Author: anonymous
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.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
2. "Qingming Walking"
Author: anonymous
Go out to make friends in the suburbs, and boys and girls play in the breeze.
The faint rosy clouds are gorgeous and the drizzle is clear.
In spring, the grass buds are new green, and in warm days, the cherry stones are reddish.
Smoking is forbidden in the forest, and suddenly I heard the sound of playing the piano in the ravine.
3. "Tomb-Sweeping Day worships ancestors"
Author: anonymous
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and wanderers miss their ancestors.
Looking south to the wild goose, lingering thoughts are chilling.
Whoever struggles all his life has no fault, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.
Determined to carry forward the past and build a family.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day sweeps the grave
Author: anonymous
Clouds covered the blue sky last night, and it was drizzling.
The players in front of the monument swore that the cypresses in the park were all over the ground.
Blood-stained flags keep faith, and wind blows flowers to sacrifice heroes.
The smoke is drifting away, the sky is like washing, and the great cause is reviving and chasing the sun.
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Author: anonymous
I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.
Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.
For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.
Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.