Qingming Poem in Memory of Parents 1 Parents Tomb-Sweeping Day
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.
Qingming express one's feelings
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.
Qingming Festival
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.
day of mourning
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.
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.
Clear memories
Tomb-Sweeping Day, Yi Jiang Village, was buried, trying to break his soul.
A shovel tugged at the lungs and abdomen, and many people helped to comfort the heart.
Yan Ci's parents took her away, and her children and grandchildren cared.
Looking at the distance, thinking about the loss of ancestors at night.
day of mourning
Once a year, clearly, grandfathers will always remember their feelings.
The drizzle is full of tears and the chrysanthemum is full of gratitude.
Children and grandchildren thrive with the help of their parents, and the hero's soul inspires a brilliant journey.
Brother and sister worked hard together to comfort the fairy in harmony and comfort.
day of mourning
During the Qingming Festival, there were many rains, and a bunch of flowers mourned the dead.
In the past, there was smoke around relatives, but today the cemetery has turned into flowers.
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The mother sleeps in Gu Shan, and the son falls in Yueyang field. Thousands of miles away, there are always tears.
Miss my mother
Spine people are far away in a foreign land, and it has been five times since they bid farewell to their parents. On Huai River, Pushan Mountain is empty, and Baling makes the water sad. The west wind turns to sorrow, and blood and rain fly with tears. Today, I knelt down and kowtowed three times, and even Chuncao was sad.
Qingming Festival
Qingming people are far away from their homeland, and Baling sounds sad. Tears filled the jade pool and turned into rain in Wan Li.
Xijiang month
The wind sends gold and silver to practice, and the clouds ride cranes. During the Qingming Festival, the sky opens and the rain overflows the court. A wanderer is heartbroken and lovesick. However, I will drink wine on the balcony and worship my mother in the north.
I miss my mother's rainy night, the lights in Xiaoxiang are dim, and the birdsong in Qingming Festival hurts my soul the most. There is a man in Gaotang who misses me with tears.
Yu Meiren will think of her mother during the Dragon Boat Festival.
Last year, the Dragon Boat Festival was a happy family, and they were all guests at home. Yu Panjin eats Yao wine, enjoys Duanyang in the afternoon and the bright moon at night.
Now I put calamus on it, and few people come. A person left until dusk, dreaming of seeing his mother in the depths of Nanshan.
During the Dragon Boat Festival in Huanxisha, Nanshan worshiped his mother for a hundred days, and tears ran dry in several dreams. Today, I took zongzi to worship Nanshan. Less than three feet from a new house, several songbirds were sobbing in small steps. Duanyang is dark.
Nanshan worships its mother, the autumn rain suddenly falls, and the crows are thin. People are in the short pine hills, and their hearts are cold.
Nanshan mother memorial hall
The autumn rain lasted nearly half a month, and the water in four cities and eight towns turned into floods. It is difficult to move south to the north, but northern poets don't frown. I went to Nanshan to mix wine, and Zhu Ming asked Niang to go to the lonely grave. The wind crow knows the meaning and shares the same sorrow, and hates the sky and the intestines.
People stay awake at midnight Mid-Autumn Festival and look at the full moon on the pillow. Listen to the wind and push the brocade households, and smell the dew. My mother lives in Nanshan, and I wander around. Blind date, only in the dream, the chicken cries.
Moving to the countryside Author: Yuan Jinfeng Jinqiu is 68 years old and will move again on the eighth day of August. All the utensils are still in use and have not been added, although the socks and shoes are broken. Welcome your neighbors, rest and welcome them. The sea is not the sea. What did you do after you moved to the countryside? You dug your own pond to entertain fish and shrimp.