Crossing Qingming
Flowers fall in late spring, and it rains.
Tears add rain, stop heartbroken, and sacrifice the courage of heroes.
Looking back on the distant mountains, yesterday's peach blossoms crossed today.
Qingming three lines
In late spring, the birds swam in pairs in the drizzle, and the flowers were fragrant and touching.
Huai Yinglie, the solitary tomb is immortal, and the bones are full of mountains and rivers.
For China, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the moon is magnificent. It will not live up to our number.
day of mourning
Qingming, weeping soul,
Half a pot of sake sacrifices loyalty,
Cherish time to comfort old friends.
The blood and tears of martyrs are the well-being of our generation.
It's sunny and rainy, but don't forget.
Flowers pay homage to heroes and heroines, and deeply cherish their grief.
We will hold high the torch and live forever.
Clear memories
In spring, willows hang down and smoke infects the forest.
Homesickness, the soul still exists, and the mountains and rivers are always there.
For heroes, they are immortal and worthy of martyrs.
Conflict serves the country
Taking the sun as the light, the young man plunged into the iron horse farm and jingled.
Taking the moon as the shadow, serving the country and hiding innocent mountains and rivers.
Those stories that entered time and were engraved in history books are unforgettable.
sacrifice
Sang Zi still wants the general back,
Qingming is coming again,
It's drizzling, and the flowers want to cry without tears.
Only in spring
In the snowstorm, someone was sleeping in a coma.
Just for the setting of the moon,
Cover us with spring.
soul
The spring breeze ushered in the Qingming,
Rape, sudden sacrifice of martyrs,
Heroes of children are immortal, definitely, definitely!