What are the poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day?
Tomb-Sweeping Day, also known as outing festival, outing festival, March festival, ancestor worship festival, etc. It was celebrated at the turn of mid-spring and late spring. Tomb-Sweeping Day originated from the ancestral belief and the custom of worshipping spring in ancient times, which has both natural and humanistic connotations. It is both a natural solar term and a traditional festival. During his stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, many local communities also held some poetry reading activities. Here are some poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day.
1, Tomb-Sweeping Day
Lightweight, indulge in this helpless world
Light a candle, it smells good.
Worship the silence of life
Scintillation chamber
Memory opens, avalanche.
Hierarchical tree ring
Respond to the heartless bell
Clear tears, clear mind.
In Tomb-Sweeping Day, peace of mind.
2. Standing in front of the grave
I seem to hear the trembling voice of history.
The grave is a glorious chapter.
The pigeon whistle sounded.
That's a bullet whistling.
It was the body that fell.
Immortality is the spirit.
They wrote their own history.
Our history is being written.
3. Standing in front of the grave
The nobility and the poor are getting smaller.
Life and blood are shocking.
In peaceful days, we often forget.
I even forgot where pigeons came from.
Learn to forget and think.
From the smiles of those cold stones
We may become mature.
4. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Sunny rain
Comfort the lost figure
Human tears
This day
Can only be used as petals.
Dotted with sad scenery
The beginning of spring
Give birth to new life
People who create life.
Take off your clothes.
miss
Turn into lit smoke
Smell the spring.
Think about the taste of milk.
Think of nursing mothers.
Maybe that's how the commemoration of old friends began.
Qingming Festival
5. "Tomb-Sweeping Day Memorial"
Ancient ancestors set this special festival.
Pay tribute to all old friends.
Let them not be lonely in heaven.
Whether it is their relatives, ancestors or revolutionary martyrs.
The land they once walked on.
The blood continues.
Your deeds, your history
We will never forget it.
At this time, the graves of the wasteland are full of flowers.
Burn paper money
I hope you are not poor over there.
Don't be lonely
Tears are full of memories.
Glory is full of thoughts.
I commend the revolutionary martyrs.
You left a strong will.
Chinese military spirit
The impact is far-reaching and never stops.
I miss my dead relatives, and my eyes are full of tears.
Your fatigue, our happiness.
Keep in touch.
6. Love in Tomb-Sweeping Day
Nostalgia in Tomb-Sweeping Day
drizzle
Quietly woven into a net stuck in my heart.
Lock my deep attachment
Grandma's smile
be close/near at hand
I open my palm.
Release a paper crane.
I carved 10 million wishes on it.
Fly into the lush spring
Hometown road
remote