1: Tomb-Sweeping Day, missing his father. Author: local poet
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
People all over the world pay homage to their ancestors.
The wandering heart suddenly approaches you.
I'm afraid of crying in pain.
Weeds in front of the grave have been waiting for wanderers returning from a foreign land.
Ten years of separation
Tears of a day
Gently approach your land.
Afraid to disturb your dream of precipitation
Ten years of deep sleep.
Tears like rain curtain
Increase of white hair between black hair
Kneel at your grave.
The heart is also full of pain.
Where are the happy days?
Where are the memories of childhood?
father
You are deep in your sleeping land.
Have you ever felt the heartache of my knife?
Have you heard my crying words?
It is a luxury to confess to you.
It is also very helpless to tell you.
Separation of yin and yang
Affectionate money (to sb)
The difference between heaven and earth
Father loves mountains!
Chapter Two: Tomb-Sweeping Day's longing for love Author: Eleven degrees cold.
Nostalgia in Tomb-Sweeping Day
A rain in Mao Mao,
Quietly woven into a net stuck in my heart,
Lock my deep attachment.
Grandma's smile
Just around the corner.
I open my palm,
Release a paper crane.
It contains my 10 million wishes.
Fly into the lush spring,
Fly to the sea of flowers where rape flowers are in full bloom.
The way to my hometown,
It's far.
Chapter III: Tomb-Sweeping Day Sacrifices to His Sister Author: Yu Yan Covered Bridge
You no longer come to us with a smile.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rained in Mao Mao with my sister.
With wet thoughts.
Come here to see you again.
You have lived here alone since 2004.
We've never met.
A gathering of relatives
Only in the dream of tears.
After all these years.
Have you forgotten the way home?
Then why not visit your elderly parents?
Can't you hear them crying when they miss you?
Money in my hands is like a winter jasmine shivering in the cold wind
Tears and scraps of paper are flying in the air.
I want to steal the key to the gate of heaven.
Take you home and never part.
Chapter four: Qingming without thoughts.
But one thing, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter if the dog barks in the neighborhood or the chicken crows in the middle of the night.
I want to walk ten thousand steps. Silent footsteps
It seems clearer than the song of birds in the morning.
Where will this go?
Where is in front of you?
Through that forest, can you have tea before tomorrow?
In fact, the new branches and leaves have long since hung up.
Every drop is exposed. Look around, wind and fog.
The idea of rain is all over.
Slow down, meditate or whisper.
Generally speaking, for me,
Life is so fast, I seem to have arrived.
There is only one thought left:
Anyway, I don't want you to walk faster than me. ...
Chapter V: Memorial to Tomb-Sweeping Day Author: Xing Zheping
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.
Article 6: Tomb-Sweeping Day Author: Floating in the middle of the cloud
Lightweight, indulge in this helpless world
Light a candle, it smells good.
Worship the silence of life
Scintillation chamber
Memory opens, avalanche.
Hierarchical tree ring
Respond to the heartless bell
Clear tears, clear mind.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, peace of mind.