Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day

1, Tomb-Sweeping Day

Sunny rain

Comfort the lost figure

Human tears

This day

Can only be used as petals.

Dotted with sad scenery

The beginning of spring

Give birth to new life

People who create life.

Take off your clothes.

miss

Turn into lit smoke

Smell the spring.

Think about the taste of milk.

Think of nursing mothers.

Maybe that's how the commemoration of old friends began.

Qingming Festival

Those burnt patterns

Fly to the right place

Can be used as a cake to satisfy hunger.

You can live as a house

smoke

On this day

This is a long bridge.

2. "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain"

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.

timely rain

In the name of Qingming

Showers since the Zhou Dynasty.

Ode to Yuanming in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties

hand down from generation to generation

Poetry and songs leave traces.

Let it become a folk customs garden

Irrigation basin

Tomb-Sweeping Day is a field.

timely rain

Small trees in spring-one after another

Be bathed by it

Bud green

hand down from generation to generation

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 game.

timely rain

Bundles of white chrysanthemums are dragging.

The melancholy of rain

One soul after another is crying on the branch.

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.