Qingming Modern Poetry 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day
Author: simple
Underground
Underground, that's the underworld.
There are different surnames living in it
I guess this must be Elysium.
None of the people who went came back.
Close your eyes and go in.
Bypass the funeral
Let some tears and paper ash
Floating upward
People on earth
Cann't stop thinking
I don't believe people are really dead.
I think they have gone to live in another place.
Bless us underground.
Talk about us
Qingming Festival
Qingming Festival
Actually, I don't know.
Rain disturbs people and fog makes them faint.
A meter away, damn it, riding a wall.
The wind on the road moves the white flag and butterfly ash.
White-headed flowers are blooming.
A rising tide lifts all boats, and spring water splashes ink.
Clear, unclear
The witch cursed and sat from the moldy pu.
It's oozing all March.
Cursing the beautiful poetic scene incoherently.
Make peach blossom crazy
Stir the silence of April, stir
Dark and turbid, unclear.
It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Exquisite silk
Dense twill weave
painful
The restless soul is floating.
Can't see the black sleep.
Be separated by rain
Tearful eyes
Qingming in Lian Po
Feel calm and peaceful.
Turn a blind eye to the root cause
Become a mountain
When the wind comes, dogs will bark without warning.
Let the tears sparkle in forbearance.
Let the witch curse and drown in the silent secular dust.
It will clear up after the rain.
Qingming Modern Poetry 2 "Until Another Qingming Festival"
Sunshine or rainy season
Flowers or body temperature
Missing or tears
The depth of the smile
Delivered to love far away.
Until another attachment
Accompanying or whispering
Standing or facing?
Memory or hypothesis
The road to smile
Longing for the past life.
Until another cloud
Fly or surpass
Walk or run
Rotate or follow.
Respond with a smile
Pour out past dreams
Modern Qingming Poems under Loess 3
This is a foreign land,
There are different surnames living in it
I think it must be a blessing,
None of the people who went came back.
Close your eyes and go in.
Bypass the black funeral
Let tears and paper dust,
Like the wind.
People on the loess can't even think of it.
Like me
I can't believe my dear grandma is dead.
I think she just went to live in a foreign land.
Spinning and embroidery
Save some delicious food for me. In a remote place
Take care of me like a virgin and bless me.
Prayer and praise
Qingming Modern Poetry 4 "In the Cemetery"
This is seven inches of the village.
During the Qingming Festival,
Release a lot of eye-catching words
Put it in the coffin,
Don't create suspense,
Remember to pay tribute to them
Weeds are still fresh.
The growth on the tombstone
Abandonment continues to take root in people's hearts,
Hook up with a few bones
The person you visited did not move,
Don't talk.
Crows are spectacular.
They use flustered eyes.
Disassembly noise
A festival is like a Buddha.
Walking for thousands of years.
Sitting in April
Waiting for countless tears to drown themselves.
Hold a few handfuls of loess and make a fire.
Fold your body and bow your head repeatedly.
Look at those black butterflies, floating.
Drop gently and stop.
Liu Di mourns,
Pine and cypress stand upright
We went upstream along the full stop.
The past was complicated. A heart
Bloom at the same time as peach blossoms
Silently dispersed again.
At this time, some lifeless souls
loquitur
However, many people only know how to distribute paper money.
Those mysterious voices
Never heard of it.
Qingming Modern Poetry 5 "The Story of Visiting Mother in the Mountains on April 26th"
( 1)
Baiyun da shou Hu yi building
Barren mountains and barren hills; Relatives burst into tears.
I went into the country unmoved.
My soul is talking to your soul
The branches of the grass were broken and made a slight sound from my hand.
They are all messages for you; Through nature
The noise of life and the loneliness of death can be understood tacitly.
It's like two opposite doors open.
A kind of mood slowly, peacefully and ecstatically welled up in my mind.
(2)
Before and after their death, they won unprecedented honor.
Eleven years ago, everyone looked up at a comet.
Wei Hui strolled in the city, solemn and solemn.
All the people who saw it took off their hats to greet them.
Colorful garlands were once folded into memory fortresses on the mountain.
Brilliant stars, now rotten as mud.
Weeds are like flagpoles, falling from the sky.
