Text/Meng Zehui The fifth day of the third lunar month in the Renyin year
The beginning of spring dominates the four seasons. After the tender bathing of rain, the awakening of hibernation and the waving of flags and shouts, the warm soothing of the vernal equinox, in the pain of beauty, Childbirth brings out the clarity of light sadness. The bone-chilling breeze whistled and swayed, without the slightest element of chanting, only miserable and low whimpering. The breeze brings sorrow, and tears flow first when you want to speak. Sorrow and concern are always the themes of Qingming.
Qingming is the only solar term among all solar terms that has evolved into a festival. Since there is a blend of festivals and weather, there is an inseparable lingering of emotions and scenes. The rain on the Qingming Festival exudes a sense of desolation; the scenery on the Qingming Festival outlines the gloomy depression. Qingming has been a day to pay homage to ancestors since ancient times, and the rain is used as tears, and the sorrow is sprinkled all over the ground...
I devoutly look forward to the day of Qingming, when the surrounding fields will be shrouded tightly by thick clouds, and people will watch. The drizzle arrives as scheduled, and mixed with the smell of rain and mist, it can bring out the melancholy artistic conception of the Qingming Festival, and it is easier for people to create a melancholy mood to remember or pay homage to their old friends.
I am a nearly seventy-year-old person, and my emotions are as fragile as paper. As the Qingming Festival approaches, my heart aches, and it becomes even worse when it rains. Either graffiti a memorial text and recite it silently, or fold some yellow frames and burn them on the cross streets. The mournful and choking sounds convey my infinite sorrow, and the wisps of soot carry away the accumulated sadness. It seems that only in this way can the sorrow and sadness in my heart be relieved.
For generations of people, simple feelings have gradually become a custom. After their loved ones leave, they are haunted by dreams, wake up in the middle of the night and feel deeply melancholy. They wipe their tears and soak their towels to wait for the dawn, looking forward to the coming of the Qingming Festival, grabbing a wisp of the breeze, and picking up the details. With a handful of rain, you can pay homage, remember, or even repent...
During the Qingming Festival, the earth is filled with the tender green of early spring, the desolation of winter gradually disappears, and the distant mountains and plains are soaked in fresh mist. I hope the people paying homage at the tomb will be accompanied by the beautiful scenery and not be sad or even burst into tears. The sadness at this time is beautiful.
The grass is luxuriant and the drizzle is falling. I hold a handful of loess and sprinkle it gently on the grave. It is my endless longing. I light a stick of heart-incense and it curls up into the sky to tell my endless thoughts. sad. The blue sky and white clouds are like flags, and the willow branches are swaying in the wind. My relatives and friends far away in heaven, how are you?
This person has passed away, and the living is gone. On this Qingming Festival, light a heart lamp to illuminate the way to heaven, so that the old friends in heaven will no longer be lonely. May the deceased relatives rest in peace! Pray for our departed friends! Let me write this tearful memorial, and ask the spring breeze to carry the fragrance of field flowers to heaven!
Burning incense turns into paper and sheds thousands of tears,
The separation between yin and yang hurts the heart.
The drizzle in the street is all over the sky,
The lonely tomb in the wilderness is desolate.