1, Chao Ge's Tomb-Sweeping Day. Qingming rain, soothing the lost figure, people's tears, this day can only be used as petals, dotted with sad scenery. At the beginning of spring, a new life is born. People who make life take off their clothes and miss them, turning them into lighted cigarettes. Smell the smell of spring, think about the smell of milk, think about breastfeeding mothers, maybe this is the beginning of remembering our old friends!
Tomb-Sweeping Day, those burnt patterns can fly to the right place, can be used as cakes to satisfy hunger and can be used as houses to live in. Smoke, on this day, is a long bridge
2, "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain" Author: clumsy penguin. Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain. In the name of Qingming, it began with bathing in the Zhou Dynasty, and it continued in order in the Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties. Poetry and songs leave traces of irrigation basins in folk gardens.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain. The saplings in spring are bathed by it, germinated and turned green, and passed down from generation to generation. They are poured into the fields of thousands of households to prevent moth and corrosion, and excellent varieties are soaked out, waiting for the enlightenment of the spring breeze.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain, with white chrysanthemums dragging, the melancholy of the rain, the soul crying in the branches, dragging time away, and the reverse time takes us back and tramples on the broken silver all over the ground. We turned around with time, looked at the person we loved, and the rain in our eyes fell to the ground.
3, "Tomb-Sweeping Day's grief" by Liu Bo Effie. There is no greater sacrifice than being remembered by all. Nothing is more noble than being remembered by the people forever! Your inscription is your great achievements engraved in the hearts of the people. Or ordinary things, because of the infiltration of your true feelings, are as bright as stars.
I sincerely touch the words condensed by your short but eternal life with my soul, and every time I touch my ignorant soul, it is like experiencing the baptism of rebirth; My conscience abandoned by desire is being punished and tortured. All white and elegant flowers will be clustered in front of your grave, which is the continuation of your elegance and the cohesion of your sound system.
All merciful hearts should be examined by you, even if mourning is hypocrisy, awe, and awe of humility in the face of nobility. Standing in front of your grave, I feel my heart is bleeding! Boundless sky, whose depravity made your glory accompany their depravity? Whose erosion made your elegance die for their sins?