Looking for childhood memories
Raindrop imprint's wet poems
The soul outlet is full of sadness.
A serious road winds its way into the heart.
Correct the pain of parting, misty rain.
Eliminate familiar traces
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Watching day and night.
Polish the memory of lost years.
Father's arm is against the wind and rain, and now
Grow into a rolling forest
Mother never tired of persuasion and became
Bright tears at the tip of the blade
Qingming, only a beautiful drizzle drops.
You can express your gratitude to your parents who have traveled far away.
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The grave is greeted by swaying wormwood.
Get close to the soul and convert
Spring thunder sounded a voice, calling
Sleep in parents' sleep.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, rain is sad and pitiful.
Peach blossoms are evacuated, and willows are sad.
Worship is cold in spring. confused
Pick up the lost part of the world and wash it.
As good as The Legend of the New Family.