The Spring Festival festival sweeps the cold wind of the moon and blows the fountain of tears, and the tiger comes for another year. Time and space do not reduce the affinity, and the years and years increase the snow to the top. Yesterday the child became the next birthday, the family can distinguish self-pity? Paper money butterfly fairy flew away,

Spring Festival Festival Sweep

The cold wind of the waxing moon blows the fountain of tears, and the tiger comes for another year.

Time and space do not reduce the affinity, and the years and years increase the snow to the top.

Yesterday the child became the next birthday, the family can distinguish self-pity?

The paper money butterfly fairy flew away, and the thoughts were at will.

In the countryside, there is a custom of going to the grave to worship the ancestors every spring before the Spring Festival.

The cold wind of the waxing moon blew my eyes, which were already in tears.

Whenever I think of my father, I can't help but shed tears.

The tree wants to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, and the son wants filial piety and does not wait, which is the most helpless thing in life.

The change of years has turned black hair into frost hair, before I was just a child, today I am an adult, can the fairy still recognize his own child?

He bought incense paper money for his father, and it is said that the material in the Yang Realm cannot be received, and can only be received if it is turned into ashes.

The paper money was ignited, and the paper ash turned into a butterfly and flew to heaven, this yin and yang were separated, only thoughts were free at any time, and it was impossible to say goodbye.