Qingming poetry

Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as the outing festival, is one of the traditional festivals in China and one of the most important sacrificial festivals in China. It falls between mid-spring and late spring, that is, 104 days from winter to the future. Let's share some poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Of the 24 solar terms in Qingming poem 1

The most fascinating is Qingming.

This day

Spring breeze caresses your face and willows are graceful.

I am under the caress of "blowing cold breeze"

Walking in the warm sunshine in spring.

Walk into nature and feel the beauty of spring

Look at the flowers and new leaves on the north bank of Weihe River.

In the artistic conception of "the shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village"

Shuttle through the streets

Relive the magnificent scenery of the riverside scene in Qingming Festival.

This day

Can be like stars, full of rich chrysanthemums.

Wet paper money

With the younger generation's thoughts of old friends.

The voice and smile of the past are still in sight.

The reverberation of indoctrination

It's a pity that we can meet again in our dreams.

Tomb-Sweeping Day every year.

I always whisper to my father in heaven.

In recent years, changes in the motherland are changing with each passing day.

Anecdotes about the revival of ancient Chencang

Qingming, we snuggled up to our father.

Memories of the little things with my father.

Talking about lovesickness is parting.

Among the 24 solar terms

I like Qingming.

This day

We took our family to the countryside for an outing.

Away from the hustle and bustle

Looking at the beautiful branches of bauhinia, let go shyly.

Listen to the chirping of birds.

We are close to nature.

Flying mood

Ride a kite

Soar in the sky

Watch the egrets dancing in Jinwei Lake.

Enjoy the magnificent sights of civilized cities and garden cities.

Qingming Poem 2 Tomb-Sweeping Day

Rain is rain, sunny is rain.

Sunny and rainy days

My heart is always wet.

Sometimes the humidity is too heavy.

It condenses in the eyes.

Disperse into a shower.

A thousand years of rain.

Wet Tang poetry and Song poetry

Make the rhyme clearer and the epigraph clearer.

Pingyun

in all ages

Early April

Rhododendrons light bonfires.

It's not just a candle at the grave.

Longer, this is an eternal encounter.

With people who have been to the grave.

Waiting for the annual

Candles and paper money

Just like I first attracted my children and grandchildren.

Cooking smoke and smiling face

Even if it rains this day

It's also spring.

Bugu victory

I just want to be a weed in the wind.

Whether it's bright spring or crisp autumn.

Rooted in the ground in front of the grave.

Or on a high grave.

Listen to Sanskrit from heaven.

Feel the heart rate and body temperature under the loess

Qingming poem 3 can't owe today,

You can't owe kindness and sympathy.

Poems and songs of the loving heart,

No euphemisms, no skills

No moaning without illness, moaning with illness.

Today, speak your mind,

As long as the soul is naked.

Even guilt, anxiety, pain

People, too. Save.

Undoubtedly, today, the world of mortals is categorically negative.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the ground is high and the clouds are light.

Even if it is windy and rainy,

Qingming is a Qingming world.

Today, the poem written is very clear.

Sing a clear song

Real cities pay tribute to ordinary people.

Those who have been poor all their lives,

A soul who knows his life.

Whether they are lucky or not, in heaven.

Or, unfortunately, in hell.

We are alive, facing the dead mortals,

But there's nothing I can do.

You can only communicate with a normal heart.

Yin and yang are interlinked.

Fortunately, we are not heroes,

The adulterer is destined to be human.

Qingming poem 4 Qingming wind

With gloomy cold

Blow up the pain of memory again

Clear rain is sad, sad.

Like grandma's sad tears.

The river that goes back in time is silent.

Topics related to the past and nostalgia

Crying in the storm of memory

Qing Ming Xiang Wen Tian

Bow to the grave

Piles of paper money

I can't change my grandma's smiling face.

Willow swaying in the wind and rain

Let tears and thoughts linger.

Qingming? A day full of tears and rain

Qingming? Crying and blessing for Memorial Day

Smoke curled up.

Floating into the empty blue sky

There is no disease in heaven.

There is no pain in heaven.

Grandma wishes you happiness in heaven.