Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem of mourning 1 1, Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Author: Super Brother
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.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain.
Author: clumsy penguin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
In the name of Qingming
Showers since the Zhou Dynasty.
Ode to Yuanming in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties
hand down from generation to generation
Poetry and songs leave traces.
Let it become a folk customs garden
Irrigation basin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a field.
timely rain
Small trees in spring-one after another
Be bathed by it
Bud green
hand down from generation to generation
Pour into the fields of thousands of families
Mothproof and anticorrosion
Soak out fine varieties of grain.
Waiting for the spring breeze to enlighten us.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
Bundles of white chrysanthemums are dragging.
The melancholy of rain
One soul after another is crying on the branch.
play for time
Going back in time takes us back to the past.
Step on the ground of broken silver
We turn around with time.
Look at one's relatives
The rain in my eyes fell on the ground.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day's grief.
Author: Liu Bo Effie
Nothing is better than being remembered by everyone.
Greater sacrifice.
Nothing is better than being remembered by the people forever.
More noble' libation'!
Your inscription is
What people have engraved on their hearts.
Your great achievements,
Great feat.
Or bits and pieces in the ordinary?
But because of the infiltration of your true feelings,
As bright as a star
That's great.
I use my soul.
A pious touch
Your short but eternal life
Condensed words,
Every touch
My ignorant soul is like an experience.
The baptism of thoroughly remould oneself;
My conscience was abandoned by desire,
Is being punished and tortured.
All white and elegant flowers
Should gather in front of your grave,
This is a continuation of your elegance,
This is the condensation of your stereo.
All compassionate hearts
You should review it,
Even if it is hypocritical.
That's awe,
That's also humbleness.
Facing the fear and retreat of the nobility.
Standing at your grave,
I feel my heart is bleeding!
Lament the boundless sky
Whose depravity
Let your glory
Because of their corruption?
Whose erosion is it?
Let your grace
Die for their sins?
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem 2 1, Tomb-Sweeping Day's memorial to his elder sister.
You no longer come to us with a smile.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rained in Mao Mao with my sister.
With wet thoughts.
Come here to see you again.
You have lived here alone since 2004.
We've never met.
A gathering of relatives
Only in the dream of tears.
After all these years.
Have you forgotten the way home?
Then why not visit your elderly parents?
Can't you hear them crying when they miss you?
Money in my hands is like a winter jasmine shivering in the cold wind
Tears and scraps of paper are flying in the air.
I want to steal the key to the gate of heaven.
Take you home and never part.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day (Poetry)
Underground
Underground, that's the underworld.
There are different surnames living in it
I guess this must be Elysium.
None of the people who went came back.
Close your eyes and go in.
Bypass the funeral
Let some tears and paper ash
Floating upward
People on earth
Cann't stop thinking
I don't believe people are really dead.
I think they have gone to live in another place.
Bless us underground.
Talk about us
Qingming Festival
Qingming Festival
Actually, I don't know.
Rain disturbs people and fog makes them faint.
A meter away, damn it, riding a wall.
The wind on the road moves the white flag and butterfly ash.
White-headed flowers are blooming.
A rising tide lifts all boats, and spring water splashes ink.
Clear, unclear
The witch cursed and sat from the moldy pu.
It's oozing all March.
Cursing the beautiful poetic scene incoherently.
Make peach blossom crazy
Stir the silence of April, stir
Dark and turbid, unclear.
It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Exquisite silk
Dense twill weave
painful
The restless soul is floating.
Can't see the black sleep.
Be separated by rain
Tearful eyes
Qingming in Lian Po
Feel calm and peaceful.
Turn a blind eye to the root cause
Become a mountain
When the wind comes, dogs will bark without warning.
Let the tears sparkle in forbearance.
Let the witch curse and drown in the silent secular dust.
It will clear up after the rain.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Lightweight, indulge in this helpless world
Light a candle, it smells good.
Worship the silence of life
Scintillation chamber
Memory opens, avalanche.
Hierarchical tree ring
Respond to the heartless bell
Clear tears, clear mind.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, peace of mind.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day's grief.
Nothing is better than being remembered by everyone.
Greater sacrifice.
Nothing is better than being remembered by the people forever.
