Qingming came to his parents' grave.
Passionate, infinite thoughts.
Wipe off dust
Wear flowers.
Light the incense wick.
Light a cigarette.
Staring at familiar names on the tablet.
The kind news rang in my ears again.
Go to school with a schoolbag on the roadside.
Listen to the master in the factory
Study hard and work hard.
More can't be a fool.
I can't stop choking at the thought of this.
There is no happiness for your children.
I have been running all my life.
Save money for your family.
I will inherit our good tradition.
Once upon a time, chicks soared, and today geese fly.
I also want to talk to my parents more.
Qingshan Lake is always green.
Remember the grace of dripping water in your heart.
Rest in peace, parents.
The turbulent language turned into a string of tears.
Grass lotus floating at close range