Selected poems for sweeping tombs during the Qingming Festival
1. "Sacrifice to ancestors and praise Shennong during the Qingming Festival"
Jiang Shui Lieshan Zhong Xiuling, Shennong Yi The clan shows its shape.
He invented the art of farming and taught the people how to farm.
Traveling all over the mountains and tasting hundreds of herbs, I found good medicine to make people more prosperous.
The Chinese nation’s trees are in full bloom, with big crowns, deep roots and evergreen leaves.
The yellow flags and white flags separate the yin and yang, and the wilderness is clear and green, and the wilderness is connected.
Bowing in front of the ancestor’s tombstone, tears amidst the sound of cuckoos.
The blood is thicker than water, and the moss on the graves is as light as frost.
In this melancholy place of Qingming, the pear blossoms and I are both worried.
The rhythm turns to Qingming and the drizzle continues, the peach leaves, Li Mo and Liu Ruyan.
The passionate grass leaves shed tears, and the powerless cuckoo cries in the wild.
Half an acre of barren hills bury the love of the world, and a hill of pure land breaks away from the world.
Three glasses of wine are served in front of the grave, and a thousand words are paid in paper money.
2. "Ancestor Worshiping during the Qingming Festival"
It rains continuously during the Qingming Festival, and tourists visit their hometowns to remember their ancestors.
Looking at the geese flying south in the sky, my heart is filled with lingering thoughts.
No one has ever made a mistake in a lifetime of struggle, and his unparalleled merits will be recorded in the altar.
Determined to inherit the past and inherit the future, build a new family and establish a new career.
3. "Qingming Festival"
The fragrance of willows and flowers makes me sleepless, and I feel sad just thinking about the danger.
The wild clouds carry the rain across the moon, and the sandbirds fly far into the sky with their voices.
I have abandoned my younger siblings to hunger and cold for a long time, and we always remember our reunion because of the season.
The feast and cold wine will be there next year, but we have not yet decided where to go in Pingpeng.
4. "Ancestor Worshiping During the Qingming Festival"
During the Qingming Festival, it rains continuously, and the sound of firecrackers calls to the ancestors;
A plate of offerings is filled with mist, and three pillars of fragrance rise. Clouds and smoke.
The green mountains are beautiful with pines and cypresses, and the descendants of the bells in the auspicious tombs are virtuous;
Kneel down and worship in front of the tomb, praying for good fortune to come to the world.
5. "Sacrifice to Ancestors during the Qingming Festival"
It's April in the world again, what year is it on Yincao Road?
In front of the monument, flowers are flying, and there are threads in the eyes. Silk tears and blood boiled.
The faint voice of children is in the ears, and the carp dreams are like smoke.
Where does sadness go like water, the spring breeze weeps the cuckoo every year.