Swallows say that warblers deliver letters, and after the spring breeze, it is clear and affectionate. Tomb-Sweeping Day is the most beautiful festival among the 24 solar terms. In this breathtaking season, there are bright skies, fresh air and beautifully decorated fields. There are apricot rain with wet clothes, willow wind with cold blowing face, quiet and moist green trees, bamboo huts and strong men with plowshares and plowshares on their shoulders.
Qingming is the time when people in the city go out for a walk. In the suburban breeze, paper money and firecrackers are everywhere. Men and women, handsome guys and beautiful girls carry delicious food and wine, and after mourning for their ancestors, they drink and punch in the flowers or play among the green grass and mangroves. While enjoying the rural scenery, they unconsciously become a gorgeous scenery that the country people can't get enough of.
The lucid dream is especially sweet, and the boundless spring tide is wrapped in the fragrance of flowers and trees and the exquisite scenery of rural landscape, which keeps rolling in people's dreams. Although a naughty wind pushed open the window in the middle of the night, forcibly sending frogs into the house, and washing the remaining poetic feelings of the dreamer, there was also a warm rain that quietly called out a street of flower umbrellas, quietly rendering a heart-shaking light ink painting in the long skirt hair, for your plump and skinny eyes.
along the mountain road and Huaxi, sweet and beautiful cuckoos burst through the air. The long heart melody that hides me in my heart and is soft, hot, cut constantly and confused sings sincerely and heartily. Standing in the sky, bathed in the rolling spring tide, looking at the distant Taobo wheat waves, green trees and yellow flowers and the invisible hometown beyond the mountain, I suddenly burst into tears. At this time, the smoke may be curling up on the tile house beside the stone bridge on the other side of the mountain, and the kind mother may be leaning on the palm tree and looking at me; The diligent younger brother may be urging the ox I once grazed to work nervously in the field. I really want to rent a helicopter and go back to help my younger brother with some plows at once. I'm really afraid that the cuckoo sound will break my mother's heart.
during the Qingming festival, all kinds of plants and trees are growing, and at the same time, all kinds of thoughts are growing. Many people regard Tomb-Sweeping Day as a bottle of fine wine and throw the empty bottle into the wind after drinking it. However, I boiled Tomb-Sweeping Day into a bitter dose of Chinese medicine, and drank a few mouthfuls from time to time. At the time of homesickness, it not only made the soul of the rooted homeland spotless, but also "changed with the world, sent the sun and the moon" in the downtown area where materialism was raining and the world of mortals was rolling. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it rains all night, pear blossoms are everywhere and kites are everywhere. Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, there are many people who return to nature, and all the way to the secluded trees and the winding waters of the jungle, accompanied by colorful butterflies to fly freely. While releasing their feelings, they also explored the sadness of nature. Because the water in Tomb-Sweeping Day is not as pure as it is every year, the air is not as fresh as it is every year, and the flowers and plants are not as beautiful as they are every year ...
The cuckoo sounds mournful and the frogs sound piercing, and during the Qingming Festival, there are rains and tears.