1, Qingming warm wind, taking his wife and children to sweep the grave. Light candles and burn incense to worship for three times, and remember the ancestors' spirits at the grave. Tomb-Sweeping Day, while paying homage to our ancestors, I wish you a happy New Year and all the best. Tomb-Sweeping Day has a long tradition of sweeping graves and paying homage to relatives and friends. Present beautiful flowers as a token of your affection, and your affection will last forever.
2, the rain curtain is gray, and the heart is sad during the Qingming period. The cool breeze in the suburbs breaks people's intestines, chrysanthemums bloom everywhere, and tears are streaming down my face in front of the grave. I sincerely mourn to burn incense. Smoky, God bless the dead forever. The Qingming candle moves the spring sorrow, and I want to cry and send my soul to the wild hills without tears. In front of the cemetery monument, nothing grows, the green hills are silent, and pigeons are everywhere.
There are two lines of tears in the drizzle. Tomb-Sweeping Day was busy sweeping the grave, remembering his loved ones and mourning. A glass of turbid wine to the hero's soul. There is no trouble in heaven. I wish the ancestors rest in peace forever, pray with folded hands, and wish friends and relatives good health and a happy and long family life! There are two lines of tears in worship of the dead, and there is love and rain in the sky. Knock on your ancestors and sprinkle turbid wine, and the breeze is tender.
There are clouds and flowers everywhere, just like a fairyland. Children and grandchildren will never forget the source of their roots and burn incense and paper money every year. May Qingming culture be passed down forever! Qingming gives you a clear mountain, a breeze and a clear spring. May God be fresh and carefree, give you bright windows, bright water and bright moon, clear water and clear stone, clear sky, clear voice and clear air, and Kagami Akira, and make your eyes clear and bright!
5. Tomb-Sweeping Day, feeling sad, two tears turned into rain. Grab the loess and scatter it to heaven and earth, and sprinkle a pot of turbid wine to worship heaven. In the spirit of heaven, you will rest in peace, and your filial son and grandson will come to worship. May you turn into a breeze, and the world is born for happiness. Castle Peak is eternal evidence, and the earth mourns the soul of a child. The heart of a martyr, with lofty aspirations, will go down in history forever and be engraved with Kun.