First, "Qingming":
1, children who grew up in the smoke of straw, knocked on the keyboard of the city, and sad tears dripped down and soaked the peach blossoms on the screen. Today last year, the white-haired grandmother was still waiting by the door. Today this year, the tombstone is covered with silent moss. In the apricot blossom rain, you can worship the celestial spirit independently. Grandma, you can see the ethereal fragrance burning in your granddaughter's heart, and you can feel her heartache of losing you.
I know I could see you even if I took the slowest train home. Even the fastest plane can't let you have a look now. I can't go to your grave and offer a bunch of flowers. I know, I know you don't care about this. What you care about is blood and affection.
Second, the Qingming rain:
1, those silk threads are woven with sadness. Uneasy souls move around, and I can't see the black sleep. At dusk, everyone lives here, and a batch of rain tears.
2, worship with wine, destroy the solemnity of incense, let ancestors come in, throw away the water-deficient thunder and lightning, don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, think about it, it will rain in Qingming.
Third, "Until Another Tomb-Sweeping Day":
1, sunshine or rainy season, flowers or body temperature, missing or tears, deep smile, pass on love to distant places. Until another kind of attachment, companionship or whispering, standing or facing, remembering or undertaking.
2. Smiling road, yearning for life. Fly or surpass, walk or run, rotate or follow, look back and smile, and pour out past dreams.