Cold food

Qingming cold food dream vaguely,

Inch grass has the sun and moon in his heart.

It's a pity that children and grandchildren miss nothing,

There is no time for the kindness to be rewarded!

clear and bright

A journey of dreams,

Unexpectedly, tonight and night are clear.

How fortunate is the former virtuous family,

The wanderer has nothing to do.

Three glasses of wine are saluted,

Incense burns a handful of love,

If the ancestors are sheltered,

There are descendants of Yi Jiafu!

2017.04.04

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 88, Qingming is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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