Qingming has arrived.
Gently holding the shoulders and arms of Spring and holding the waist of Wind, Spring Breeze and I happily went for an outing. Sitting in Shan Ye's arms, I am not as calm as Liu Xiahui, enjoying the enthusiasm of the ladies. Pulling the treetops and touching the forehead is really a different feeling. Spring has really come.
Brought all over the mountains, followed by lush, I walked in the memory of the years. Tired, leaning on the phenomenon of spring, tired, pulling the skirt of the wind to entertain, picking a small yellow flower in the palm of your hand and enjoying the beautiful scenery of spring. I can't help thinking of my distant lover. Run away with my love and your heartbeat.
We crossed the crescent moon to swing, go for an outing, get out of the fantastic romantic night and jump into the charming artistic conception in the nap.
It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
The Qingming rain has never stopped, not one minute earlier, not one minute later when the wind just started. When it rains, it rains bit by bit. Like the tears of old friends, but also like their complaints, dripping into the heart. I knew some of them, so I packed my bags and went back the same way.
Another year of Qingming
Another year, Tomb-Sweeping Day came to the revolutionary ancestors, with cold graves everywhere and revolutionary blood burning underground. Tears point to paper, a fire in front of the grave, like the blood of revolutionary ancestors.
Use your life to die with the enemy, a pile of loess weeds, although slowly disappearing, but your heroic deeds are a glorious history that will never be erased. I miss you with incense, but I can only catch a wisp of smoke. We revolutionary ancestors are all a fire that will never go out.