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Talk about Tomb-Sweeping Day's circle of friends.

1, Tomb-Sweeping Day, makes people remember their ancestors, which is memorable, heartbreaking and exciting. It contains many stories of their ancestors. When they are buried, their story will be over, and the rest will only be missed!

2. As Qingming Festival approaches, my heart begins to ache again, and this kind of pain is not fade away. Only when no one is around is it more real.

3, Qingming, always accompanied by disturbing drizzle, reveals the coldness and loneliness of spring, and the silk rain is as fine as sorrow. How many people are wandering in this sorrow?

4. The sound of frogs is piercing, and during the Qingming Festival, the rain also flows through tears.

5, this year's Qingming Festival, I want to live a good life, a wonderful life, live high's life!

6. Flowers and trees are fragrant, grass grows and warblers fly. However, there is a saying that there are many rains during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls, which makes the word Qingming add a bit of misty rain to the depths of the text.

7. Walking on the way to my father's grave in this lush Tomb-Sweeping Day, I suddenly felt a stinging sadness. The memory of unexpected trouble made my father die before he could say a word, leaving us with the cruel reality of yin and yang and the heartbreak of our loved ones.

8. Qingming is a flower used by nature to commemorate the lost relatives. It is God's deliberate arrangement to pick a flower at will every spring to satisfy the grieving relatives and send flowers to the resting soul.

9. Qingming is an excellent season for relatives who mourn endlessly. Dignified spring breeze, dignified soft land and shady grassland are all the needs of loved ones who know how to miss.

10, grandpa left, and I grew up day by day in thinking and waiting. I finally understand that swallows can fly back. When Liu Yang was young, Grandpa would never come back. What I spent with me was frequent thoughts and the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day.