes are invincible in the rain of bullets,
For the liberation of children in China,
They held high the torch to break through the darkness,
Hundreds of millions of people have ignited a spark in their hearts.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 6 Qingming Rain
Sunny rain
Comfort the lost figure
Human tears
This day
Can only be used as petals.
Dotted with sad scenery
The beginning of spring
Give birth to new life
People who create life.
Take off your clothes.
miss
Turn into lit smoke
Smell the spring.
Think about the taste of milk.
Think of nursing mothers.
Maybe that's how the commemoration of old friends began.
Qingming Festival
Those burnt patterns
Fly to the right place
Can be used as a cake to satisfy hunger.
You can live as a house
smoke
On this day
This is a long bridge.
Seven Monuments of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry
They didn't do it for
Seek fame,
It's not for myself.
Build a monument,
Rest here forever.
However, their achievements,
Inscribed in the history of the motherland,
Their monument,
Stand in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people!
The elderly are coming _ _ _
Trembling hands
Lay a wreath,
Tears of sadness hung on his face,
With a gratified smile.
Young people are coming _ _ _
Strong hands,
Plant pines and cypresses,
Eyes full of hatred for the enemy,
Hope for life rises in my heart.
Teenagers are coming.
Young hands,
Offer a pot of flowers,
Raise your right hand and swear:
Take an oath to inherit the martyr's legacy!
Martyrs Monument
Always stand in our hearts!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poems 8 miss martyrs
Spring is clear,
This is a rainy season.
Misty and rainy,
Wrapped in the heart of remembering the martyrs.
The heroism of the martyrs,
Floating among pines and cypresses
Spring has become a flower, which makes people no longer cold.
I have a bunch of flowers in my hand.
Go to your grave.
It's raining,
It's the tears I pour out to you.
I haven't seen your face, but my heart
Bathed in the sunshine you combed,
Thank you for everything.
The rising China,
Because of your sacrifice in the battle
The five-star red flag that rises every day,
Condensed with your flowing blood
You retire at the dawn of victory,
In a good life
You became a monument,
Will bless floating on the earth like spring breeze.
Heroes,
Ten thousand martyrs in Qian Qian.
Qingming Festival is here, go home.
Your hometown and future generations,
Live in happiness.
Tonight, your souls will rest there.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poems are endless.
You are buried here.
Every year on this day, different faces will visit you.
Just like last year's seniors and this year's me
And my brothers and sisters after next year.
They all admire me as much.
To see your sleeping face.
Your deeds are engraved on the stone tablet.
Printed in our textbooks.
It is engraved in our hearts.
of course
Maybe some of you don't appear in our textbooks.
But it's engraved in our hearts.
You're great.
You gave your lives for the happiness of others.
Or exchange the happiness of thousands of people in Qian Qian.
We are engraved in our hearts.
Without your selfless dedication
How can you satisfy the happiness of others?
Your dedication is to carry forward a spirit.
The spirit of selfless dedication
Warmed everyone's heart.
Rest in peace, our martyr.
We will inherit your dedication.
We will remember your great epic.
We will pass on your dream of love.
We will try our best. ...
With us, your spirit will never end.
With your spirit, we will live forever.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 10 Land
In order to accept us, the earth opened its chest.
Slightly protruding, there are cypresses, grass and wild flowers.
Decorate the residence and use yellow spring water as the anxious soul.
Quench thirst, wrap meat in trees and use stones.
Guide future generations. The land is being carried out in an orderly way.
All these. We walk on the earth, on the river.
Drifting, finally like a seed, back to the mother's abdomen,
The plants began to wither.
Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, we are awakened by firecrackers, a primitive way of communication.
It is still valid. Yellow paper is full of tears, gold ingots and inflation.
Paper money is not interesting. Since you have been poor all your life, no matter how much money you pay now.
There is no place to spend. Today, death is no longer a taboo, but a holiday.
Spring and Jingming, rising yang, suitable for outing.
In this land, ancestors are buried. There is no vacant land on this land.
Leave it to future generations. Where crops used to grow, chimneys and buildings grew,
We are not afraid of smoking, and we don't cough any more. Fold willow sticks, make flutes,
This is a childhood haunting song, telling the world,
We have been here, loved, hated, and finally put some down.
The door closed gently behind him, and the moonlight was like water, and there was the sound of plants jointing.
Respond to the cricket's singing. Heaven and earth, where we came from, and where we go back.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poems 1 1 Guilt
I always think
Qingming Festival
Is a living person.
Guilt about the dead.
flying all over the sky
It's not raining.
Must be an underground relative
Want to be nourished
This is what I saw with my own eyes
The withering of flowers
A pair of hands is like a tree.
tool
If it rains,
Our guilt can be alleviated.
So, my God.
I don't pray for sunshine, stars and the moon.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 12 Mother
Just quietly.
Have a drink with you
I believe in the temperature of wine.
It can dispel the residual cold.
I have a lot to say.
Sit down and don't know where to start.
It's like you're alive and we're alive.
Make eye contact
About mother's cold legs
About this spring, it came a little late.
Several trees are missing from the grave.
Will the wind be too strong
Is the sun too strong in summer?
When it's too quiet
Just yell at yourself twice.
I no longer burn paper, nor do I put paper wreaths.
I hope you are on earth.
The water is clear and the sky is blue.
Just like when I was a kid, you took me with you
As soon as I reach out, I can see the star's face.
Finally, I'll give you a cup of dirt.
Even if one day, I fall into a trough in my life.
You can still see me.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 13 Cry.
The weather is unpredictable and the world is mysterious.
I'm at a loss.
Candles, paper money, fruits, chrysanthemums
They are all good tributes bought during ancestor worship.
I knelt down devoutly and told my ancestors in the underground.
Get them something to eat and use.
Then lit firecrackers, firecrackers smashed the flowers on the grave.
The grave cried.
Then I turned to an old yearbook.
Qingming cried.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 14 Tongan
It's gloomy and rainy.
Glittering water dripped between the hair.
Tears of heaven
The cool breeze blows gently, and the heart is surging.
Tiandiliang road
Tears and acacia
Willow is turning green.
continue
The rotation of fallen leaves yesterday
Flowers are everywhere in Xinger.
light colour
The petals fell all over the floor.
continue
Flowers bloom and fall.
Send sadness in the white sky
Today is not yesterday, and yesterday is not today.
Tongan
Only hard work and happiness can
Heaven and earth laugh together