First, during the Qingming Festival, Shan Ye was foggy and tears turned into homesick rain. Pray for the safety of the deceased and the happiness and health of the world. Wipe your tears at the kiss xiu to cheer you up. Thank you for your hard work. Inheriting the great development of the family business is not due to the wholehearted heart of the predecessor. If you make a fortune, God will see that you will make great achievements and have a beautiful home. Happy Tomb-Sweeping Day!
Second, every Qingming, pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken; Recalling my life, whispering in tears is always awkward; Missing, heaven and earth do not forget; Light a candle and your heart flies with the light smoke; Sincerely pray, the dead rest in peace.
Third, the Qingming misty rain is always charming, and pedestrians on the road are dim; Qingming always pays, I still remember smiling; Tender willows are always swaying, and warm words are unforgettable; Qingming Festival always remembers each other, and this life is irreplaceable. Qingming rumors, thinking like a breeze.
Four, lemon Tomb-Sweeping Day, holding flowers in front of the grave. The past is vivid in my mind, and the words of my loved ones are in my ears. I hate that heaven is blind and tears hurt people. I wish you a happy partner in heaven and pray for peace for your family!
5. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and people are eager to worship their ancestors. People are often crowded with tears. Burning smoke curled up, paper money flew, and the dead were far away. I hope everything is beautiful. When Tomb-Sweeping Day arrives, may friends worship their ancestors and filial piety, burn paper and incense to send their grief!
Sixth, the situation is deep and rainy, and the cemetery is clear. There is mourning for the dead, and two lines of clear tears keep flowing. A piece of paper money turns into a butterfly dancing and gives it to relatives as a gesture. I hope the kingdom of heaven is not far away, and love can listen!
Seven, Qingming remnant snow winter, flowers bloom in succession. Bees and butterflies are dancing among the flowers. The scenery is beautiful and spring is coming. Take the children for an outing and fly kites, which makes the family happy and smiling. Beautiful scenery, happy life is around. I wish you a clean and carefree life and a healthy and happy outing!
Eight, the sorrow of an old friend floats in the sky, and the tears of the world flow in the rain. Love and hate to worship ancestors first, and future generations will not forget to mourn. Heaven and earth are common, and both worlds are happy. The dead rest in peace and the world is happy, and they come from afar every year to see it.
Nine, wearing flowers, pinning endless grief in my heart; Burning a wisp of smoke, looking forward to warm years; Add a handful of loess and don't forget the deep affection of our ancestors; Take care of yourself, and may the dead be well forever.
Ten, the rain in the suburbs can't wash away the sadness in my heart, the bleak wind can't blow away the pain, the smoke in front of the grave can't tell the deep condolences, and the words on the tablet can't tell the missing of the unborn. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, may the dead rest in peace!
Eleven, the rain curtain is gray, and the Qingming period is sad. The cool breeze in the suburbs breaks people's intestines and chrysanthemums bloom everywhere. Grave-sweeping and ancestor worship with tears, sincere mourning to burn incense. Smoky, God bless the dead forever.
Twelve, the breeze and drizzle are like a heart, bringing flowers and paper into the ground. Looking back on the past and recalling that year, things have changed a lot. Tears can't be said under the rain, so I bow down and kowtow to show my heart. I only hope that the living will be heart-to-heart and enjoy the affection.
Thirteen, bathed in drizzle, telling the sadness of the atrium; Gazing at the richness of pines and cypresses, pinning endless grief; Hearing the cuckoo's cry, tears can't hide. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the kingdom of heaven be peaceful and the world laugh.
14, Tomb-Sweeping Day sad, two tears into rain. Grab the loess and spread it all over the world, and sprinkle a pot of turbid wine to worship the sky. In heaven, the dead rest in peace, and the dutiful son and grandson come to worship. May you turn into a breeze, and the world is born for happiness.
Fifteen, clouds around the mountain, Qingming ancestor worship. On that day, * * * cried for the dead, and shed tears to shed sadness. How hard you work in the world, how happy you are in a foreign country. The old friend wishes from afar that future generations will be happy. I wish my friends a sense of purpose and a happy life.
