Composition of Tomb Sweeping in Qingming Festival

Qingming always gives the impression of wet rain. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show its faint sadness and nostalgic taste. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Looking at the drizzle, it can arouse the faint sadness and thoughts in people's hearts. This rain is either wild and rainy, or gentle and drizzling. From early morning to dusk, in the misty and rainy Shan Ye, on the muddy path, there are always grave-sweepers who are facing the wind and raining, embellishing loneliness and walking again; Or in groups of three or five, supporting the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, limping alone. The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, the trees are caged in front of solitary smoke, the bridges are flowing, the crows are crying sadly, the rain washes the clear autumn, and the wind blows the sadness, only to see the misty rain, but not the people and the kitchen smoke. What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture. Looking up occasionally, the cemetery suddenly sees: a hundred graves are arched and a thousand steles stand; The misty rain is hazy, and the grass leaves. A desolate, a sad, a dead silence! The mountains are lonely and the smoke is thin, and the trees are drizzling! The wind is fluttering, the rain is raining, the grief is long, the sadness is mysterious, and there is no way to be ecstasy. Where is the fragrance? Pulling up a piece of grass, putting down a few cups of cold wine and burning a handful of paper money, the wind and rain are terrible, the cups are full of sorrow, the weeds are full of smoke, and there is nothing to say, only the bottom of my heart is full of faint sadness and faint sadness! The dead are long gone, and the survivors will always be sad! The voice and face are vivid, and all kinds of things in the past are still in my ears, but the customer is rushing to the end of the world, and it is sad to miss the lonely grave for thousands of miles.

When I reminisce about my youth, Tomb-Sweeping Day and the rain are just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy, who stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing at a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine streamer appeared and disappeared in the thin drizzle. This probably comes from the poem Qingming. A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way. Ask the local people where to buy wine and worry? The shepherd boy laughed and did not answer the apricot mountain village. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Why "broken soul"? Because "the ancient tomb is full of poplar trees, which are the parting places of life and death." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception. The carefree time of a teenager is always short, just like a kite put up in childhood, when the thread is broken, it disappears without a trace and cannot be found anywhere. This poem is still so sad and kind to read today. Throughout the ages, some * * * same and beautiful feelings in human nature have been interlinked from all over the world and from ancient times to modern times. Things in the world have changed, and the time is often the time to form ancient and modern. The living will always become the dead. Some people say that the thoughts of others will fade as time goes by. I think, maybe missing my loved ones is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time we remember their voices and smiles, there will always be some sour and cool feelings in our hearts. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Qingming Festival will come one after another, which is probably the induction of sadness in people's hearts. It's clear again. "Men don't flick when they have tears." I can't cry. But when I miss my loved ones and shed all my tears, memories will no longer be just a burden of life. We feel the love and warmth in the world again, put together broken hearts, and raise the sails of life again with a smile. We feel that life is short because things are impermanent, and once we really loved, there will be no regrets in life. Help others in distress, and stay optimistic in setbacks. As long as there is love in your heart, there will be no regrets in love, and life will always be a beautiful spring. There is a drizzle, please. I hope she will come as scheduled, even if it is a tear that the world wants to flow but can't.