Seeking the root and asking the way is in Qingming
Gao Tang is still on Zhilai Road.
Kaoxian went to find his way home.
Pear blossoms were eaten in cold weather.
How many children know about life?
Thanksgiving day
Every inch of grass in spring kneels like milk.
The epidemic meets the seven wonders of Qingming
Plain clothes is like spring.
Lonely and clear, mourning for the country.
My heart is like frost.
Only send feelings to the boundless.
Green? Hey? (five unique skills)
Unintentional willow insertion
The wind is flying in the green fields,
Green grass is like smoke.
Today's memorial service,
Tears spilled all night without sleep.
Qingming road? (Free verse)
The distant years are repeated in memory.
The eyeful desolation ushered in the peach blossom.
Tomb-Sweeping Day went home as promised.
Walk on the road of the world
As before
Thirty years back and forth
Thoughts and drizzle are floating in the wind.
Little by little.
Holding it in your hand hurts.
The collapsed old house
Abandoned threshing floor
A moss-covered earth wall
be lost in thought
I have childhood laughter in my eyes.
Under the smoky eaves.
Swallow whisper
The length of the fourth uncle erhu
The smell of auntie's noodles
Those happy days
The distance is back.
If we can travel through time,
Turn around slowly with time
Look at one's relatives
Let the rain fall on the ground.
How many ideas do you want to express?
How many words do you want to say?
On a lonely day
How to face the vicissitudes of life alone
The innocence in your eyes.
How to become riddled with holes
Be a seasoned soldier-be experienced.
We have been separated from each other for a lifetime.
Wheat seedlings turn green and yellow flowers are everywhere.
A childlike child who ran away from home that year.
Has long been worn down by years.
It won't fit in the backpack.
Wan Li, who left home as a teenager, was disappointed.
The flowers in Tomb-Sweeping Day are fragrant.
Like a sea of clouds on the horizon
Do you also envy your dream hometown?
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
Like a wanderer in the world
Endless separation, away from hatred and sadness.
I can only bow down spring after spring.
Looking up at my hometown after a long separation.
Qingming? Fan Zhijiang
The century is clear and clear.
Tragedy destroys ghosts and gods.
COVID-19 clown dances wildly.
Innocent people lost their bodies.
The zombie lay on his back and opened his eyes.
Long song is silent when she cries.
Life in Qiucun is close to * * *
Extend warm hands and hug each other.
Tomb-Sweeping Day misses his old friend? Guligang
Flowers bloom in March and spring blossoms.
Mourning the Soul in Qing Ming Fu
The faint crows in the wild can't stop.
Tears wet the child's front.
Be puzzled and think seriously.
I am deeply saddened by all kinds of visits.
At present, every other boat crosses the bridge
Voice and dream break Xinghua village
? Gengzinian Tomb-Sweeping Day
? Tomb-Sweeping Day remembers his parents? Guligang
Tomb-Sweeping Day worships his ancestors.
I miss my parents and want to die.
Reproduce kindness every day.
Rotating teaching voice every night
Heaven is too high to send.
The Buddhist community is far from worried about the lock cloud.
Bow to you with a thousand tears.
Call your parents in a voice and swallow.
? Gengzinian Tomb-Sweeping Day
Jiangchengzi Tomb-Sweeping Day? Guligang
It's raining and sunny in Mao Mao. When the geese returned, the fog was hazy, filled with clouds and smoke, and Du wept blood. The money flew away, and my tears were almost unbearable. My heart was broken and I cried.
A thousand fires are cold and the smoke is light. The grass is green, the warblers are singing, the intestines are regretful, and the mountains and rivers are mourning. Yin and yang are separated forever, and heaven and earth are sad and blame their feelings.
Gengzinian Tomb-Sweeping Day
Qingming message? Ma Ximin
Looking at the spring grass with the grave,
Sadness can't rekindle feelings,
It is not easy for our predecessors to manage the family.
Enjoy the bitter journey at the end of the day.
Do your best to help future generations.
Leave justice to the children,
Well, there is no way to complain about desire.
My eyes were fixed and my tears were silent.