Poetry ┃Strong thoughts and feelings during Qingming Festival·Poetry - To commemorate the tenth anniversary of my mother's death. Staring at the moon reflecting the maple in the celestial palace, leaning against the window, the sadness is difficult to dissolve. How could the tears fall with the wind and turn into longing in dreams? Tears of sorrow, the peach blossoms tell the spring news without a word, and the poplar catkins float in the air to encourage the growth of branches. Walking with butterflies to pay homage to parents, shed tears to mourn during the Qingming Festival. Qingming chants, the sky is filled with clouds and the sky is covered with rain, and the breeze is blowing on the road. Incense is burned on paper to describe the grief, and the lapels are wet with tears while paying homage to the parents. Sacrificing parents, the sun is hidden deep in the palace and the clouds are sad, the grass is mourning in the cold spring field. Kneeling in front of the grave accompanied by the breeze, tears streaming down my clothes thinking of my parents. I miss my brother and sister-in-law. The illness is abominable to my brother and sister-in-law. Hua Tuo has no choice but to find a cure. Tears fell from my eyes like rain, and my clothes were soaked with thoughts of my loved ones. Mourning for my uncle, whose former voice and appearance are deeply remembered, the bad news came that he was destined to return to the west. Tears pour down before my soul, tearing my heart and lungs, and I angrily ask the heavens for being deceived by good people.
Poet Introduction Shanquan: A native of Datong, he likes reading and poetry, and has experienced wind, frost, rain and snow (Editor: Deputy Editor)