Between a year and a year, some rough things are grinding, which shortens those thoughts.
Shorten the coming inadvertently, and inadvertently go to the loess, where will you go.
Then, in the dust, build a monument, and the monument will be covered with dust.
Dust will be covered with dust again until it can't be dug at last.
No shovel of new soil can cover another day of thick dust.
2. Text of Tomb-Sweeping Day/Liu Hong of Shule River
Feeling a little desolate, piccolo played in Ma Touqin,
The noise of the city can't hide the yearning for the desert, and things are just old dreams that people can't arouse.
I believe that the deceased relatives are still safe, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
There will be an endless stream of feelings captured by words, and you will be as pious as me.
I feel a little bleak, and the flute is constantly released at night.
The prosperity of the city can't hide my thoughts of you, and the mood as light as chrysanthemum is just a faint fragrance.
I believe that the deceased relatives are still safe, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
The desert in the western regions is 3,000 miles long.
The affection captured by words will be endless, and you will be as pious as me.
Life and death represent the collision between the past and reality, the cycle of day and night,
It has become an indispensable hope in life, because missing is an immortal force in the blood!
3. Qingming Modern Poetry (Anonymous)
The flowers on the green branches are blooming, and the Qingming family sacrifice is dark and sad.
The love of mother and father has always been there, and the tradition of ancestors has been passed down from generation to generation.
Selling old wine in front of the monument with tears, burning incense in the wild and turning money.
It's hard to see each other in this life, and the afterlife is also a feeling of flesh and blood.
On Tomb-Sweeping Day s Ancient Poems;
Qingming Festival
Wang Yucheng [Song Dynasty]
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
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Tomb-Sweeping Day has no flowers and wine, just like a monk in a temple in Shan Ye.
Yesterday, I asked my neighbor for a new stove. At dawn, I lit a lamp at the window and sat down to study.