More noble libation!
Your inscription is
What people have engraved on their hearts.
Your great achievements,
Great feat.
Or bits and pieces in the ordinary?
But because of the infiltration of your true feelings,
As bright as a star
That's great.
I use my soul.
A pious touch
Your short but eternal life
Condensed words,
Every touch
My ignorant soul is like an experience.
The baptism of thoroughly remould oneself;
My conscience was abandoned by desire,
Is being punished and tortured.
All white and elegant flowers
Should gather in front of your grave,
This is a continuation of your elegance,
This is the condensation of your stereo.
All compassionate hearts
You should review it,
Even if it is hypocritical.
That's awe,
That's also humbleness.
Facing the fear and retreat of the nobility.
Standing at your grave,
I feel my heart is bleeding!
Lament the boundless sky
Whose depravity
Let your glory
Because of their corruption?
Whose erosion is it?
Let your grace
Die for their sins?
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day hangs the first test.
Those mounds
Sleep for a year
What a long dream. ......
Those smiling faces
Near Qingming
Memories are still there
Wandering in the distance
Tian Yang
shadowy
Tears were torn.
The stars are full of reverie.
What a cold moonlight.
Seasonal mildew frost
A pile of burnt paper has weathered.
A different world.
Are you used to being stationed?
My grandparents
My father's brother.
Pinch a handful of loess and drown the golden body.
Tearful eyes, begging for heaven.
Twelve o'clock gentleman
Lead me to poetry.
Lead a wandering soul forward
Serve the Buddha.
I want to spill my spirits.
Yang Fang in March.
Be full of worries
6. Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
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.
Pale white pink
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
But heaven and earth laugh together.
7. Pay homage to Tomb-Sweeping Day
Ancient ancestors set this special festival,
Pay tribute to all old friends.
Let them not be lonely in heaven,
Whether it is their relatives, ancestors or revolutionary martyrs.
The land they once walked on,
The blood is still flowing.
Your behavior,
Your history,
We will never forget it.
At this time, the graves of the wasteland are full of flowers.
Burn the paper money
May you not be poor over there,
Don't be lonely.
Tears are full of memories,
Glory is full of thoughts.
I commend the revolutionary martyrs,
You left a strong will.
China's military spirit,
The impact is far-reaching and endless.
I miss my dead relatives,
Tears moistened my eyes.
Your fatigue, our happiness,
Be together forever.
8. Homesickness in Tomb-Sweeping Day
Nostalgia in Tomb-Sweeping Day
A rain in Mao Mao,
Quietly woven into a net stuck in my heart,
Lock my deep attachment.
Grandma's smile
Just around the corner.
I open my palm,
Release a paper crane.
It contains my 10 million wishes.
Fly into the lush spring,
Fly to the sea of flowers where rape flowers are in full bloom.
The way to my hometown,
It's far.
9. Missing before Tomb-Sweeping Day.
one
get through
Pay tribute to old friends and the dead.
A title for a grave.
at present
Pay tribute to ancestors
It's called sweeping the grave
this is because
Dig in the grave
Earth is worthless.
this is because
Grave-sweeping civilization
Intensive resources
two
Cry to death
You can buy crying.
no wonder
Someone laughed.
You can laugh.
three
What is Qingming?
clean
It's the victim.
Die peacefully.
bright
It's alive.
Have self-knowledge
10, Tomb-Sweeping Day, missing my father.
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
People all over the world pay homage to their ancestors.
The wandering heart suddenly approaches you.
I'm afraid of crying in pain.
Weeds in front of the grave have been waiting for wanderers returning from a foreign land.
Ten years of separation
Tears of a day
Gently approach your land.
Afraid to disturb your dream of precipitation
Ten years of deep sleep.
Tears like rain curtain
Increase of white hair between black hair
Kneel at your grave.
The heart is also full of pain.
Where are the happy days?
Where are the memories of childhood?
father
You are deep in your sleeping land.
Have you ever felt the heartache of my knife?
Have you heard my crying words?
It is a luxury to confess to you.
It is also very helpless to tell you.
Separation of yin and yang
Affectionate money (to sb)
The difference between heaven and earth
Father loves mountains!