Modern Poems by Qingming Chang 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day in Memory of Mother
A white towel.
Sweep the dust off the tombstone.
A bunch of silk flower.
Sad for my mother.
Light a wick.
Tell my mother my parting words.
North in April
The unfrozen ice and snow remained in the cemetery.
The spring breeze is still cold
Tears in the eyes
Feel salty
Standing in front of the tombstone
Mother's smile, soft eyes
A heat wave hit my heart.
Your advice
Into a set of wind chimes
Sweet and moist soul
I have been growing up with my children.
Time has carved the scenery.
The climbing steps are irregular.
Climbing all the way to your arm
No matter how hard it is.
You always face it with a smile
It is windy today.
I know
That's what you charge your children.
Take good care of yourself.
You are still an umbrella for children.
Never left us.
Qingming Long Modern Poem 2 Grass by Qingjiang River
Lan ruo gives birth to chunyang
Who is the person I love deeply?
Infinite ideas
Recall the flowers in the garden
Who knows?
The poet gave birth to sighs.
Melancholy is entangled in tears.
Everyone says it's a miserable rainy season.
I just don't want to
loth
This is the beauty of rain.
revolt
Lan ruo gives birth to chunyang
You suddenly left.
There's nothing I can do.
Two of a kind turned into a cry of freezing rain.
Sticking together turned into blood-like sadness.
in the dark
Who is lonely?
Look up at the distant stars
Where are you in the boundless sky?
Father is far from sadness.
Only the cold moonlight
Almost frantically tied me tightly
I do.
loth
Unwilling to give up my sadness.
revolt
Lan ruo gives birth to chunyang
Infinite ideas
I don't know when I became one.
Unswerving faith
-Sorrow hangs over the sky
pass
Laughing, chasing, whispering
It became the valve of tears.
Everyone said it was sad and unforgettable.
I am very unhappy.
angry
Sad and beautiful poems are bloodthirsty.
in the dark
Who is lonely?
Look up at the distant stars
Missing has become a cold moonlight.
Like wind and rain.
Like tears and blood
They are all in Qingming
Ruthless memories
recall
get through
Joy of love
A sad whisper
Qingming Modern Poetry 3 "Drunk in Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Life is hard to get drunk.
Drunk in front of my parents' grave
Only in front of relatives
Only this kind of real drunkenness!
Usually I don't get drunk when I drink.
There is no reason to get drunk.
Expose yourself to your parents.
That sincerity is from the heart.
How many difficult things are there in life
How bitter and tired is life?
There's no need to tell anyone.
Only parents listen to you.
You need to pull yourself together when you're done.
Stand up after getting drunk.
Everything needs your own efforts.
Bring comfort to underground parents.