Tomb-Sweeping Day's condolences.

The main pen: the memory of children and grandchildren floats in the smoke of the grave, sincere tears flow in the blooming chrysanthemums, and heavy grief is placed in the pine trees next to the grave. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. I wish you miss your old friends and take care of yourself. The following is my collection, welcome to read!

First, during the Qingming Festival, the mountains are foggy and tears turn into homesick rain. Pray for the safety of the deceased and the happiness and health of the world. Wipe your tears with a kiss, and cheer you up. Thank you for your efforts. Inheriting the great development of family business is not due to my whole heart, 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, it is always embarrassing to whisper in tears; Missing, heaven and earth do not forget; Burning incense, the heart flies with the light smoke; Sincerely pray, the dead rest in peace.

Third, the Qingming misty rain is always fascinating, and pedestrians on the road are dim; Qingming always pays, I still remember smiling; Tender willows are always swaying, and gentle words are unforgettable; Qingming ancestor worship will always remember 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 the safety of your family!

5. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and people who are eager to worship their ancestors are often crowded with people, and tears are sad. Burning smoke curled up, paper money fluttered, and the dead were far away. I hope they are all 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. Mourning the dead, two lines of clear tears kept flowing. A piece of paper money turns into a butterfly and dances, giving it to relatives to show their hearts. I hope the kingdom of heaven is not far away, and love can listen!

Seven, Qingming breaks snow in winter, and flowers bloom in succession. Bees and butterflies are dancing among the flowers. The scenery is beautiful and spring is coming. Taking the children for an outing and flying kites makes the whole family happy and smile. Beautiful scenery, happy life is around. I wish you a clean and carefree life and a healthy and happy outing!

Eight, the dead soul of the deceased is floating in the sky, and the tears of the world are flowing 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. They come from afar every year to have a look.

Nine, wear a hundred flowers and place your endless grief in your heart; Burning a wisp of smoke, looking forward to the warmth of 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.

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 me my deep condolences, and the words on the tablet can't tell me the thoughts of the living. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, may the dead rest in peace!

Eleven, the rain curtain is gray, and the Qingming heart is sad. The cool breeze in the suburbs broke people's intestines and chrysanthemums blossomed everywhere. Tears filled my eyes when I visited the grave to worship my ancestors, and I sincerely mourned for coming to burn incense. Smoke is in the air, go to heaven and bless the dead forever.

Twelve, the breeze and drizzle are like a heart, bringing flowers and paper to the grave. Looking back on the past and recalling that year, things have changed a lot. Tears can't be said when it rains, so I bow down and kowtow to show my heart. I only hope that the living people will be connected and enjoy family ties.

Thirteen, bathed in drizzle, telling the sadness of the atrium; Gazing at the richness of pines and cypresses, pinning endless grief; It's hard to hide my tears when I hear the cuckoo's cry. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the kingdom of heaven be peaceful and the world laugh.

Fourteen, Qingming hurts, and two tears become rain. Grab the loess and sprinkle 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 wisp of breeze, and there will be vitality in the world and the pursuit of happiness.

Fifteen, clouds around the mountains, Qingming ancestor worship. On the same day, * * * cried for the dead and shed tears to express his sorrow. How hard you work in the world, how happy you are in a foreign country. The old friend came from afar, and the children and grandchildren were full of joy. I hope my friends have a sense of purpose and live a happy life.

Sixteen, the situation is deep and rainy, and the cemetery is clear. Mourning the dead, two lines of clear tears kept flowing. A piece of paper money turns into a butterfly and dances, giving it to relatives to show their hearts. 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 overcast with clouds and tears, and I feel sad for the dead. I am eager to think about it, so I will never forget my kindness. Smoke fills the air, and heaven can go home freely. May friends: dry your tears and cheer God up and turn grief into strength.

Eighteen, during the Qingming Festival, it is difficult to remember the old friends and think about themselves. Looking back, it is even more sad to make people cry. Spend paper money on the grave, just hope that heaven will not be separated. Wish the living good health and happiness to the end!

