Tomb-Sweeping Day's seven poems about missing his old friend.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's seven lines of missing his deceased relatives are as follows:

1, Qingming (1) Ru Yan chicks look forward to the sun, and pear flower falls is Qingming. The cold from south to north warmed up, and the rain from west to east fell and cleared up. One after another, the pines bloom, and the graves of every family are full of sorrow. He saw the seedlings grow into dragons and the garden fields were plowed.

2, Qingming (2) bid farewell to the cold and send away the winter, Qingming everything is sunny. Miss relatives and add new soil to the grave, miss Zu Er's filial piety. Paper burns in the wind, fragments fly and the moon falls. Every year, I pray for candles and incense offerings, and my dreams are full of tears and worship Yan Ci.

3, Qingming (3) Nine flowers are in full bloom and a hundred grains are born, and the rain falls on the farmer. The primary water in the suburbs is floating, and the lake is pollution-free. Butterflies meet the wings of Sanchun and burst into tears overnight. Who doesn't love the beauty of sunshine, the horses and chariots are still beginning to understand.

4. mourning; The kindness of parenting is as heavy as a mountain, and it is difficult to sleep for a long time and think of my parents. The family is burdened with thousands of miles, and the cart of the Anti-Japanese War crosses a hundred rivers. Reggie is a vast book, and the plains are used as paper for writing farmland. When the candle burns out and the wind blows away, it is endless sadness and tears.

5, remember big brother; Before liberation, I worked as a tenant farmer and wore cow clothes all my life. There is no loss in the four miles of the long village, and there is a bark in the middle of the night. Seven products old qi tendons have been broken, heavy arms are difficult to lift. Xiangjiang regrets coming back late, and this regret is endless.

6. "The Fairy Clouds on the Bridge" was also written to Mr. Lao He; Farewell to Hongshan, a few degrees tonight, near Qingming time. And the dream of going to the hometown of poetry, I'm scared. Cherry blossoms attract visitors, and Chi Ting is drunk, visiting relatives and friends for several days. I intend to go to Wuyuan Spring again, miss my hometown and linger in Jiangyou.