Chapter one: A modern poem "It rains in succession in Qingming Festival"
A piece of missing,
I can't finish my grief.
Everywhere is desolate,
Not blown away by the wind.
Waiting for the broken bridge,
I can't wait to look into your eyes.
How long do we have to wait,
Dream and hold your hand.
The west wind is cold,
Who ever cooled your heart?
Nanshan is thick with frost,
Break petals and make you cry.
You said the road to heaven was easy,
You said there was no sorrow in heaven.
Sunny and rainy,
Don't ask why.
Sunny and rainy,
The petals are buried at the other end of the broken bridge.
Chapter two: The first rain poem of modern Tomb-Sweeping Day.
sound of rain
Knead my thoughts into fine sand.
Dare not shout pain
The dream was dyed red by the total lunar eclipse.
I drew a sand painting in my dream.
Draw an old mother
Draw her smile
Surrounded by marigolds
Look at me and don't talk.
clench one's fist
Want to draw more carefully
Draw her white hair fluttering in the temples
Draw that little girl.
I seem to have seen it before.
Goose feet with pigtails are yellow.
Bloom into a singing iris
Laughter must be described with forbearance.
When I suffer.
Together with the silent Qingming rain
Melted by each other's gorgeous smiles
Fenger
Please don't talk.
Dare not embrace each other
I can't even rub my eyes.
I know this is a dream.
Still afraid it will wake up.
run away
two
Miss rendered by rain
Suntanned by time
Fade gradually
The smile on the tombstone is no longer clear.
Is there a paradise for you?
There is also a clear rain.
Miss you in the dream that it is raining harder and harder.
It has become the only constant theme in early spring.
Think of the blooming roses and the door I stood by.
Peeking at the stumbling drunkenness in the sunset
You sit quietly and mend my coat.
Embroider some jasmine for the cut hole.
Miss your wind chimes ringing in the rain.
Shake the melody of a nursery rhyme
Those old songs are really forgotten.
It was only popular in the last century.
Song for you again in my dream.
Remember so clearly.
Miss you in a midnight dream
On a summer night, your cattail leaf fan is breezy.
A starry sky
You taught me to know Beidou as a spoon. It's amazing.
Digging until today.
Still can't finish all your trophies.
Morning light awakened by dreams
There are traces of being wet by rain.
Sadness rises with long hair.
The Sydney trees outside the window are full of fragrance and scattered all over the floor.
Since the Qingming rainy season
I never have time to avoid it.
Chapter Three: Modern Poetry with Rains in Qingming Festival.
Scattered on the shoulders, soft hair, like a ghost.
When it rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day,
There is a magnolia in full bloom, just like snow.
White and silence
Footsteps came from deep underground.
Lighter than forgetting, lighter than dreaming.
Rain is disappearing silently along the mountain road.
Mt. Nan
empty
Chapter Four: Modern Poetry with Rains in Qingming Festival: Qingming Rain
Pang/Wen
Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day,
There is always lingering rain,
Up and down, off and on,
Like a dream, like smoke and fog.
It was a lovesick rain,
After the rain is heaven,
Is the rain over?
A clear rain,
Will touch thousands of hearts forever,
Wash the template of memory,
Reproduce the disturbing past.
There are smiling faces of relatives in the rain,
Like pear blossoms, Leng Yan,
There are sighs of relatives in the rain,
Blow the rain from east to west.
Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day,
There is always affectionate rain,
Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes slow, sometimes urgent,
Love, hate, sadness and happiness.
It was a lovesick rain,
On the other side of the rain is the beloved,
Is it yourself at the end of the rain?
A clear rain,
Will always activate dusty memories,
Wash the green leaves to shine,
Reflecting a bright smile.
There is your back in the rain,
Bend your back like an ancient willow,
There is our love in the rain,
It also makes the rain sweeter.
It is said that Tomb-Sweeping Day is related to a story:
When friendship is forgotten,
When Dan Xin was abandoned,
Quiet, that guy in there,
Would rather run away than look back,
Would rather stay in the fire with Guliu,
Than accept the feeling of being late,
Guliu, reborn after robbery,
Thousands of green stripes grow,
I just hope there is a clear sky behind me.
A sad story,
Speaking of human love and hate,
How many mountain alliances have been eroded by the wind,
How many vows go with the water?
Therefore, Tomb-Sweeping Day is wetter.
In the clear rain,
How many people can stop looking,
How many people can not sigh.
On the way to Xinghua village,
Du also heart:
Flashy wine flags cannot reduce lovesickness,
Ren Qingming got wet in the rain.
On this day,
We all hold white flowers,
Yellow paper and thin wine,
Standing at the crossroads of heaven,
Aftertaste, blessing, repentance, guilt?
I just wish you could walk,
I just hope you're listening to Tomb-Sweeping Day.
As a result, Tomb-Sweeping Day is busier.
Holding wicker and seeds,
Tidy up in the rain,
Tidy your feet in the rain,
Regain confidence in the rain,
Sow hope in the rain,
Soothes the soul in heaven?