Nineteen, how beautiful the spring scenery is, 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, flowers are in full bloom, bees are flying in the beautiful spring scenery, pure affection for each other, sweet and happy thoughts, and warm words of blessing. May you enjoy the beautiful spring scenery with you and me during the Qingming Festival.

Twenty-one, drizzle and light rain, Qingming heartbroken. The grave is full of love, and the flowers are scattered. The pines and cypresses are flourishing, and the spirit of the deceased will never be forgotten. Bow deeply, my heart is melancholy, and my sad tears drop quietly. I just want the dead to be well and the living to be happy.

Twenty-two, rainy, flowers tell sorrow; Rain, green hills full of thoughts; Under the rain, pines and cypresses are waiting to go 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, sunny and rainy, the grave is silent. The cuckoo's voice is still hurting people, 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, do your filial piety before you die.

Twenty-four, drizzle fell 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 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, it rains in the Qingming Festival, and it is always difficult to get away with tears. A bouquet of flowers was presented at the grave, full of sorrow 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; The wine is in front of the grave, and the tears are sad; Sacrificing flowers in front of the tomb, blossoming is a feeling of parting; It is a sad thing to fall down at the grave 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. In the blink of an eye, it is another season, Sauvignon Blanc.

Twenty-nine, the arrival of Qingming, how much feeling in my heart; When relatives leave, thousands of sorrows are condensed; 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 keeps barking, and the drizzle is incessant. See the tombstone between pine and cypress, and live in a lush world. Worship and clean up tears, and recall the past over and over again. In the past, I was smiling, but now I am far away from Wan Li. I only hope that the living will move on and create happiness every day.

Thirty-one, bathed in the 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 there be peace on earth and in heaven.

Thirty-two, breezy and rainy days, sweeping 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 relatives happiness forever.

Clear raindrops, remembered tears, sad tears and feelings of missing. The Qingming Festival is full of spirits, haunting the clouds in Shan Ye. Thousands of flowers bloom in Tomb-Sweeping Day and put them 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 is selfless, and the rain washes the world and opens a hundred flowers; Don't say that the wind soaks people and the scenery is picturesque; Looking at Qingming, the world is full of youth in April; Listen to your friends carefully, miss the sky and care about your friends. The season is quiet, I hope you are well.

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, the thick homesickness lingers with the smoke, the warm teachings echo with the laughter, the heavy memories fade with the drizzle, and the continuous melancholy falls with the breeze. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May the dead rest in peace in heaven!

38. Qingming is a colorful painting, which contains the solemnity of sacrifice, the tradition of civilization, the joy of going for an outing, the concern of folding willows, the ease of swinging through the ages and the sweetness of praying. May you have a good mood in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Thirty-nine, Qingming flowers, one after another, one after another, reveal their thoughts; Clear tears, line after line, spread sad; Qingming wind, waves after waves, bursts are memories; Qingming rain, one after another, every field is melancholy. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. May everything be well in the world.

Forty, the clear drizzle is lingering, like tears shed by the world for the dead. The fragrance of flowers blooming in Qingming Festival seems to decorate Qingming. In the afternoon, the sunny sunshine is the brightest, just like people's mood of worshipping their ancestors and going home. May you sacrifice your ancestors' spirits in Qingming Festival, but fulfill your wish of respecting filial piety!

Forty-one, snowflakes are floating in the past, and pear blossoms are full of spring. After winter in Tomb-Sweeping Day, bees and butterflies are dancing. I hope spring brings good luck, and there is no pain all over the world. Life is happy, 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 generally the same. You need to be cautious when you gain or lose, and don't relax when you abide by your conscience. A happy life is the most important thing, and fame and fortune should not be valued. The vicissitudes of life are intentional, and they are struggling to move forward when they are frustrated. It's Qingming Day again. I wish you good health and treasure!

Forty-three, there is Qingming every year, and now there is no Qingming old friend. Heaven and earth are separated, and acacia cherishes each other. Spring breeze and spring rain send love, 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, during the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and the tears that leave people are endless; The 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!