Tomb-Sweeping Day's prose

Qingming always gives people the feeling of rainy days. It seems that with this rain, Qingming can show a touch of sadness and nostalgia. It was Qingming that completed the rain, and it was the rain that set off Qingming. Watching the drizzle can arouse people's faint sadness and thoughts. This rain is either crazy rain or gentle drizzle. From early morning to dusk, in misty and rainy Shan Ye, there are always grave-sweepers walking again against the wind and rain, dotted with loneliness; Or in groups of three or five, helping the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, limping. The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, the trees are caged in front of solitary smoke, the bridges are flowing, crows are crying sadly, the rain washes the clear autumn, and the wind blows sad, only to see misty rain, no one, no smoke. What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture. Occasionally, when I look up, the cemetery suddenly sees: hundreds of grave arches and thousands of monuments; Misty rain, fragrant grass leaves. A desolate, a sad, a dead silence! The mountains are lonely and sparsely populated, and the trees are raining! The wind is fluttering, the rain is falling, the grief is long, the sadness is mysterious, and there is no ecstasy. Where is the fragrance? Pull up a piece of grass, put down a few cups of cold wine and burn a handful of paper money. The wind and rain are terrible, the cups are full of sorrow, the weeds are full of smoke, and there is nothing to say, only the bottom of my heart is full of faint sorrow, faint sorrow! The dead are gone, and the living are always sad! The voice, face and smile are vivid in my mind, and all kinds of past events are still in my ears, but the guests are in a hurry and miss the lonely graves thousands of miles away.

When I was a teenager, Tomb-Sweeping Day and rain were just a beautiful picture in my mind. In the drizzle coming with the wind, a poor poet riding a horse leaned over a little shepherd boy. He stood by the road, holding a whip in one hand and pointing to a straw house in the other. Above the thatched cottage, a red wine ribbon floats in the thin drizzle. This is probably from the poem Qingming. Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Why "Dead Soul"? Because "the ancient tomb is full of poplars, which is the place where life and death leave." In my carefree years, this poem gave me such a beautiful artistic conception. The carefree time of teenagers is always short, just like a kite flying when I was a child. Once the thread is broken, it disappears without a trace and can't be found anywhere. This poem is still so sad and kind to read today. Throughout the ages, some of the same and beautiful feelings in human nature are interlinked from all over the world, from ancient times to modern times. When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. The living will always become the dead. Some people say that other people's thoughts will fade with the passage of time. I think, maybe missing relatives is just the opposite. Even after a long time, every time I think of their voices and smiles, I always feel a little sour and cool in my heart. Even if it is ten years or decades, this feeling will not weaken or disappear, but will be stronger. Because of this, Tomb-Sweeping Day will become a day that has been circulated for thousands of years; The drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day will come one after another, which is probably a sad feeling in people's hearts. It's clear again "Men don't flick when they have tears." I can't cry. But when I miss the person I love and shed my tears, memories are no longer just the burden of life. We feel the love and warmth in the world again, put our broken hearts together, and smile and raise the sail of life again. We think that life is short because things are impermanent. Once we really love, there will be no regrets in life. Help others in difficulties and remain optimistic in setbacks. As long as there is love in the heart, there is no regret in love, and life is always a beautiful spring. Please rain in Mao Mao. I hope she can come as scheduled, even if it is the tears that the whole world wants to shed but can't.

Tomb-Sweeping Day always seems to be inseparable from the rain. This Tomb-Sweeping Day is a rainy day without rain.

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In the drizzle in Tomb-Sweeping Day, countless thoughts fell from the sky.

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"During the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Rain is the most authentic representative of Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it is also the carrier of missing. It carries Qian Qian's myriad thoughts falling from the sky. Rain falls into the soil, seeps into the depths of the soil, and turns into a drop of dew, which moistens people underground, seeds and hearts after a long drought. Germinate a seed of missing for his long drought, let his lonely heart grow into a green field, let him have a trace of concern with us, and let his heart have a trace of missing.

Of course, the relatives in front of the grave are sad, because they left them and went to heaven with thoughts. They missed it ... the people in front of the grave complained, but they still didn't understand that the underground people were missing them! I don't understand the pain of underground people!

It has been raining, a little bit, two o'clock, three o'clock, forming a drop of cold water on the grass, and finally turning into tears that people in the underground yearn for each other. That's not the grass crying! It's the underground people crying! These tears are crystal clear and full of lovesickness. The saddest thing in the world is this. Miss Mingming can't meet each other. The tears that beat people are still flowing, and they have merged into a bitter water of acacia in the ground. Wang's bitter water broke through the limit and divided into countless tributaries, which flowed to his relatives, his yard, his home ... and there were countless thoughts and concerns in his heart!

In this silent Qingming, rain has become a tool for their lovesickness. Through the rain, they get to know each other and comfort each other. Let each other get some comfort in their hearts. Let each other's hearts miss each other ...

Acacia rain flying all over the sky. The people in the world and the people they love merge in the same world, and the whole world sinks.

Missing. Ah, sad Qingming! Who can avoid the influence of this missed rain, and the people and plants baptized by this rain are so clear that they all show their true souls!

It is precisely because of this Qingming rain that lovesick people have come together.

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