The original poem Qingming

Tomb-Sweeping Day (Instant Original)

People on the road are in a hurry, men, women and children.

Carrying a burden, hanging floating flat paper.

Wandering in groups in the barren hills.

So on the grave of every hill

They are all flying with shouting paper sticks.

fly

Missing each other between yin and yang

One day every year.

Families are reunited in all directions.

There is no festive joy.

There is no feast.

No singing or dancing.

Only a heavy heart.

How many living people did Qingming carry?

The first is the feelings for the dead.

A glass of sake has several columns of light fragrance.

Precipitated the care of the family

If the survivor is among the dead, it disappears.

The same blood is still flowing.

It is so deep red and thick.

Written in Tomb-Sweeping Day on April 4, 20 12.