2. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and spring returns to the old and absorbs the new. Spring blossoms, everything recovers, the weather is fine, and I travel to full of green in spring. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, we planted melons and beans, planted trees and buried graves to pay homage, never forgetting that our ancestors enjoyed themselves before returning.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day, Tomb-Sweeping Day, ancestors of Myanmar, filial piety, traditional days, unforgettable, made by Qi Xin, family sacrifice; Qingming Festival is coming. Let's go for an outing, have an outing, play together and get together with friends. I wish you happiness, I wish you happiness!
4. The wind and sand lock the sun all over the sky, and I am alone in Yun Ge Pavilion. I want to hold the jade wrist with Whitehead, which is heartbreaking! Pavilion, this is the second poem you sent me-Love Sadness!
5. The wind and sand lock the sun all over the sky, and I am alone in Yun Ge Pavilion. I want to hold the jade wrist with Whitehead, which is heartbreaking! Pavilion, this is the second poem you sent me-Love Sadness!
6. A short message of 10 cent contains a single-minded blessing, a single-minded love and a single-minded sincerity. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and I send my most sincere wishes for your happiness and health every day.
In the vast world, the possibility of two people meeting is one in ten million, the possibility of becoming friends is one in two hundred million, and the possibility of becoming lifelong partners is only one in five billion.
On a wet rainy day, you propped up a rainless sky for me. I am your windbreaker, umbrella and lightning rod rain or shine, and we meet without regrets!
9. Lonely in excitement, lively in loneliness. The feeling of missing you is to drink a cup of coffee with wine. Will you miss me?
10. Wandering alone in the network, one-liners come into view. How can there be a lover who tells the story of Qian Qian? Looking for it, everything in the world is doomed.
1 1. There is always a constant waiting in a daze, an eternal expectation in the evening breeze, a lonely figure when I am lonely, and tears when I miss you.
12. The dead are long gone, but the living are always sad! The voice, face and smile are vivid in my mind, and the teachings are still in my ears, but the guests are rushing to the end of the world and reading thousands of miles of lonely graves.