A breeze blows away tears, but it can't sow love on earth.
One night spring came, because of life and death, the world of mortals flew.
A tune of nature stirs up sadness and lingers for nine days, soothing the soul.
Once a year, peep at the bell mass in heaven, and everything returns to Zen.
A glass of sake, in memory of future generations.
A handful of yellow sand measures the honor and disgrace of a lifetime.
It is a haze, and it is always difficult for the lunar calendar and the solar calendar to penetrate each other.
When the wind is high, the expression of the season will splash ink on the season.
A tragic story, a journey passed down from generation to generation.
A strong flute tells a bright future and cherishes endless common wishes.
Singing and sighing, the door of the gathering and parting season is stumbling, full of twists and turns.
One shout, yin and yang are separated, and human affection is inseparable.
Dream of Conan, rich or poor, finally set foot on the road home.
A piece of Dan Xin, cutting meat, burying loyalty in Mount Jiejun.
Hit the nail on the head, human conscience often introspects and clears the tomb.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 2: What can I offer you?
My mother
Time like running water
Return from witch mountain
Unconsciously,
Spent spring and autumn after spring.
In the extreme difficulties of life
Is it you-
My mother
Solve the problem for me
Hold up a sky for me
Sow sunshine and rain for me.
Cheer me up.
When I am in the spring breeze.
Is it you-
My mother
Beat around the bush for me
Give me cold water in time.
Tell me the way forward.
Think about waking up that pot of wine for me.
I have memorized it.
In a drizzly late autumn
I am writing on my desk.
Climbing the lattice is to conceive a poem.
It is you who accompany me.
Dial the light for me later.
Help me twist the oil core later
Put an old sweater over my shoulder.
You seem to be warning me with your actions.
Life is not easy.
Without a firm will
No perseverance
There is no persistent effort.
Even if it is spent on the floor in front of you.
Even if the sun is shining now
It's just a flash in the pan or shameful.
I am a small sapling.
It is your hands that feed me to grow up.
You've done so much for me.
The stars have been moving for decades.
Things change and time flies.
You and I are separated by yin and yang.
At this point, I feel deeply guilty.
Still wandering in the same place
The sun lazily hid behind the clouds.
The wind stopped beyond the mountain.
bird
Can you give it to my mother on the other side of the mountain for me?
Give my son sincere greetings.
Mother's lonely grave
With my pious heart
Leave you bundles of Qingming flowers.
Qingming groggy to sweep the grave.
Kneeling at the grave, heartbroken
Zigui rang all night.
Rhododendrons burned on the whole mound.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poetry 3 Tomb-Sweeping Day walks in the lonely wilderness.
The wind is coming and the rain is coming.
Dream, where have you been?
Flowers are blooming and butterflies are coming.
Miss, where have you been-
Painful skull drifting in the country.
Blood, listening to the skin is dying.
The weeping flowers deeply pray for the dead elves-
A concentrated sadness, a lost memory.
The only Tomb-Sweeping Day, walking in the lonely wilderness.
The significance of Buddha's sacrifice is weak and continuous.
For my fragile life, soft and magnificent.
For my strong bones, decay and fatigue.
-The wind is coming.
I want to go home and see the smile of the bug.
Look at the germination rate of bitter gourd planted in the farmland by the surviving brothers, okay?
Take a look at the lonely grave house, like a reborn ark, swaying in the long grass.
-It's going to rain.
In the Qingming visual confusion, at the crossroads, smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up.
Many fallen shadows drifted away, like the agreement of previous lives.
Gradually, we will get closer and closer.
Stand together, can't see each other clearly, and whisper sadly with the weeping twilight.
Rainy days contain all the meaning of life. ...