Sixteen, the situation is deep and rainy, and the cemetery is clear. There is mourning for the dead, and two lines of clear tears keep flowing. A piece of paper money turns into a butterfly dancing and gives it to relatives as a gesture. I hope the kingdom of heaven is not far away, and love can listen!
Seventeen, love is deep and rainy, and there is love in the world. The sky is gloomy and tearful, and I feel sad for the dead. I am eager to think, so I will never forget my kindness. Misty, the kingdom of heaven is free to go home. May friends: dry your tears and cheer God up and turn grief into strength.
Eighteen, Qingming Festival, old friends remember, it is difficult to think about yourself. Looking back, it makes people cry more sad. Spend paper money on the grave, just hope that heaven will not be separated. Wish the living healthy and happy to the end!
Nineteen, the spring scenery in Qingming is beautiful, and the peaches and plums are drunk. Although it is pleasant to enjoy the beautiful scenery, you need to pay attention to this when playing. Beware of pollen allergy and dress lightly and appropriately. Choose the suburbs according to your ability and do a good job in sun protection and health care. I wish you more laughter and a happy life.
Twenty, the beautiful spring scenery with flowers in full bloom, bees flying and butterflies flying, the pure affection of mutual concern, the sweet and happy thoughts, and the warm words of blessing. May you enjoy the beautiful spring scenery with you and me during your stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Twenty-one, drizzle and light rain, Qingming heartbroken. The cemetery is full of love, and the flowers are scattered. The pine and cypress are lush, and the spirit of the deceased is not forgotten. Bow your head deeply, feel melancholy, and sad tears drop quietly. I only hope that the dead will enjoy well-being and the living will be happy.
Twenty-two, rainy, flowers tell sorrow; Rain, green hills full of thoughts; Rain curtain, pine and cypress stay at home; The rain rustled and the paper money was full of tears. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the drizzle bring a bright world to the dead.
Twenty-three, a clear and rainy year, the tomb is silent. The cuckoo's voice still hurts, and sad words are often sad. Paper money is flying in the depths of pine trees, and the tears of relatives are buried in loess. If you ask what is the most important thing in the world, be filial before you die.
Twenty-four, drizzle falls on the earth, holding flowers silently in front of the grave. When raindrops leave people's minds, they are like tears on the ground. A toast to our ancestors. May the people in heaven be safe. The living should know the wishes of their ancestors and cherish every day of their lives!
Twenty-five, a bunch of flowers entrusted endless grief, a wisp of fragrance sent endless blessings, and a handful of paper money touched my heart. When Tomb-Sweeping Day arrives, please remember to care about the people around you and don't leave any permanent regrets!
Twenty-six, during the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and it is always difficult to extricate yourself from tears. A bouquet of flowers was presented at the grave, full of grief for the world. Mo Yan's life is too short to cherish time. Don't let the living people feel cold again, I hope all my relatives are healthy!
Twenty-seven, burning incense in front of the tomb, it is unspeakable pain; Wine is in front of the grave, and drops are sad tears; Offering flowers in front of the tomb, blossoming is the feeling of parting; Creeping in front of the grave is a sad thing every time. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, may the dead rest in peace forever!
Twenty-eight, Qingming sad parting, endless period. The spring rain was thick and dense, and fell on the cemetery. I remembered my old friend again, and my eyes filled with tears. There is no substitute for melancholy, and burning incense is reluctant. Blink of an eye, another season, Sauvignon Blanc.
Twenty-nine, the arrival of Qingming, how much feeling in my heart; The departure of relatives has condensed thousands of grief; The drizzle is endless, and the sorrows and joys are endless; The wine is overflowing, and my heart is full of melancholy; Bowing down and kowtowing, I was deeply saddened.
30. The cuckoo is constantly crying and the drizzle is endless. Look at the tombstones among pines and cypresses and live in a lush world. Worship and clean up tears and recall the past over and over again. I used to smile, but now I am far from Wan Li. I only hope that the living will move forward every day and create happiness.
