Poems in memory of relatives who have just left.

2, covered in blood and tears, it is sad to go home after chaos. In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.

3. Qingming is gone and Qingming, and the tears are still alive. Lost relatives often fall asleep, and how many thoughts are not in the dust.

4, fighting the stars for twelve rounds, sleeping in Gaoling to the river. When I heard my youngest son call him Dad, I was sorry that I couldn't call him Dad.

5, half-dead Wu Tong old sick body, heavy longing for spring and frustrating. I went back to the hospital with my baby in my arms at night, and it was cold in the month, and no one was there.

6, Qianwu, the soil is not awkward. The new grave in the wilderness is sad. Who will drive the children home along the decadent hometown road?

7. Tomb-Sweeping Day missed his loved ones and presented flowers to show his filial piety during the sweeping period. Remembering our ancestors and missing our old friends, we will never forget the kindness of our parents when they were alive.

8. It's hard to survive. When you get older, you will be infected with vicissitudes of life. If you are sick, stay in the hospital and rest until you die.

9, self-love makeup in the mirror, full of moss. Soon the rising sun shone on Rouge's cheek, as if a red flower had come back to life, as if to be changed.

10, it rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, but there was no trace of outing. Ye Fang doesn't know people's grievances and wants to fight for the deep valley of Gansu.

1 1. Remember Tomb-Sweeping Day and pray silently for the tomb of Anyuan. A long day of meditation made people cry, and the dream brought back mourning.

12, the sound, volume and brain are surging, teaching the mind and promoting action. The vicissitudes of life in the world will eventually be magnanimous, and the heaven will be safe and sound.

13, Father's Day cycle, COVID-19 people are even sadder. Today, the gods shed tears again, paying homage to their father and flying in the rain.

14, the sun and the moon cycle for forty spring, and the voice and smile of the loving father haunt the dream. When I heard the child calling him ABBA, I was speechless to call him Dad.

15, chrysanthemums are still as yellow as last year, and one inch of worry hurts the body. Independent tall buildings shed tears in the autumn wind.

16, the year of Qingming comes again, with drizzle and gloomy days. It is affectionate to sweep the grave, but the paper money has been burned for several rounds.

17, my father hasn't had a holiday for a long time, so he lit a heart lamp and incense. Filial piety is not as good as grass in front of the grave, accompanied by the father.

18, the drizzle is like a thousand tears, and the spring breeze is too cold. I was surprised that my parents had no new words, and I vaguely asked Jiuquan in my dream.