Text/Watch Dawn
April. After my pain, the rain came.
on the way home
Many people meet by chance, and have nothing to do with each other.
Piety, humility and tears
The past is barren, and the black highland in my heart.
Just like the dignity of the bulge, the higher the cardinal number, the higher it is.
Fireworks are flourishing, and tears are soaked in yellow thick incense paper.
get rid of
The fragrance of spring
In April, my broken rib gradually healed.
Pain is associated with spring.
Carrying the ancestral teachings, I am like an empty cup.
Sitting in the rain with biting pain.
Intentionally or unintentionally rewritten
phylogenetic tree
In April, after the storm.
The sunshine blooms a flower.
Dust, flying on the secular road.
Finally in a corner.
Fall down, lie down
8. Qingming rain
It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. I can't see the restless soul walking.
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.
9. Love in Tomb-Sweeping Day
Author: Eleven degrees cold
Nostalgia in Tomb-Sweeping Day
A rain in Mao Mao,
Quietly woven into a net stuck in my heart,
Lock my deep attachment.
Grandma's smile
Just around the corner.
I open my palm,
Release a paper crane.
It contains my 10 million wishes.
Fly into the lush spring,
Fly to the sea of flowers where rape flowers are in full bloom.
The way to my hometown,
It's far.
10, "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain"
Author: clumsy penguin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
In the name of Qingming
Showers since the Zhou Dynasty.
Ode to Yuanming in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties
hand down from generation to generation
Poetry and songs leave traces.
Let it become a folk customs garden
Irrigation basin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a field.
timely rain
Small trees in spring-one after another
Be bathed by it
Bud green
hand down from generation to generation
Pour into the fields of thousands of families
Mothproof and anticorrosion
Soak out fine varieties of grain.
Waiting for the spring breeze to enlighten us.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
Bundles of white chrysanthemums are dragging.
The melancholy of rain
One soul after another is crying on the branch.
play for time
Going back in time takes us back to the past.
Step on the ground of broken silver
We turn around with time.
Look at one's relatives
The rain in my eyes fell on the ground.
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