1. Tomb-sweeping Day sacrifices in other years, and Tomb-Sweeping Festival in other years.

2. One Qing Dynasty, one Ming Dynasty and one season, one left and one left on West Street.

3. When everything in the world begins to become quiet and bright, you will know what kind of grass this bud will become.

4. It coincides with the Qingming Festival and the peach blossoms are thick, and the spring equinox fills the city and county with flowers.

5. The fluttering white clothes before have become the waste in my heart over time.

6. The deceased is like this, but what qualifications do you have to expect your protection?

7. Nothing will be left after death. Only by living well can you have the hope of success.

8. Gathering and dispersing are impermanent, and the withered leaves know when the flowers will bloom; life and death have their destiny, and the withered and the prosperous will eventually be the root of the priest.

9. Those who have passed away, please say good to them, and those who are still alive, please say good to them. It’s the Tomb Sweeping Festival again.

10. If the old love is gone and separated, you will be distracted by the present and recall the past. Once the soup is drunk, it will be discarded at an early age, and there will be no grudges or delusions.

11. There are so many helpless things in this world and so many dreams in this mortal world. It is sad that the golden year has not come to an end, half of the city is misty and rainy and half of the city is filled with graves.

12. Qingming Festival - the fallen leaves return to their roots. Gathering and dispersing are impermanent, and the withered leaves know when the flowers will bloom; life and death are destined, and the withered and the prosperous will eventually become the priests.

13. If you have a caring heart, cherish human relationships, and care for every plant and tree, social development and even the Qingming Festival around the world will be more promising.

14. Empty building. The green tiles and white walls are deserted, and no white smoke can be seen rising from the walls. If you know that there is no cooking day for cold food, the half-day festival of Qingming Festival is busy.

15. It is not too difficult to live well, but it is difficult to live contentedly. It is very easy to die, but it is difficult to die willingly. The beauty's body is in a dilemma.

16. The pear blossoms are blooming, the sky is gradually clearing, and students are patrolling the streets as they go out of the city. It’s still early in the spring when the drizzle comes. Don’t let passers-by forget the Tomb-Sweeping Day.

17. The sky is full of sulfur, the rain is falling, the clouds are falling, who says that the most beautiful person is April? The piano strings made my heart feel desolate, and the paper-gray butterflies fell into the grave of thoughts one after another.

18. There is no rain during the Qingming Festival. I drink a cup of expired strong tea together. Bitter as if it were sketching. The day you leave. When I was drunk next to your coffin. of downfall.

19. All people who enter the mountains will become mountain people. It's not that they don't like their daily lives, but that they miss the mountain. When dealing with others, you must not be ungrateful.

20. In this long relationship, you eventually became a passer-by in my life. You ask "Do you still like me?" I answer "I'm waiting for the next passer-by in my life..."

21. On the Qingming rain, I wear my clothes and pick chrysanthemums, and I express my gratitude in front of the tomb. Tears accompany the snow, longing for the departed child, and blessing the present child. The wind accompanies the rapeseed, bringing my best wishes. Today next year, the flowers in front of the grave will be in full bloom, and the Qingming Festival will be sunny.

22. The light breeze dances on the ripples, the setting sun plays in the center of the river, and the gold ripples all over the ground. The weeping willows are brushing the spring embankment, urging tourists to wake up. The drizzle kisses the face, the breeze blows, and a small amount blows into the heart. When there is no leisure time under the scorching sun, the wind and rain are blowing to make Qingming Festival

23. Youth Tour · Qingming Festival. At the beginning of the Qingming Dynasty, the rain is green and the grass is happy, and the soul is broken and the flute is pitiful. The ancient carvings are rusty, the phoenix is ??filling the sky, and the green vines are wrapped around the beams. I also swept the tombs with flying flowers, and danced drunkenly in the spring. It's hard to start a fire, and there's not enough cold food to eat, so I have to offer a glass of wine to my ancestors.

24. Qingming Festival. The moon is white and lonely, and I am alone in guarding the old border town. The noisy Jia sounds heavy with spring music, which is suspected to be the sound of the liver and intestines breaking. The silver armor is dark in the rain, and Qin Sai is startled by the wind. The flying flowers arrive quietly and are indeed light in the palm of your hand. The fragrant fragrance is lingering and the blood attacks, and only a few people stop fighting. Remember me, Chang'an Road, there is no solitary tomb in thousands of miles.

25. "Qing Dynasty Song" - records the national mourning in March of the Jiawu Year. On this occasion, I wrote this book as a sacrifice to express my remaining thoughts. I send my sorrowful ink to the heaven, but I can only cry in my dreams. The wind and smoke of mourning have just passed by, and I hope my tears will be shed lightly. At the end of the year, the sword fell, and all the letters were written on An Yan. The soul returns and throws away Jie's misfortunes, and the crane travels to the top of the mountain.

