Tomb-Sweeping Day Memorial
Ancient ancestors set this special festival,
Pay tribute to all old friends.
Let them not be lonely in heaven,
Whether it is their relatives, ancestors or revolutionary martyrs.
The land they once walked on,
The blood is still flowing.
Your behavior,
Your history,
We will never forget it.
At this time, the graves of the wasteland are full of flowers.
Burn the paper money
May you not be poor over there,
Don't be lonely.
Tears are full of memories,
Glory is full of thoughts.
I commend the revolutionary martyrs,
You left a strong will.
China's military spirit,
The impact is far-reaching and endless.
I miss my dead relatives,
Tears moistened my eyes.
Your fatigue, our happiness,
Be together forever.
Until another Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Sunshine or rainy season
Flowers or body temperature
Missing or tears
The depth of the smile
Delivered to love far away.
Until another attachment
Accompanying or whispering
Standing or facing?
Memory or hypothesis
The road to smile
Longing for the past life.
Until another cloud
Fly or surpass
Walk or run
Rotate or follow.
Respond with a smile
Pour out past dreams
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
In the name of Qingming
Showers since the Zhou Dynasty.
Ode to Yuanming in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties
hand down from generation to generation
Poetry and songs leave traces.
Let it become a folk customs garden
Irrigation basin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival.
timely rain
Small trees in spring-one after another
Be bathed by it
Bud green
hand down from generation to generation
Pour into the fields of thousands of families
Mothproof and anticorrosion
Soak out fine varieties of grain.
Waiting for the spring breeze to enlighten us.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
Bundles of white chrysanthemums are dragging.
The melancholy of rain
One soul after another is crying on the branch.
play for time
Going back in time takes us back to the past.
Step on the ground of broken silver
We turn around with time.
Look at one's relatives
The rain in my eyes fell on the ground.
Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Sunny rain
Comfort the lost figure
Human tears
This day
Can only be used as petals.
Dotted with sad scenery
The beginning of spring
Give birth to new life
People who create life.
Take off your clothes.
miss
Turn into lit smoke
Smell the spring.
Think about the taste of milk.
Think of nursing mothers.
Maybe that's how the commemoration of old friends began.
Qingming Festival
Those burnt patterns
Fly to the right place
Can be used as a cake to satisfy hunger.
You can live as a house
smoke
On this day
This is a long bridge.
Tomb-Sweeping Day dusk
Laughing humans gradually leave.
Put the flowers in the wrong place
Crows scared away by the living began to go home.
Moss of the soul
This is a cry that slipped out of the grave.
With the last strength of life
Passing the laughter of the night
A rose that never bloomed on a corpse.
This is a rejected legend.
The tunnel to Rome at night
This was dug out by ants with their toes.
What I often sneer at is the coffin.
Laugh at the humbleness of the sun
The sky has long been out of civilization.
Who is still dancing with trembling?
Cursed dusk
Never put out the pain of being torn
If the sky is a huge mausoleum
Then what will we become?
Corroded glory
Break the eternal silence
For a dream that has burned out
Carve last night's shame on the tombstone
When a poem is blown away by the wind like a dead leaf
Tears will be the only remaining ashes.
Cover up the emptiness with all exaggerated smiles
Fight back with inexplicable pride.
Is a dream shattered by despair?
Will be silent on the broken string of the pipa.
Young love is nourished by tears.
Spin as white as a top
The eyebrows at night are a barren land.
The night light in March was a broken riot.
Time and space are only the physical body double here.
The skeleton running in the moonlight comes from the future.
Tomb-Sweeping Day dusk
I hid in the tent.
Add a grave to the barren grave with a bloody knife.
day of mourning
Author/Shi Wangxiang
Continuous spring rain
I don't know how heavy the rain is.
Miss the rain
It's been like this since Du Mu's time.
Miss the rain
murmur
Still getting wet slowly.
A mountain full of new incense ashes and paper money
I want this rain to accompany my grandmother.
In the underworld.
How many flashing blue lights are off?
This swaying wind and rain
Bingbing is cool.
Sad and clear heart
A heavy bag.
Not just a memorial service.
It's not just homesickness that accumulates
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
Where can I get drunk?
Apricot flower and spring rain
The shepherd boy's flute
The endless journey of the wanderer
Chunyu Jiangnan
Low-grade wine flag
Was it once a cloud flag that aroused the soul?
I'm drunk. I'm going to bed.
Cold food with wine next year.
Paper money in Tomb-Sweeping Day
Some toilet paper
Full of traces of time.
Dispel with fireworks
one by one
A string of footprints
One road after another.
Simple life
A page is a day.
This day combs memories.
The fire went out.
I have read my whole life.
That pile of wealth
The rest is ashes.
Smoke is in the distance.
Paper money from Qingming
The fire of acacia
Burning with spring
Comfort the soul?
Where does the soul belong?
loess
Accumulated thoughts.
Until another Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Sunshine or rainy season
Flowers or body temperature
Missing or tears
The depth of the smile
Delivered to love far away.
Until another attachment
Accompanying or whispering
Standing or facing?
Memory or hypothesis
The road to smile
Longing for the past life.
Until another cloud
Fly or surpass
Walk or run
Rotate or follow.
Respond with a smile
Pour out past dreams
Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Today every year
Have a stubble of missing
Accompanied by the cuckoo's loud cry
Grow up in the hearts of future generations.
A kite flying freely
No matter how far the journey is.
It will be a long and thin line.
Take back the altar in my hometown
Bow down to a pile of loess
Ignite the sadness that has been suppressed for a long time
Call the paradise line again
Let happiness and sadness be interpreted as thoughts soaked in tears.
Ancestors separated by yin and yang
Still releasing warmth.
Put out your dry hands.
Hold fast to the hearts of the younger generation
Rain on Tomb-sweeping Day
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. The restless soul walks,
I can't see.
Black sleep and dusk live here.
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.
Serve wine, worship and burn incense.
Solemn.
Let the ancestors in.
Throw away the water-deficient lightning
Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.