Modern Poetry 1 Random Thoughts of Tomb-Sweeping Day is a hero.
Walk into Tomb-Sweeping Day
With a grateful heart
Thanksgiving underground relatives.
Grateful parents
Every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day pays homage to the old friends.
Show your heart at your parents' grave.
Life is not easy.
Feelings are getting more and more real.
Life has experienced more than half.
Getting closer and closer to parents
Be a good person all your life
More important than anything.
People are famous when they die.
Seek truth from goodness.
What is fundamental?
As a man, of course.
Normal mind in life
Don't lose heart when you are alive.
Worth making friends.
Be worthy of the person you love.
Fame and wealth
Why take it too seriously?
Be a down-to-earth person
Relatives in the underground are also at ease.
Modern poem 2 "Drunk in Tomb-Sweeping Day" is a hero.
Life is hard to get drunk.
Drunk in front of my parents' grave
Only in front of relatives
Only this kind of real drunkenness!
Usually I don't get drunk when I drink.
There is no reason to get drunk.
Expose yourself to your parents.
That sincerity is from the heart.
How many difficult things are there in life
How bitter and tired is life?
There's no need to tell anyone.
Only parents listen to you.
You need to pull yourself together when you're done.
Stand up after getting drunk.
Everything needs your own efforts.
Bring comfort to underground parents.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem 3 "Qingming Rain" in memory of heroes and heroes.
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. The restless soul walks,
I can't see.
Black sleep and dusk live here.
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.
Serve wine, worship and burn incense.
Solemn.
Let the ancestors in.
Throw away the water-deficient lightning
Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.
Modern poem 4 "In the Graveyard" is a Qingming Memorial to Heroes and Heroes.
This is seven inches of the village.
During the Qingming Festival,
Release a lot of eye-catching words
Put it in the coffin,
Don't create suspense,
Remember to pay tribute to them
Weeds are still fresh.
The growth on the tombstone
Abandonment continues to take root in people's hearts,
Hook up with a few bones
The person you visited did not move,
Don't talk.
Crows are spectacular.
They use flustered eyes.
Disassembly noise
A festival is like a Buddha.
Walking for thousands of years.
Sitting in April
Waiting for countless tears to drown themselves.
Hold a few handfuls of loess and make a fire.
Fold your body and bow your head repeatedly.
Look at those black butterflies, floating.
Drop gently and stop.
Willow flute mourning, pine and cypress standing still.
We went upstream along the full stop.
The past was complicated. A heart
Bloom at the same time as peach blossoms
Silently dispersed again.
At this time, some lifeless souls
loquitur
However, many people only know how to distribute paper money.
Those mysterious voices
Never heard of it.
The "Tomb-Sweeping Day Poetry" in Modern Poetry 5 "Tomb-Sweeping Day" is dedicated to the heroes and heroes.
I wrote down my hometown, rice;
I wrote down the clear river.
I wrote down the fish under the water,
I wrote down the green grass on the shore.
I wrote down the ghost that lights up at night to find love.
I wrote down the legend of grandma and Guanyin
A person who has done good deeds all his life will eventually become a fairy.
Although she keeps saying that she has unfinished business.
I have to write this down,
Homesickness lingers in my dreams for a long time.
I must write the scenery from your humble farmhouse.
I must write the power of life from your poor back.
Just like my father dug Jin Wa out of the ground,
We all know that's false.
But he's been digging all his life. Can you believe it?
I have to write this before Tomb-Sweeping Day.
The ancestral grave has moved, and he can hardly speak a dialect.
The only last name that hasn't changed,
You asked me to keep in touch with my mother.
I must put these unfinished poems in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Burning in the northern sky
Modern poem 6 "Until Another Tomb-Sweeping Day" Tomb-Sweeping Day is a hero.
Sunshine or rainy season
Flowers or body temperature
Missing or tears
The depth of the smile
Delivered to love far away.
Until another attachment
Accompanying or whispering
Standing or facing?
Memory or hypothesis
The road to smile
Longing for the past life.
Until another cloud
Fly or surpass
Walk or run
Rotate or follow.
Respond with a smile
Pour out past dreams
Modern poem 7 "Under the Loess" is a Qingming Sacrifice to Heroes and Heroes.
This is a foreign land,
There are different surnames living in it
I think it must be a blessing,
None of the people who went came back.
Close your eyes and go in.
Bypass the black funeral
Let tears and paper dust,
Like the wind.
People on the loess can't even think of it.
Like me
I can't believe my dear grandma is dead.
I think she just went to live in a foreign land.
Spinning and embroidery
Save some delicious food for me. In a remote place
Take care of me like a virgin and bless me.
Prayer and praise
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem 8 "Qingming Rain" in memory of heroes and heroes.
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. The restless soul walks,
I can't see.
Black sleep and dusk live here.
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.
Serve wine, worship and burn incense.
Solemn.
Let the ancestors in.
Throw away the water-deficient lightning
Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.
Tomb-Sweeping Day: Modern Poetry 9 "Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Shiwangxiang
Continuous spring rain
I don't know how heavy the rain is.
Miss the rain
It's been like this since Du Mu's time.
Miss the rain
murmur
Still getting wet slowly.
A mountain full of new incense ashes and paper money
I want this rain to accompany my grandmother.
In the underworld.
How many flashing blue lights are off?
This swaying wind and rain
Bingbing is cool.
Sad and clear heart
A heavy bag.
Not just a memorial service.
It's not just homesickness that accumulates
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
Where can I get drunk?
Apricot flower and spring rain
The shepherd boy's flute
The endless journey of the wanderer
Chunyu Jiangnan
Low-grade wine flag
Have you ever made a memorable cloud banner?
I'm drunk. I'm going to bed.
