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One of the Qingming Essays: Rain Qingming, the most afraid of rain, is long, dripping, silky, criss-crossing into a cold net. The net ** is entrenched in the thoughts and melancholy that cannot be driven away.
The clear rain, the soul that wants to be broken, whose tears are gathered? Breaking into this rain, the umbrella is superfluous, and the rain silk slides down the ends of his hair, slightly wetting his shoulders and the corners of his eyes. A pillar of incense, lit in front of the tomb, no curling smoke, a few bright spots, in the rain, clearly extinguished, is there a distance between life and death?
In the scorching heat of July, you leave quietly, and I send you with hot tears; In the spring of the revival of all things, I come quietly, who welcomes me with cold rain. The weeds are green and growing, and in those silent nights, whispering to the wind and murmuring with the rain, although I am reluctant, I still pull them out one by one. Then, wait until the rain stops, and the warm sun can warm your tomb.
However, you are afraid of the heat, so when the sun is scorching, what do I use to build a cool piece for you? Part 2: Rose A white rose, cool and fragrant in April.
White, solemn, and silent are the original colors of life. After decades of tempering in the world, dyed by life, how complicated life is, and finally returned to earthy silence. Warm and humid, at the bottom of my earthy heart, I planted a few white rose vines, climbing into a simple memory, each of which is the trace of your fragrance in this world now.
When the sun is scorching, the clusters of flowers are white clouds, adding a bit of coolness to you; When the wind rises, the branches and leaves and flowers gently speak, the small white petals, drifting like snow, you will not be lonely; When the rain comes, it drips down, and it is a faint fragrance that flows down the flowers and leaves. So, when the tears of my thoughts are in my eyes, can I also pretend that I have pierced my fingertips for that little thorn? It is destined that time will bleach all memories, and the bleached memories will be like this white rose, pale in color, and still fragrant.
Three: The crook of the arm The little daughter, lying in the crook of my arm, sleeps sweetly, and suddenly misses that I once fell asleep with your arm crooked. I never knew that the hand with a little head would be so sore until the birth of my daughter.
The heart, as a result, becomes softer, and when it falls into the crook of this arm, it also falls into a deep love. You are not a mother, but you have given me all that a mother can give; I have never called you "Mom", and your departure is the oldest pain in my heart. In the first year, I often dreamed of you, my heart was torn, and I woke up with tears streaming down my face; In the second year, when I dream of you again, my heart will be sour for no reason, but there will be fewer tears; Nowadays, I rarely dream of you again, and when I wake up, I start smiling, and I know that you miss me again.
Actually, I don't believe in the cycle of life, but I stubbornly insist that you must be silently watching somewhere, the one you love and the person who loves you. come, it's fate; It is fate to go. And, in between, is our love for each other.
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1. Qingming Festival, light rain is flying, homeless birds, flying all over the sky, chirping constantly, that crying and complaining, how can it not make people's liver and intestines lose every inch?
2. Qingming Festival, the sky is overcast and drizzling. Our teachers and students in the whole school wore plain clothes and white flowers on their chests, lined up in a long line, dragged heavy steps, and with an extremely heavy heart, stepped on the mud to go to the cemetery to pay homage to the martyrs' tombs. The rain was pouring down, and none of us said or laughed, and we all envied Zheng Zai's deep remembrance of the martyrs who sacrificed their precious lives for our happy life today.
3. The Qingming Festival is coming, and the drizzle is densely woven into a piece, like a melancholy that can't be pulled apart, making people's hearts unconsciously infected with sorrow and sadness. Infected by this gloomy atmosphere, I followed my family to visit my grandmother's grave.
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The sentence describing Qingming is as follows:
1. Who wants to accompany the embankment, the horse is half a flower.
2. A county official is only a deputy envoy, and the cold festival of the year is Qingming.
3, a few amorous, nowhere to say, falling flowers and flying flakes Qingming Festival.
4. Boasting to whom, just sighing for the passing years. Don't fly high, look back at the paper kite rock and.
5, the good wind and the moon are clear and clear, and the red pavilion is a historian.
6. Qingming Festival, rainy and sunny days, proud of the year.
7. The guest thinks like willows, and there are thousands of spring breezes.
8. People beg to sacrifice Yu Jiao's concubines, and Shigan burns to death the unjust marquis. The virtuous and foolish have known who the cover is staring at for thousands of years, and the eyes are full of basil.
9. In the Qingming Dynasty, the original potato relatives in the suburbs, the lonely mountain city of Liuyingmen.
10. In Qing'e's painting fan, the spring tree is tulips.
11. It's not easy to scatter, it's not easy to gather hand-servants, it's not easy to see, it's not easy to don't, tears are lovesick, and dreams are also involved. On this day when the big ghosts and little ghosts will go out together, I wish you a happy Qingming Festival! Happy Tomorrow!
12. The warbler flies and the grass grows, and our friendship deepens. It is not because of the fall of the peach blossoms, but with the decrease. The kite type waiter floating in the spring breeze represents my thoughts, and we have not forgotten each other.
13. Qingming Festival is a festival of "juxtaposing life and death", one is to commemorate and give thanks, and the other is to maintain new life. You can't see Qingming Shan as a tomb sweep, and you will relax your body and mind in the outing activities, so as to cherish life and live a more cautious and healthy life!
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