26. One day, everyone will be buried. No matter how bright the fireworks on the grave are, they will lose their luster. Without them, there will be no room for salvation. If it is really pious, when will it not be? Qingming Festival? No one needs to understand, no need to make noise, no need to disturb the burial, why Qingming Festival?

27. There are more wind and rain, and the moss is green and swaying. On the Qingming day, I pity the few flowers blowing in Nanyuan. Looking at the thorn trees with all their dyes, they all regret that the orioles have not yet crowed, and the spring crop has been delayed for another year. In ten years, the hair on my temples has been reduced, and my books have been sparse for thousands of miles. I am extremely sad and have nothing to say, so how sad it is! The love of Tianya, who will send poems to Xinhai when I grow old? Sighing that there is no trace of sorrow, I protect my old friends and try on my spring clothes. The children laugh in front of the lamp, and the willow flowers fly outside the house.

28. I don’t just need to learn to be a white disk to bring out the happy tone of worldly affairs, I also need to learn to be an Aquarius. Even if there is nothing, I can flow fragrance into nothingness and release it. To express the essence of the song, I want to have the heart of a person alone in a group, and to have the love of a group when alone. I want the clouds in the clear sky and the water market in the bottle, so unrestrained, and enjoy the eternal Qingming Festival.

29. On Tomb Sweeping Day, the rain comes in Suzhou... I sit quietly at home all day long, but my heart falls on a certain point in Fuzhou... I have never missed lovesickness in my life, so I only think about it, which is harmful to lovesickness. Fortunately, thousands of miles apart, I have your voice to accompany my ears, which suddenly eases the pain of lovesickness... The first time we talked in a eloquent way, we talked about the pain in the south of the Yangtze River, recalling the childhood friendship, and the sadness at that time. In a dramatic tone, he lamented that he was tired of being infatuated, and he had three feet of blood to entrust his concubine, and he changed his career to the emperor and his official luck. Unauthorized by: ucca girl from station b

30. Xie Chichunman’s small courtyard is lightly raining, and the smoke is clearing, and the sandalwood temple. Red yeast azaleas are singing, white bamboo shoots and pear blossoms are blooming. The sound of the bell attracts the soul curtain, and the wind sings the surrounding paper. On the Qingming Festival, travelers burst into tears. The widow is here, the sky is facing the flying clouds and the water. The beautiful bones of rivers and mountains are like dreams and forgotten history. There is a charming country and a charming city in Zimo, and a young master in the loess layer. If you don't have deep love for yourself, it means you have no chance. The floating dust settles and the years pass. Not as good as flowers, the branches will be fragrant in the future.

31. The wind and rain come at night and I sleep in my dreams, and it’s the same Tomb-Sweeping Festival of the same year. It seems like it was yesterday, the voice and appearance are wandering in the shadow of dreams! . The wind and rain are still blowing, and they pass away quietly without a trace. When did the tears freeze in front of the monument? The call of intimacy is cherished and never forgotten. Ruyan is still remembering, and her heart is like a double mesh. The road is sometimes bitter and sometimes sweet, and the heart is also sad and happy, allowing sadness to flow unbridled. Human feelings are like paper, only to know how cold they are! . Today I am a sacrifice sweeper, but when will I be a tomb attendant someday? Feng Qingge's heart is broken.

32. The Qingming Festival is full of autumn breeze and dense drizzle. The branches and leaves are rustling in the autumn wind, and the stars are misty. The peach blossoms are sparse and the fallen trees are rustling. The cicadas are chirping and the shadows of the trees are flickering. The bright moon is shining brightly, hunting in white clothes. The grass is green and there is new beauty on the grave. But I hope my old friends will be safe every year. Even in this life, I cannot see it year after year. This heart is sincere and will not change for a long time. Unexpectedly, the layer of brown and loess soil. Between Yang and Yin, there is a gap between Yang and Yin. I think about it often and find it hard to sleep with worry. It's Tomb Sweeping Day again, and I'm in a very sad situation. Drinking a glass of wine makes you feel sore.

33. In the twenty-third year of the Ming Dynasty, the people of Zhenghe County were pleased with the city, but in the state of Kecheng, the court wanted to restore the Su city, but the owner of the Su city had no one. When the court wanted to attack Su City, the city lord was furious and wanted to beg the court for a lesson. In the twenty-fifth year of the Ming Dynasty, the lord of Su City was injured by thieves and died of poison. The army entered Su City, burned, slaughtered, looted, and seized the women of the people. In one night, Su City, a land of plain flowers and beautiful scenery, was reduced to a dead city. Outside Su City, a man in black robes and his three daughters saw with their own eyes that the people of Su City were reduced to slaves and fell into the dead city, their eyes were dull. His third daughter is the lord of Su City, named Qianluo, Xingxiao, Qingming Festival. In the thirty-fourth year of the Ming Dynasty, the lord of Suzhou City, Qingming, robbed the crown prince and returned to Suzhou, where he became famous instantly. Suzhou, where the people were originally harmonious and never publicized, suddenly became a good gossip.