The modern poems about Qingming Festival are as follows:
1. "Qingming" article/Lumberjack.
One year, and one year after another, some rough things are grinding away, shortening those longings.
The shortcomings come inadvertently, and the loess comes inadvertently, separating life or death.
Then, in the dust, a monument will be built, and the monument will be covered with dust.
Dust will be covered with dust again, until we finally can’t dig anymore.
Any shovelful of new soil can no longer be covered with thick dust in one day.
2. "Qingming Festival" article/Tamarisk in Shule River.
Feeling a bit desolate, the piccolo blows horizontally and the morinouqur plays.
The hustle and bustle of the city cannot hide the yearning for the desert. The changing of things and people evokes the dreams of the past.
I believe that the deceased relatives are still peaceful, because longing is the immortal power of blood!
Beyond the wind and sand, three thousand miles of melancholy, the affection captured by words will flow endlessly, and you will be as pious as me.
I feel a bit desolate, the sound of the flute is released continuously in the night,
The prosperity of the city cannot hide my thoughts about you, and the mood as light as a chrysanthemum is just a faint fragrance.
I believe that the deceased relatives are still peaceful, because longing is the immortal power of blood!
The desert of the Western Region is three thousand miles long.
The affection captured in words will flow endlessly, and you will be as pious as me.
Life and death represent the collision between the past and reality, the reincarnation of day and night,
It has become an indispensable hope in life, because longing is the immortal power of blood!
3. Qingming Modern Poetry (Anonymous).
The flowers are blooming on the green branches, and the Qingming family festival is dark and sad.
Mother’s kindness and father’s love are always there, and the ancestral virtues and traditions are passed down from generation to generation.
I shed tears in front of the monument and sold old wine, and burned incense in the wild to turn money into ghosts.
This life is difficult and lovesickness is painful, but in the next life, we will still seek kinship.