Qingming Rain Classic Modern Poetry

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Qingming Rain Classic Modern Poetry 1 Qingming Rain

Miss rendered by rain

Suntanned by time

Fade gradually

The smile on the tombstone is no longer clear.

Is there a paradise for you?

There is also a clear rain.

Miss you in the dream that it is raining harder and harder.

It has become the only constant theme in early spring.

Think of the blooming roses and the door I stood by.

Peeking at the stumbling drunkenness in the sunset

You sit quietly and mend my coat.

Embroider some jasmine flowers for the cut hole.

Miss your wind chimes ringing in the rain.

Shake the melody of a nursery rhyme

Those old songs are really forgotten.

It was only popular in the last century.

Song for you again in my dream.

Remember so clearly.

Miss you in a midnight dream

On a summer night, your cattail leaf fan is breezy.

A starry sky

You taught me the magic of the big dipper.

Digging until today.

Still can't finish all your trophies.

Morning light awakened by dreams

There are traces of being wet by rain.

Sadness rises with long hair.

The Sydney trees outside the window are full of fragrance and scattered all over the floor.

Since the Qingming rainy season

I never have time to avoid it.

Qingming Rain Classic Modern Poetry 2 "When Qingming Rain Falls Again"

this year

Jiang Nanan, the spring breeze has turned green again.

Just as day replaces night.

I come from dusk.

Look at the rest of the memories.

come and go

Peach blossoms are blooming and apricot blossoms are white.

Peach blossoms have withered, but apricot blossoms have fallen. ...

then

I lit a mirage with a match.

So the sunny rain

There are many.

April is like a smoky catkin.

Haven't flown yet

The shepherd boy in Xinghua Village hasn't pointed it out to me yet.

The direction of the restaurant

Horseshoe sounds like a mistake.

Passing me in an instant.

Go straight to the distance

There was a moment of confusion.

A moment's change

I come from the shore of waterinfo.

Dreaming of the lost water town in Jiangnan

But I never remember.

Peony in Los Angeles should be in full bloom, too.

Just a wandering heart

Forgot to pause

Cann't stop wandering

It will clear up if it rains again.

Those who left didn't go home.

On the destroyed grave

The lush grass is still a little dark yellow.

What about me?

Me.

I am in a place where there is no sun.

Recall the sun ...

Qingming Rain Classic Modern Poetry 3 Qingming Rain

I vomited a few smoke turns, half closed my eyes and quietly.

Listen to the sound of this city.

Rain tearing smoke rings! But I can't hide it

Gorgeous neon lights

Under the neon lights, who is paying homage to their loved ones with fireworks?

Disturbing scraps of paper and falling rain.

The rippling water under the umbrella reflects

Fireworks dancing with the waves reflect the outline of skyscrapers.

A glass of red wine is full of scars.

Shake it slowly and beat the false passion.

Crazy dance steps measure fragile humanity.

Same Qingming, different inheritance

Pretending to be fashionable is to whitewash your heart with vanity.

Drunkenness frees the body from the soul.

This silent rain! Cool wind

Can't wash away the ugliness of the world, can't blow away homesickness.

Look north, if memory is a line.

Holding my mother at one end and thinking at the other.

I miss the clear rain when I was a child, and I miss Liu Yiyi when the swallows returned.

Missing my mother's Tomb-Sweeping Day, a few wickers and a few tears.

If memory is a calendar.

Yesterday, a sad story, why haven't you finished writing the ending today?

I miss my mother, and whether I will come back tomorrow, Tomb-Sweeping Day will continue.

The same Qingming, the same rain, how many deep breaths, what stings is the unforgettable memory.

Qingming Rain Classic Modern Poetry 4 "Qingming Rain Cotton Candy"

The clock on the wall is ticking.

The drizzle came as scheduled.

I poured out my sadness and moved Qingshi.

The sad rain is floating and floating.

Willow branches shake and shake.

The inner repression is outlined.

I leaned against the threshold and looked out.

The old tree in front of the door was carved by the sky of years.

The old wall behind the door was badly beaten by the wind and rain.

The sun shines on the earth.

Just like the smile in grandpa's heart.

at that time

I am very, very small.

Just remember

I often walk with my grandfather.

Sell cotton candy

Just remember

His hair is as white as cotton candy.

Just remember

His smile is as warm as cotton candy.

Grandfather in memory

Always holding cotton candy in his hand.

Just as fish can't live without a pond.

Flowers always spit out fragrance.

It never occurred to me at that time.

Grandpa, he is very old.

Will fall down one day.

Like old trees and old walls.

After grandpa left

Mom said he had gone on a trip.

Selling marshmallows all over the world

In a paradise without disease

There must be sweet marshmallows

Qingming Rain Classic Modern Poetry 5 "Rain Falling Clear"

I can't see the clear rain.

A pair of clear eyes

At this point, no one.

Willing to touch your body

But today, the rain falls in your arms.

A journey of sadness and crying

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They are pouring in.

Drop by drop

Turn to each other and convey a kind of nostalgia.

They come from heaven and also from.

Under the grave, it comes from my lacrimal gland.

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Qingming, like a grand party.

It's just that the stage is not so luxurious

It's just a few piles of loess

A tomb like a breast

Pour out one's heart to another.

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If you think the rally has no theme

If you don't think this is a memorial service,

If you think a butterfly or a bee

Wandering in the rain, just to explore the spring.

With a sad expression, I won't.

Blame you, they just hope

The ancestors were buried underground.

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The rain fell on the grave.

It's tears, but it's blood that falls in my heart