Ancient schools:
Qingming cold wind blows into the sky.
It's hard to say that rain and tears hurt
I wonder if the old man can go.
I feel that I am mourning for the sky at this moment.
Modernism:
Let me kiss your forehead again, just like you kissed me.
Let me hug your body again, just as you hugged me.
Gently, you're gone, and it's stormy.
Silently left, disheartened.
Like a bolt from the blue, at a loss.
It's like capsizing in the sea, which hurts me.
It's gray, and my tears are falling.
It's raining and my heart is broken.
Dear * * (which elder), have a good trip.
Dear * *, have a safe trip.
You are not lonely, not lonely, with my prayers, don't miss me, just like, I am by your side.
Text: It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Cowboy, is there a bar anywhere?
A cowherd pointed to a small bed in the apricot blossom.
When this Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, he thought of my * *, originally thinking of going back to his hometown to play poker and volleyball with him this year. But now, I have completely lost contact with him, so I will write an article when I am in Tomb-Sweeping Day, which is also a kind of mourning and respect for my elders.
I don't know whether he is drinking nectar and enjoying a pool of lotus flowers in heaven now, but I know his deep affection for those who can't bear to leave. The bumps along the way, the oblique wind and drizzle of life, all wet my memory of * * ......
He has been nagging me countless times and won't let me be wronged, but I am too noisy again and again. But now, I ...
I always sigh, "If only * * were still alive. Even if you can hear the long-lost snoring. "
I still remember my heartache when I heard the news, because I lost an elder, because of his tortuous life, because of his ups and downs, because of his unfairness; Fate seems to be cruel, tormenting my mood, but it is not because of deep love that I have no loss or pain. .....
He will never see my face again, nor will he feel my pain.
I also thought that as long as he is alive, I don't blame him, and I don't blame him. There are too many shortcomings in life, and the missing life itself is a kind of beauty.
My family is sobbing in a low voice. I am also in tears, but I can't say * *. I also know all his sufferings and pains. I know him, I can tolerate everything about him and understand everything about him. ......
Now, another Tomb-Sweeping Day, I hold a handful of loess in memory of my dear * *.