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# Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry recitation 1#
Huangtuxia
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
# Tomb-Sweeping Day poetry reading manuscript 2#
Rain on Tomb-sweeping Day
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. The restless soul walks,
I can't see.
Black sleep and dusk live here.
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.
Serve wine, worship and burn incense.
Solemn.
Let the ancestors in.
Throw away the water-deficient lightning
Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.
# Tomb-Sweeping Day poetry reading manuscript 3#
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.
Willow flute mourning, pine and cypress standing still.
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.
# Tomb-Sweeping Day poetry reading manuscript 4#
Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems
I wrote down my hometown, rice;
I wrote down the clear river.
I wrote down the fish under the water,
I wrote down the green grass on the shore.
I wrote down the ghost that lights up at night to find love.
I wrote down the legend of grandma and Guanyin
A person who has done good deeds all his life will eventually become a fairy.
Although she keeps saying that she has unfinished business.
I have to write this down,
Homesickness lingers in my dreams for a long time.
I must write the scenery from your humble farmhouse.
I must write the power of life from your poor back.
Just like my father dug Jin Wa out of the ground,
We all know that's false.
But he's been digging all his life. Can you believe it?
I have to write this before Tomb-Sweeping Day.
The ancestral grave has moved, and he can hardly speak a dialect.
The only last name that hasn't changed,
You asked me to keep in touch with my mother.
I must put these unfinished poems in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Burning in the northern sky
# Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry reading manuscript 5#
go for a spring outing on the Qingming Festival
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 can
Heaven and earth laugh together
# Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry reading manuscript 6#
Sacrifice to heroism
Spring is clear,
This is a rainy season.
Misty and rainy,
Wrapped in the heart of remembering the martyrs.
The heroism of the martyrs,
Floating among pines and cypresses
Spring has become a flower, which makes people no longer cold.
I have a bunch of flowers in my hand.
Go to your grave.
It's raining,
It's the tears I pour out to you.
I haven't seen your face, but my heart
Bathed in the sunshine you combed,
Thank you for everything.
The rising China,
Because of your sacrifice in the battle
The five-star red flag that rises every day,
Condensed with your flowing blood
You retire at the dawn of victory,
In a good life
You became a monument,
Will bless floating on the earth like spring breeze.
Heroes,
Ten thousand martyrs in Qian Qian.
Qingming Festival is here, go home.
Your hometown and future generations,
Live in happiness.
Tonight, your souls will rest there.
# Tomb-Sweeping Day poetry reading manuscript 7#
Let no one walk out of the clear rainy season in April.
Let no one get out of the mood of sunny and rainy April.
In April, on the streets of countless cities.
until today
I can only walk there and count there.
Hometown Tomb-Sweeping Day
Burn paper, burn money, burn paper, burn paper, burn paper.
A word has a clear meaning.
One sentence is a clear meaning.
Together with the memory of weeds turning green in April in front of the grave
Rhododendrons are everywhere.
And the deepest thoughts hidden in April's heart
I walked all the way through the poems I wrote.
But what I miss most is my mother's pot of black rice.
Walking on the wide streets of Sanbei Street city
I feel that I have no way out.
I don't know how to finish writing April's melancholy.
Start putting it down before you reach the front platform.
Borrow a spring day from mom's wheat field
Hanging in my clear and rainy space
But under the great pressure of the city,
Always make the rainy season sad all the way.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, my hometown of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
I wonder how far the rainy season in April is.
Keep people away from home.
They have become children who have never been loved by their mothers all their lives.
# Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry reading manuscript 8#
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.
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