1, accustomed to the long night in spring, there must be silk when you look at a woman. In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed. Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger. There is no place to write, and the moonlight is like water.
2. People live in the West Flower Hall, and the courtyard begonia is clean. The talents in the Han Dynasty were the best in the world, and the good wife was smart, and she deserved her reputation. The Yangtze river has gone to the east, and the five mountains are still camel. Langli, the fairy room in the North Pole.
3, Qingming sweeping the grave rain wandering, spark ghosts around the palace. Sacrifice flowers to remember the past, burn paper money to remember the past. My heart is broken, my body is broken, my heart is broken. There is no reunion in the ghost land, and the wine before the grave is accompanied by love.
The 90-year-old grandfather is immortal, and all his children kneel before the spirit. Paper turns white butterfly, tears turn red cuckoo. Respect your neighbors with high morals, and pass on loyalty and diligence to future generations. Infinite merits bless the younger generation and leave a good reputation in the world forever.
5, pay homage to the ancestors to sweep the grave, and bring sorrow and joy during the Qingming period. Burning incense and thinking about the wild are heavy, and respecting the soul is stupid. The drizzle is tearful and the smoke is gloomy. Time goes by, folk customs exist, and filial piety is passed on.
6, suddenly passed the bad news tears, Scorpio poetry Weng driving a crane. Full of talent, singing for several years, I am proud of my fame. Baishan does not abandon words and sing willow, and the black water still rhymes. After the scholar returned to stay as a model, Kun Bingbi gave Xinrong a pen.