Sad and glorious past in the cool breeze; Graveyard collapse
Only thousands of mountain ants watch over you day and night.
(3)
The stone tablet is like ice, which warms my heart.
Killing in the four fields, through my feelings.
As in previous years, tears poured down my face.
Because the most sad thing is to leave; I will devote myself to
Bubble interpersonal relationships, fulfill various obligations.
Stick to your duties for others.
Enjoy all kinds of emotional twists and turns.
Take hard work and pain as the reward of action.
Finally, like you, say to people: I am an innocent life.
Qingming modern poem 6 "Qingming"
Shiwangxiang
Continuous spring rain
I don't know how heavy the rain is.
Miss the rain
It's been like this since Du Mu's time.
Miss the rain
murmur
Still getting wet slowly.
A mountain full of new incense ashes and paper money
I want this rain to accompany my grandmother.
In the underworld.
How many flashing blue lights are off?
This swaying wind and rain
Bingbing is cool.
Sad and clear heart
A heavy bag.
Not just a memorial service.
It's not just homesickness that accumulates
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
Where can I get drunk?
Apricot flower and spring rain
The shepherd boy's flute
The endless journey of the wanderer
Chunyu Jiangnan
Low-grade wine flag
Was it once a cloud flag that aroused the soul?
I'm drunk. I'm going to bed.
Cold food with wine next year.
Qingming Modern Poetry 7 "Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Today every year
Have a stubble of missing
Accompanied by the cuckoo's loud cry
Grow up in the hearts of future generations.
A kite flying freely
No matter how far the journey is.
It will be a long and thin line.
Take back the altar in my hometown
Bow down to a pile of loess
Ignite the sadness that has been suppressed for a long time
Call the paradise line again
Let happiness and sadness be interpreted as thoughts soaked in tears.
Ancestors separated by yin and yang
Still releasing warmth.
Put out your dry hands.
Hold fast to the hearts of the younger generation
Qingming Modern Poetry 8 "Tomb-Sweeping Day's Paper Money"
Some toilet paper
Full of traces of time.
Dispel with fireworks
one by one
A string of footprints
One road after another.
Simple life
A page is a day.
This day combs memories.
The fire went out.
I have read my whole life.
That pile of wealth
The rest is ashes.
Smoke is in the distance.
Paper money from Qingming
The fire of acacia
Burning with spring
Comfort the soul?
Where does the soul belong?
loess
Accumulated thoughts.
Qingming Modern Poetry 9 Tomb-Sweeping Day
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.
Qingming Modern Poetry 10 Tomb-Sweeping Day's grief
Nothing is better than being remembered by everyone.
Greater sacrifice.
Nothing is better than being remembered by the people forever.
More noble' libation'!
Your inscription is
Inscribed in the hearts of the people
Your great achievements,
Great feat.
Or bits and pieces in the ordinary?
But because of the infiltration of your true feelings,
As bright as a star
That's great.
I use my soul.
A pious touch
Your short but eternal life
Condensed words,
Every touch
My ignorant soul is like an experience.
The baptism of thoroughly remould oneself;
My conscience was abandoned by desire,
Is being punished and tortured.
All white and elegant flowers
Should gather in front of your grave,
This is a continuation of your elegance,
This is the condensation of your stereo.
All compassionate hearts
You should review it,
Even if it is hypocritical.
That's awe,
That's also humbleness.
Facing the fear and retreat of the nobility.
Standing at your grave,
I feel my heart is bleeding!
Lament the boundless sky
Whose depravity
Let your glory
Because of their corruption?
Whose erosion is it?
Let your grace
Die for their sins?
Qingming Modern Poetry 1 1 Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
It's gloomy and rainy.
Glittering water dripped between the hair.
Tears of heaven
The cool breeze blows gently, and the heart is surging.
Tiandiliang road
Tears and acacia
Willow is turning green.
continue
The rotation of fallen leaves yesterday
Flowers are everywhere in Xinger.
light colour
The petals fell all over the floor.
continue
Flowers bloom and fall.
Send sadness in the white sky
Today is not yesterday, and yesterday is not today.
Tongan
Only hard work and happiness
But heaven and earth laugh together.
Qingming Modern Poetry 12 Commemorating Tomb-Sweeping Day
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.