Worship the new grave during the Qingming Festival, and the loving mother sleeps and forgets herself. ?

Parents belong to cranes, and yin and yang are separated. ?

Pay equal attention to kindness and prestige, have strict family training, and share joys and sorrows with children and grandchildren. ?

I can't stop thinking about it. Two lines of tears. Thank you.

2. "Qingming Lyric"?

Looking at the graveyard in my hometown, my tears swept away. ?

My heart flew to Hu Die with Hongyan, and my tears stained the cuckoo in Guanshan. ?

Miss the old times, miss being online, and still miss sitting in front of the screen. ?

Life twists and turns must be diligent, and the sunset glow comforts Jiuquan. ?

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day?

Knowing from a distance that my brother worships the new grave, Qi Xin in a different place is also fascinating. ?

Birds of a feather flock together, people flock together, and everyone can't live without their ancestors. ?

Qingming sacrifices conform to the environment and care for the descendants. ?

Mourning, mourning and comfort, full of tears and deep gratitude.

4. Qingming?

A thousand fires are cold and willow smoke is light, but the road is clear but affectionate; ?

The faint crows in Gansu can't stop, and it's hard for people to get drunk. ?

The son pushes three knives to cut the meat, and the high-impedance seeks the monument. ?

Nightmare dust everyone wants to wake up, and spring is clear.

5. "Sacrificing Father Jade Case"?

The countryside is cold and blue, and where to go, lonely. ?

The snow is freezing and worrying about two places, swallowing a little, flying my knuckles and playing new songs. ?

Heaven and earth are still not found, and the world is cold. ?

I was anxious to be flashy, and I didn't offer sacrifices to my family. I sobbed blankly and bowed to the full moon from time to time.

6. Qingming?

I have been away from my hometown for several years, but there has never been a sacrifice of weeds. ?

Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle. ?

Looking at my hometown in the north, I am devout and my father is naturalized in the west. ?

Where the black butterfly flies, the sound of training children outside is blurred.

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