Chapter one: Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping poems; Modern poetry; Qingming rain breaks my heart,
The hills are covered with grass.
After watching the grass, the color is boundless.
Listening to the drizzle is miserable.
A trace of melancholy swept through under loneliness.
I can't hear the sound of rain and leaves fluttering.
This is an affectionate song about Qingming.
It's still early, face to face.
Poor, pleasant scenery.
I want to write a song "The Wound of Love"
Let the birds on the branches
Sing for the shade again and again.
When spring is unintentional.
Forget the savior and approach.
Until the sunset is submerged.
This time should be forgotten.
Chapter two: Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping poems. I don't remember how many years I haven't seen them.
The villages and fields in the dream have changed.
I come from the back of the sun.
Left-handed sickle and right-handed sawtooth
When I look at you, you are a pile of dirt and a monument.
When you look at me, my hand is swollen and my heart is bleeding.
Sauce tree bitter tree rose thorns dense.
They are all holding their fists in my way.
I sent them all back to hell with one knife and one knife.
You can drink tea, read books and watch the scenery quietly in heaven alone.
I knocked three times and it took me ten fingers to remember.
This is your life and death.
The only thing I did for you
Father, this will be my future life's work.
Rape flowers talk about human feelings.
All my thoughts fall on this soil home.
I bent down and staggered.
Leave heroically
Chapter III: Tomb-Sweeping Day's Grave-sweeping Poems Modern Poetry Tomb-Sweeping Day's Grave-sweeping Poems
During the Qingming Festival, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and passers-by bring gold and silver.
Cars and carts are full of roads, and they are in a dilemma.
Looking at the cemetery, it was smoky, and I saw paper ash kissing face to face.
Who said that to die, the rich and the poor are clear.
After the death of the grass man, the dust turns, and after the death of the noble, the monument is like a court.
If there is knowledge underground, how many grievances and joys will there be?
Chapter four: Tomb-Sweeping Day's grave-sweeping poems. Modern poems follow the road of missing.
We walked towards the abandoned grave.
That's where our ancestors rested.
Only this time.
We're just here to interrupt the tour.
Pull out a clump of thatch
Cultivate a loess.
Hang paper money
Offer petals one by one.
Qingming Festival
Here we come
Bow down to the souls of ancestors.
Only this time.
We just came face to face with our dead relatives.
Serve a plate of fresh fruit.
Light handfuls of paper money
pray for peace
Say one wish after another
Qingming Festival
Here we come
Comfort the souls of ancestors
Only this time.
We will contact our ancestors and interrupt our emotions.
This is also our future home.
One day, you will also lie quietly on this soil.
When we met our ancestors here,
My wish is the way to heaven in another world.
Let your life grow like a tree.
Face the beauty of life bravely
Open life like a flower.
Cultivate the fragrance of the soul
When we come to the end of our lives.
I really hope.
Our steps are surrounded by the beautiful scenery of heaven.
This is the direction of our life.