Thirty-one, bathed in spring rain, came to the Qingming side. Standing in front of the graves of our ancestors, I take my condolences to heart. Burn the lost paper money and whisper endless sadness. Gazing at the elegant smoke conveys a continuous wish. May heaven and earth be at peace.
Thirty-two, cool breeze and drizzle days, offering sacrifices to sweep the tomb sweeping room in Qingming. Present flowers in front of the monument and raise a glass to remember the old year. Burning paper money silently, the smoke is swaying. I only wish my ancestors peace and my loved ones happiness forever.
Clear raindrops, remembered tears, sad tears, and feelings of missing. Qingming wind haunts the soul, lingering around the mountains and smoke. Thousands of flowers are in full bloom in Tomb-Sweeping Day and placed in front of a wreath monument. Paper money dances all over the sky, and the dead rest in peace. Tomb-Sweeping Day, may you inherit the virtues of ancestor worship!
Thirty-four, Mo Yu Dao forgets me, and the rain washes the heavens and the earth to bloom; Don't say that the wind soaks people and the scenery is picturesque; Looking at the Qingming Festival, the world is full of youth in April; Listen carefully to your friends, miss the sky and care about them. The season is very quiet. I wish you all the best.
Thirty-five, hold an umbrella and walk through the Qingming misty rain; Look at the poetic scenery with a pair of discerning eyes; Keep an open mind and hide your unhappiness in your heart; Send a friendship, you don't have to be dreaming; Send greetings and convey the words in your heart. During my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, may happiness, health and good luck belong to you!
Thirty-six, during the Qingming Festival, peach blossoms are gorgeous, burning its beautiful face. Spring water is happy and mountains are far away, and the sun shines on the grass. Clouds are bright and melodious, and azaleas bloom most brightly. May you go into nature and enjoy the beautiful scenery.
Thirty-seven, deep homesickness lingers with the smoke, earnest teachings echo with laughter, heavy memories fade with the drizzle, and continuous melancholy falls to the bottom of my heart with the breeze. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the dead rest in peace in heaven!
38. Qingming is a colorful painting, which includes the solemnity of sacrifice, the tradition of civilization, the joy of outing, the care of broken willows, the ease of swaying through the ages and the sweetness of blessing. I wish you a good mood in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Thirty-nine, Qingming flowers, one after another, reveal thoughts; Clear tears, line after line, spread sadness; Qingming wind, burst after burst, bursts are memories; Qingming rain, one after another, every field is melancholy Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May everything be fine on earth.
Forty, the clear drizzle is lingering, as if the world were crying for the dead. The fragrance of flowers in Qingming seems to bloom to decorate Qingming. In the afternoon, the bright sunshine is the brightest, just like people's mood of worshipping their ancestors and returning home. May you worship your ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but it has fulfilled your wish to respect filial piety!
Forty-one, snowflakes are floating in the past, and pear blossoms are in Man Chun. After winter in Tomb-Sweeping Day, bees and butterflies danced. I hope spring brings good luck, and there is no pain all over the world. Life is happy and everything goes well, and there are countless family happiness. I wish Tomb-Sweeping Day health and happiness!
Forty-two, a mixed life, right and wrong are roughly the same. You need to be cautious in both gains and losses, and keep your conscience and don't relax. A happy life is the most important thing, and fame and fortune should not be valued. The vicissitudes of life are intentional, and when you are frustrated, you struggle to move forward. It's Qingming Festival again. I wish you good health and take care!
Forty-three, there is Qingming every year, but now there is no Qingming old friend. Heaven and earth are separated, and acacia is linked. Spring breeze and spring rain miss you, and the afterlife will continue. May the dead rest in peace, so be the living.
Forty-four, walk into the arms of Qingming and appreciate the beauty of spring. Laugh at the enchanting peach blossoms and listen to the laughter of the stream. Looking at the distant green hills, I was bathed in sunshine. Taste the changes of the four seasons and sing the perfection of life.
Forty-five, the Qingming rain is always constant, which is left by tears, and it is continuous; Qingming wind is always sad, it is the heart of the living, melancholy; Qingming flowers are always pure, that is the feeling of sacrifice, earnestly. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the dead rest in peace and the living be happy!