Qingming worships the new grave, and the loving mother rests in peace.
Parents belong to cranes, and yin and yang are separated.
Pay equal attention to kindness and prestige, have strict family training, and share joys and sorrows with children and grandchildren.
A wick of incense is inexhaustible, and two lines of tears are grateful.
2. Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
Looking at the graveyard in my hometown, I can't sweep away my tears.
My heart flies with the geese, and my tears dye the cuckoo in Guanshan.
I miss staying online in my later years, and I miss sitting in front of the screen in my later years.
Life is rough, you must be diligent, and the sunset will comfort Jiuquan.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
I know from a distance that my brother is visiting the new grave, and it is also heartbreaking to meet again in different places.
This is a question of respecting relatives and thinking constantly. Everyone can't live without their ancestors.
Qingming memorial service depends on the situation, and fraternity promotes future generations.
Mourning, mourning and comfort, full of tears and deep gratitude.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Last year, I lived in a mountain village today. The rain and cold wind in Mao Mao made me unbearable.
Parents' voices follow dreams, and their loved ones' backs cover dust marks.
Burning incense worships the distant thoughts, weeping and swallowing the sound forever.
Unfilial children and grandchildren are outside, and the world remembers ancestors far away.
5. Qingming Nostalgia
Horses used to run wildly on the battlefield, looking at piles of bones.
A strong man sacrificed his life to repay the hot land, and the people lost their ashes.
Change the dynasty, change the flag of the king, and strive for hegemony.
Everywhere I go, ghosts hate me for ages, and the sky is dark and sorrowful.