"It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls..." Every year in this solar term, we will recite the poem of Du Mu, a poet of Tang Dynasty, to express our yearning for our ancestors.
On this day, we will come to the tomb, place a bunch of flowers, burn some paper money, so as to express our thoughts and blessings for our relatives, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them the same happiness and happy life as us on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but think of the years they spent together with us. Those pictures seem to be fresh in our eyes. I can't help but cry when I think of them.
The scenery of spring in the distance came into my eyes. The birds sang the sonata of spring. The peach blossoms and the willows were all over the mountain. The golden rape flowers were everywhere. The green shoots came out. It was a season full of hopes and blessings. In the Qingming Festival, let's remember the past, but also hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and don't waste such a wonderful life. But also to have a new understanding of life, so that their every day is full of substantial, so that they will not regret, and can afford to others.