On the Modern Poetic Nature of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems

Modern poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day are as follows:

1, Qingming, text/black light. Walking through the March wind and hanging on the branches of peaches and plums, people and things in these years. Full bloom, half open. Footsteps are far and near, and smoke rises.

2. The cuckoo's song rises and falls. The sun, the moon and the map are all silent at this time. Hold down the surging thoughts and heartbeat. Waiting for a rain, wet solemn shadow, wet the earth.

3, Qingming, Wen/Jade Buddha Pavilion. Fingertips across, and near Qingming. The spring rain just saw sorrow, dripping at high speed and soaring all the way. Eyes wide open, like a roaring Changbanpo, how can you break through the rain and pour backward?

4, only for that trace of concern, that trace of homesickness after the robbery. The last thing I want is to be clear, but to be clear. In the evening of that country, a wisp of kitchen smoke went straight up and was dusty in memory. Only this bottle of Erguotou!

5, Tomb-Sweeping Day, Wen/Yue Lan. In April, it rained continuously, wormwood spread all over the hillside, and peach blossoms turned into mud. Inextricably linked from heaven to earth, inextricably linked from this mountain to that mountain, fragrant fog haunts my heart. The wind blows from the brain cells and the rain continues in the atrium.

6. Stare silently at the scenes of Chinese and Japanese dramas and dreams and cross over. Sprinkle three glasses of wine, serve three servings of raw meat, order your favorite snack fruit, and I'll talk to you in Lanyan. Pour out the buried secret room and convey the feelings of long separation. Are you okay in another country?

7. Qingming, Wen/Li Yuan. How to say goodbye when you are drunk? Parting came, I watched TV and listened to songs, but I couldn't erase the trace in my heart. Right and wrong cannot be calm, and the charm of love should not be associated with death.

8. You should love an ordinary-looking man. Flowers bloom and fall, and the moon breaks. Sleeping under a spell, like sleeping beauty and stars, can't stop. Just use your imagination to tell yourself that you understand.