Cold food and unrealistic hopes
Tang Bai Juyi
Crows and magpies are noisy and faint trees. Who cries when they eat cold food in Qingming?
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the ancient tomb is full of spring grass.
The flowers in Li Tang reflect the poplars, which are full of places where life and death leave.
The mysterious desert and the heavy spring day cry without hearing, and the rustling rain makes people go home.
Qingming day versus JIU
bright red
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
At sunset, on the fox's sleeping grave, a drop once reached Jiuquan!
Modern poetry:
A wisp of smoke disappeared as usual,
A bunch of flowers turned into two lines of tears.
Under the blue sky in Dongshan, in front of the tombstone
But yin and yang are beyond our power.
Separated.
Everyone stopped to look back,
It is our endless narration and yearning.
Once the laughter starts,
Echoes in my memory for a long time.
It is said that it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
But I think Tomb-Sweeping Day is in tears.
Not too much.
May time slow down, may old friends be together, may
Mountains and rivers are safe. May you and I be well.
(MengMeng can stand up)
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain.
In the name of Qingming, he began to bathe in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties from the Zhou Dynasty.
Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties inherited orderly poems and songs.
Pursuing it in the folk garden
Irrigation basin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain.
Spring saplings are bathed by it one by one.
Generations germinate and grow into green.
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 timely rain.
Bunches of chrysanthemums are swaying.
The melancholy of rain
The soul is crying on the branches.
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.
Sunny rain
Clear rain, swirl.
It's our tears/from our hearts.
Martyrs, today we are/gathered together.
I salute you, song for you!
We are like little pine trees beside the monument.
Always by your side,
We are like flowers in a graveyard,
Greet you/send,
Send fragrance to you/.
Sunny rain,
It's a little note,
Write a heroic chapter.
Why should we live a clean life? I think this has taught us not to forget our roots. Searching for roots and offering sacrifices to ancestors in Qingming Festival is actually to remind us not to forget our roots. Never forget where you started and why you started; We must follow the instruction of our parents and inherit the spirit of our ancestors.
Qingming teaches us to say goodbye in love. In this ritual year after year, the best memory is to remember and let go. Those words about life and death teach us to say goodbye in love. Qingming is a day about "inheritance", with sorrow, memory, responsibility and gratitude. Whether it is the inheritance of family education or the feelings of home and country, it is in the worship in April.
Don't forget the Qingming, cherish the present. When we walk in a hurry, don't forget to stop and look back. There will be separation in life, but death is not the end of life, forgetting is.
May we all live up to the time, cherish the present, and live every minute bravely and calmly with the entrustment of our loved ones.