1. "Wine Drinking on Qingming Day" Gao Zhu: There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and Qingming festivals are different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.
2. "Reminiscences on Qingming Night in Lake Temple" by Li Qunyu: I can't sleep due to the fragrance of willows and flowers, and I feel sad just thinking about the dangerous threshold. The wild clouds carry the rain across the moon, and the sandbirds fly far into the sky with their voices. For a long time, I have abandoned my brothers and sisters to hunger and cold, and we always remember our reunion because of the season. There will be a feast and cold wine next year, but we haven’t decided where to go in Pingpeng.
3. "Qingming Festival" Zuohe River: Willows weep across the street and the rain is heavy, and children and grandchildren from thousands of miles away rush to the grave. Smoke rises from the green hills everywhere, and incense is burned to pay homage to the ancestors.
4. "Sacrifice to Ancestors during the Qingming Festival": It rains continuously during the Qingming Festival, and tourists visiting their hometowns remember their ancestors. Looking across the sky at the wild geese heading south, my heart is filled with lingering thoughts. No one has ever made a mistake in a lifetime of struggle, and his unparalleled merits will be recorded in the altar. Determined to inherit the past and succeed to the future, build a new family and establish a new career.
5. "Qingming Festival": There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach Jiuquan.
6. "Tomb Sweeping at Qingming Festival": Last night, clouds covered the blue sky, and the drizzle made it clear again. The team members took an oath in front of the monument, and the rows of cypress trees in the garden were green. The flag is stained with blood and leaves behind the faith, and the flowers are blown by the wind to pay homage to the hero. The smoke of gunpowder has gone away and the sky is clear, and the great cause of revival is pursuing the sun.
7. "Qingming Festival": Spending the Qingming Festival with flowers and wine brings joy and filial piety. The sacrifices are arranged into a Yuanbao table, and the paper incense turns into auspicious clouds. There is no need for neighbors to beg for new food, the waiter has already given them snacks. My ancestors would also be happy if they had spiritual ancestors, and they would all praise me for being such a good descendant.
8. "Ancestor Worshiping in the Countryside": The same clan in the countryside holds sacrifices to the Qingming Festival, slaughtering pigs and sheep as gifts. They were escorted in front of motorcycles and accompanied by flags and umbrellas. Beat gongs and drums through the new city, and set off explosive whips to shake distant villages. The simple and honest style inherits the virtues of the ancestors, and filial piety, kindness and benevolence are close to the hearts of the people.
9. "Qingming Festival": The pear blossoms can't help but burst into tears, and their hearts feel fried every time they recall their old friends. The cuckoos in thousands of ridges still weep with blood, and the paper and silk in thousands of mountains are still filled with pity. Today I pay homage to my ancestors, thinking of my lonely shadow, and tomorrow I gather my family to pay homage to Liquan. Looking sadly at the smoke curling up from Cangshan Mountain, I linger in my dreams to sleep with my loved ones!
10. "Prompt Photography to Pick Mulberry · Qingming Festival": It is a good time to pay homage to ancestors and express our true feelings near Qingming Festival. The clear stream sheds tears, Cangshan also mourns, unforgettable family love. I can't bear to see that the paper has been burned out, and I am silent and desolate, sending my heroic spirit far away. In remembrance of my parents, it is difficult to repay my heartbreak, so I kneel down and kowtow at their graves.
11. "Partridge Day·Qingming Festival" It is Qingming Festival again, and spring is full of rain. Whose children are walking up the street, kowtow, burn incense and burn dollars. In front of the tomb, he fulfilled his wish and prayed that the deceased would become a god. The pastoral songs are elegant and the swallows are flying, it must be a happy year in the world.