Shaanxi. Zhang
Anwar said goodbye, how many degrees tonight,
It's Qingming Festival again.
Children and grandchildren dream of xiaoxiang,
I'm afraid I'm afraid, but infatuation is hard.
Capital and water attract customers, Meishan is drunk,
Visit friends and relatives online.
I want to go to Sanxiangchun,
Qian Shan Road, looking ahead and looking back.
Wanquanzu Tomb-Sweeping Day sweeps graves.
Hunan. Zhang
Looking for an outing, Upright worshiped his ancestors and knocked on the night platform.
The gloomy and beautiful city is full of purple, and the magnificent horses are open to talents.
Seven ying pulse branches show, cuckoo opens in March.
Your house Lan Xin inherits Zuze, and the long poem wine falls into the dust.
Stream flowing water
Sichuan. Zhang bumin
Spring breeze and sunset glow fall into the shallows.
Bridge shadow overlapping jade mirror circle
Since then, the ship has been painted.
Bai Cui sky * * * ChanJuan.
Qingming Festival
Sichuan. Zhang xianping
Flying grass is long, Qingming is coming;
Customs are fragrant on the grave, and family members are filial;
Born as my Lord, I am grateful.
I hope my family will be grateful to Tomb-Sweeping Day!
Spring in Zhangjiagou
Sichuan. Zhang bumin
( 1)
Legend has it that Guanyin rock is deified.
Purdue Town Shenlianhuatai
Lin Haitao Dan Tao Yundiao
Sunset slanting purple and gold.
(2)
He Qiao Dabachong Tao Jin
Pan-spring tide in ten thousand mu of flower fields
The pink butterfly attracted the fairy in the sky.
Bee picking flowers and spitting sugar paste
Qingming Festival
Sichuan. Zhang Qianping
The cold spring in Mo Wen has stopped recently.
The cool breeze makes people sad.
Qingming went to the grave to worship again,
Leading children and grandchildren to kowtow.
Zhang Qianping, Beishan Wailang Apartment, March 30th, 2020
Appreciation of Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems of Sacrificing Ancestors
Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.
During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and wanderers miss their ancestors.
Looking south to the wild goose, lingering thoughts are chilling.
Whoever struggles all his life has no fault, and the merits of the world are recorded in the altar.
Determined to link the past with the future and write a new chapter in the family business.
Qingming Festival
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
Qingming Festival
I don't sleep, thinking alone on the threshold.
Wild clouds will cross the rain to the moon, and sand birds will fly to the sky with voices.
For a long time, I left my siblings in a hungry and cold place and thought of reunion every season.
Cold wine will arrive next year, and where Pingpeng is still undecided.
Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.
During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, and firecrackers called for ancestors;
A plate of offerings is misty and fragrant.
Qingshan Yu Xiu Songbaicui, a descendant of Ramu Zhong Ling;
Bow down at the grave and pray for Fulu to come down to earth.
Seven laws. Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.
It's April day on earth again. What year is The Road to Death?
In front of the monument, pieces of flying flowers are in a mess, and their eyes are full of tears and blood.
Vaguely shouting in the ear, vaguely carp pumping into the dream.
Where there is sadness like water, cuckoo cries in the spring breeze.