Modern Qingming Sacrifice Poems for Heroes and Heroes

No matter in school or in society, many people have come into contact with some classic poems, which are full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following is my collection of modern poems (Universal 2 1) in memory of Tomb-Sweeping Day's heroes and heroes, hoping to help everyone.

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.