Talking about Cold Clothes Festival

2. Walking alone on the road at dusk, blowing a cool breeze. Against the setting sun, the yellow autumn leaves danced lightly to bid farewell to the branches. How sad it was. I miss my father, just like leaves attached to trees. Thought of here, I can't help tears.

3, a wisp of incense, pinning the hope of the future.

4. Live, be grateful and live. Learning to cherish, therefore, is the greatest comfort to the deceased relatives.

All these things have become the past, and all these things have become memories. All this no longer exists.

6. Remember those who have passed away and cherish those who are still around.

7. The dead rest in peace and the living are strong.

8. It's another year's Cold Clothes Festival. People who have passed away have already lost their souls.