Tomb-Sweeping Day's Modern Poems for Parents Part I: That day, the sky cried and it rained.
I also cry and miss my father in heaven.
Father bent down, in heaven.
Whether there is spring, the hope of your life.
Rake the field, fertilize, sow and raise seedlings.
This is what my father must do in spring. Four courses.
It's delicious and delicious, and then it's harvested.
Father invited spring rain and sunshine to accompany him.
Fall asleep in summer ...
When Qingming comes, I bow down to my father in the rain.
Worms don't talk, birds don't sing.
Light incense wax, set off firecrackers and pray for my father.
The kingdom of heaven has a good marriage and is no longer lonely.
Bless our peaceful and bright future.
Pray for children and grandchildren to be full, filial and healthy.
Breeze in the distance, please slow down.
Never awaken my father's dream in heaven.
Smoothing his bent back.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems of Modern Parents Part II: Rain
The cold wind blew gently.
I came to your grave again.
Wash your tombstone with a pot of water.
I just want to be with you quietly like this.
Don't travel through the years
Your back is disappearing.
My face is getting old.
Memories are getting clearer and clearer.
Kindness is like this, and harshness is better than him.
A few strands of sandalwood, bow down.
Past events
Leave only beauty.
I left quietly.
When I came quietly.
Don't look back at you who left the west.
Take away all the sadness
I'm already in my heart
Build a grave for you
Lonely time
Warm a pot of cloudy wine.
Talk to you and put your sadness behind you.
Modern parents Tomb-Sweeping Day's poem III: Chu Xiao outside the window
Rizhao west bridge
Rape flowers shake and shake.
Write melancholy
Put pen to paper panic
Drive home
Qingming lewd rain
Rain flowers fly down
Kneeling in front of the grave with broken knees
Recall that my father likes reading stories.
Singing old songs, relatives and friends crowded the room.
I cherish my father's loneliness and lack of reading.
But it is difficult to send your children to school.
Today's children have grown into forests.
Unfortunately, my father never enjoyed happiness.
Complain about the injustice of heaven
The injustice of the earth
Sigh, sadness
The spring breeze blows wildly.
The spring rain moistened the eyes.
Read Lanpan Guitang.
I am most afraid of not feeling tears.
It's sunny and rainy again.
Fold the chrysanthemum and give it to you.
Sing your favorite song gently.
Break Conan's dream of soul