1. Clouds float in the cold clothes season, and I miss my father like a tide. Looking back at Wan Li's tomb, weeds are rustling deeply.
2, I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them in the morning. Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow.
3. I owe it to my family to send cold clothes on the street tonight. Suddenly, I recalled the real estate business in the world, and I will send my sadness with me.
4, travel to eat Hengyang thin leaves, family members miss sending cold clothes. There is no reason to go to the meeting, and autumn rain flies all over the sky.
5, the annual west wind is exhausted, and weeds are everywhere. The branches of Ye Fei are noisy with sparrows. The morning mist and cold dew cover the mountains, and the clear spring reflects the moon and the night is quiet. Trees are thin, Artemisia is withered, autumn scenery is beautiful, and people are dying.
6, look at the yellow leaves for no reason, three thousand thoughts. Three thousand thoughts. A horse was charmed. I'm afraid to see the cold rain in autumn, but who cares about the calendar? Who cares about calendars? Dead trees meet spring, and scientific research has a new day.
7, the long night dream sends cold clothes, and the parents cry. Don't stop offering sacrifices at the end of the war, and pray for rest thousands of miles away.
8. Autumn leaves fall wildly in first frost, and the forest is sparse and the grass is yellow. I don't dream about human companions very much, but I miss my love and often send messages. Under the poor tears of the world, Yin and Yang separated and went to heaven. Who knows the pain of Cold Clothes Festival? Years of homesickness, being alone.
9, fine willow withered grass yellow, drain wine and burn incense sad. After four years of separation, I cried and cried, and my dreams didn't end several times. Bitter comes sweet, sweaty, frosty temples. Spring is unpaid, and the song is sent to the ghost town.