Chapter One: Tomb-Sweeping Day's prose poems are sung softly in the wind.
The warm sunshine embraces the earth.
Beautiful flowers bloom in the laughter of birds.
Green grass is all over the hillside.
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
I let go of my carefree outing.
Standing in front of the cold tombstone
Let the fire of missing burn in my heart
Tears lit the paper.
The past is filled with smoke.
The past.
You can only look for it in your memory.
A pile of loess
Can cut off the bridge between life and death
But you can't finish cutting
The grass I miss all my life
Chapter II: It never rains heavily in Tomb-Sweeping Day's prose poems.
The sunshine in the wind is very warm.
Going for an outing is synonymous with going for a spring outing.
The pleasure of having a spring injury.
traditional festival
There is a drink offering every year.
A little excuse to relax.
Freeze in the form of law
Mourning for Heaven or Master Yuan?
This is the nature or birdsong in spring.
There is no answer to the boundless universe.
Dare not ask April Sophora japonica.
Remote transmission in different places
Unspeakable expectations
Deep down in my heart, I ...
At a time like this,
More willing to pay tribute to yourself.
Chapter III: I am a child in Tomb-Sweeping Day's prose poems.
Passing you by every year.
Never met.
Young I
Meet once a year.
But I don't know why.
I am now.
I love you every year.
But you can't grow up.
Helpless! It is you!
Arouse my thoughts of my old friends.