Qingming Festival is a poem of remembering my mother, and Qingming is a poem of remembering my paren

Qingming Festival is a big festival, no matter what, you have to go home to the grave, I personally think that the Qingming Festival for the deceased is equivalent to our Spring Festival, send more sacrifices.

Mom, today is the Qingming Festival, the first Qingming Festival after my mother left, due to too many reasons, I was unable to go to worship you, I am deeply disturbed by my son, and I think my mother in the spirit of heaven will also understand my daughter's distress. It's not that my daughter doesn't want to see you, it's because... Mom, I've been looking forward to Qingming Energy Saving to see you for a long time, but...

Mom, I miss you, I miss you. If you have a spirit in heaven, you will go to my sleep tonight! I really want to see my mother's kind face, I really want to see how my mother is doing in that remote mountain village?

Mom, forgive your daughter for being unfilial, you can come tonight! I'm waiting for you in my sleep.

Summary. Hello! Qingming Festival misses my mother's poem, I am thinking about it, please wait a moment!

Hello! Qingming Festival misses my mother's poem, I am thinking about it, please wait a moment!

Qingming's poem in memory of his parents is as follows:

1."Queqiao Immortal, Buyun and to Mr. Lao He" Hongshan farewell, a few degrees tonight, and it is close to Qingming time. There are still dreams of poetry, but I am afraid that I am only afraid, and it is difficult to be obsessed. Cherry blossoms attract customers, pond pavilions buy drunk, and visit relatives and friends for days. Have the heart to go to Wuyuanchun again, think of your hometown, and linger on the right side of the river.

2."Drunk Qingming" thousands of families are cold and willow smoke, and the Tao is sunny but affectionate; The sound of crows in Longshang can't stop, and the drunken guests in the world are hard to please; Zitui cut the meat with three knives, and the ancestor looked for a monument made of paper; The nightmare red dust wants to wake up, and the spring comes to order beans in Qingming. Flowers bloom in March, Zhengyang Spring, Ziyan South Comes to Break Purple Cloud Green Grass to Feed Fish and Fish Drunk, Qingming Sentence Mourning the Soul is another year of peach blossom spring, swallow cut green willow wind and play clouds.

The duck test creek heating is just right, and don't forget to bring the soul of poetry. During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the rain base mold walked through the countryside and villages. By asking what you are thinking at this time, you can't see what you want to break your soul.

Unbearable Qingming rain, who let the power paper pass through the village. Picking willow flowers and getting drunk, how can the loess hide his thoughts. The cuckoo cries blood and mourns, and the bitter wind and rain are full of tears.

Kneeling down to the graveyard with both feet, it is difficult to wipe away the sorrow.

3.The hometown of "Qingming" has been far away for several years, and the barren grass has never been sacrificed. When I encounter the drizzle in Qingming again, I think about it all over the place. Jiashan looked north to pious dregs, and his father was naturalized in the west. The black butterfly flew over and disappeared quietly, and there was a vague sound of training children outside the sky.

4."Qingyu Case, Sacrifice to the Father" is cold and cold in the countryside, who to go to, lonely. The snow falls and the ice freezes the two places, Xiao Guan swallows, the knuckles fly, and the new song is blown.

Asking the sky Beidou is still nowhere to be found, and the world is hot and cold. Thinking of the glitz tends to be urgent, the family mountain is not sacrificed, sobbing blankly, and looking at the moon from time to time.