1, "May 4th Odd: Tomb-Sweeping Day"
In spring, cold food swings clouds, red apricots bloom, and ancestors are sacrificed first. The fragrance enters the eyebrows and has a shadow, and the tears turn the soul into a crane. I can't find a place to cry. I want to ask you in the clear spring. Who knows not to say a word? At this time, heartbroken hate leaving people. Light smoke goes around Lingshan West, and it is difficult to return from now on. Lying and watching the wind and flowers shed tears and rain, one branch breaks and one branch is sad.
When the east wind listens to the peach rain, flowers bloom and a tree is red. This scene is a glass of wine, a sacrifice, and I miss my family in my heart. In spring, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day again, and it flies for nine days. I gradually felt sad, listening to the crane, and the voice reached my heart through my ears.
2. Tomb-Sweeping Day
It's hard to miss you, but hard to see you. A piece of ice heart sends a jade letter, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain, and it gets colder every night. It's hard to move forward, and it's hard to move backwards. Why is this situation so embarrassing? Things have changed, and it's hard to meet each other.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Like smoke, spring rain is always affectionate, and a song sounds different. With a sad heart, I patrol the ancient road, and I am fascinated by the fairy wind. However, thanks a thousand times, mesons never die. After a thousand years of dust, how many people can be so clear?
4. "May 4th Must: Tomb-Sweeping Day"
In spring, cold food swings clouds, red apricots bloom, and ancestors are sacrificed first. The fragrance enters the eyebrows and has a shadow, and the tears turn the soul into a crane. I can't find a place to cry. I want to ask you in the clear spring. Who knows not to say a word? At this time, heartbroken hate leaving people. Light smoke goes around Lingshan West, and it is difficult to return from now on.
Lying and watching the wind and flowers shed tears and rain, one branch breaks and one branch is sad. Fourth, the east wind listens to the peach rain, which is a red flower. This scene is a glass of wine, a sacrifice, and I miss my family in my heart. Fifth, spring is Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it flies for nine days. I gradually felt sad, listening to the crane, and the voice reached my heart through my ears.
5. Qingming?
It's hard to miss you, but hard to see you. A piece of ice heart sends a jade letter, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain, and it gets colder every night. It's hard to move forward, and it's hard to move backwards. Why is this situation so embarrassing? Things have changed, and it's hard to meet each other.