Cold food with wine next year.
Modern poem 10 "Tomb-Sweeping Day" is a sacrifice for heroes and heroes.
Today every year
Have a stubble of missing
Accompanied by the cuckoo's loud cry
Grow up in the hearts of future generations.
A kite flying freely
No matter how far the journey is.
It will be a long and thin line.
Take back the altar in my hometown
Bow down to a pile of loess
Ignite the sadness that has been suppressed for a long time
Call the paradise line again
Let happiness and sadness be interpreted as thoughts soaked in tears.
Ancestors separated by yin and yang
Still releasing warmth.
Put out your dry hands.
Hold fast to the hearts of the younger generation
The modern poem 1 1 "Tomb-Sweeping Day Paper Money" is a memorial to the heroes.
Some toilet paper
Full of traces of time.
Dispel with fireworks
one by one
A string of footprints
One road after another.
Simple life
A page is a day.
This day combs memories.
The fire went out.
I have read my whole life.
That pile of wealth
The rest is ashes.
Smoke is in the distance.
Paper money from Qingming
The fire of acacia
Burning with spring
Comfort the soul?
Where does the soul belong?
loess
Accumulated thoughts.
The Path of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 12,
Small flowers like planetesimals,
Silk already covered with grass!
Silent hillside,
Tung trees fall like rain,
But the lingering thoughts of ghosts and dreams?
Meet in April,
Such a quiet, warm and breezy April,
A line of clear tears fell to the ground,
Peanuts and cigarettes can also be produced in April.
Want to be close to each other,
Don't be too sad!
more importantly,
And that pot full of strong wine,
That string of loud and boiling firecrackers,
No sadness, no tears,
Miss has been poured into the grave,
Without words,
Homesickness has spread all over the sky!
So silent,
Sit with you for a while.
Warm sunshine caresses the loess on the tomb,
Just like holding you,
The thick cocoon palm is still warm.
At the foot of the mountain in Zhuangzi,
Oil, oil, flowers and golden milk vetch are in full swing.
There was a time when,
You protected me when I was a teenager,
Today and tomorrow,
You protect me when I am safe!
Modern Poems by Tomb-Sweeping Day 13 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.
Modern Poems Celebrate the Heroes 14 Tomb-Sweeping Day's Mourning
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
Inscribed in the hearts of the people
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?
Modern Poetry 15 Tomb-Sweeping Day Memories Heroes and Heroes 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.
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
But heaven and earth laugh together.
Modern Poetry 16 Tomb-Sweeping Day Commemorates 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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poems in Sacrifice to Heroes 17 Tomb-Sweeping Day
Qingming, how many clouds and rains are there in the sky?
Falling, not falling
They form a rope.
Tie a person who can't live in his hometown.
Surprisingly, I can't keep up with them.
In the rain last year, clouds scattered everywhere.
There are some golden sparrows hidden in the screaming rape flowers.
The closer you get, the more you want to avoid it.
The sadder I am, the more I want to move on.
On this road connected with ancestors, tears
Better throw it in the wheat field next to the grave.
They are still growing, ignoring the panic roar of many rivers.
Qingming, how many clouds and rains are there in the sky?
Falling, not falling
Remind me that they are on a mission now.
The color of spring wind is green.
Modern poem 18 "Dusk in Tomb-Sweeping Day" is dedicated to the heroes and heroes.
Laughing humans gradually leave.
Put the flowers in the wrong place
Crows scared away by the living began to go home.
Moss of the soul
This is a cry that slipped out of the grave.
With the last strength of life
Passing the laughter of the night
A rose that never bloomed on a corpse.
This is a rejected legend.
The tunnel to Rome at night
This was dug out by ants with their toes.
What I often sneer at is the coffin.
Laugh at the humbleness of the sun
The sky has long been out of civilization.
Who is still dancing with trembling?
Cursed dusk
Never put out the pain of being torn
If the sky is a huge mausoleum
Then what will we become?
Corroded glory
Break the eternal silence
For a dream that has burned out
Carve last night's shame on the tombstone
When a poem is blown away by the wind like a dead leaf
Tears will be the only remaining ashes.
Cover up the emptiness with all exaggerated smiles
Fight back with inexplicable pride.
Is a dream shattered by despair?
Will be silent on the broken string of the pipa.
Young love is nourished by tears.
Spin as white as a top
The eyebrows at night are a barren land.
The night light in March was a broken riot.
Time and space are only the physical body double here.
The skeleton running in the moonlight comes from the future.
Tomb-Sweeping Day dusk
I hid in the tent.
Add a grave to the barren grave with a bloody knife.
Modern Poetry 19 "Tomb-Sweeping Day Paper Money" is dedicated to the heroes.
Some toilet paper
Full of traces of time.
Dispel with fireworks
one by one
A string of footprints
One road after another.
Simple life
A page is a day.
This day combs memories.
The fire went out.
I have read my whole life.
That pile of wealth
The rest is ashes.
Smoke is in the distance.
Paper money from Qingming
The fire of acacia
Burning with spring
Comfort the soul?
Where does the soul belong?
loess
Accumulated thoughts.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poem 20 "Until Another Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Sunshine or rainy season
Flowers or body temperature
Missing or tears
The depth of the smile
Delivered to love far away.
Until another attachment
Accompanying or whispering
Standing or facing?
Memory or hypothesis
The road to smile
Longing for the past life.
Until another cloud
Fly or surpass
Walk or run
Rotate or follow.
Respond with a smile
Pour out past dreams
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 2 1 Qingming Rain
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. The restless soul walks,
I can't see.
Black sleep and dusk live here.
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.
Serve wine, worship and burn incense.
Solemn.
Let the ancestors in.
Throw away the water-deficient lightning
Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.