Qingming fruit
Text/Cui Weiqun
The most is a lump the size of a green-shelled egg
There is an endless stream of incense
The taste buds have been growing memories for 50 years
It is the Qingming fruit of relatives who came from the county seat
There is tempting bacon in the green fruit
I tasted it for the first time when I was ten years old
Vowed to grow up to be a city man
Taste the delicious fruits of the city
The green fruit is round, and the taste is round
Eat all kinds of green fruits in the city
The taste is back to the size of a quail egg without filling
I overflow with the spring taste of tender green rattle
Life is like a green fruit, turning around and returning to the village
The taste buds are linked to coarse tea and light rice with the smell of firewood
Grave
Text/Cui Weiqun
Qingming tomb sweeping, you will prepare a few days in advance
Piety is like every entrance exam when I was a student
Even if it's a rainy day, it's a wet mood
Even if the sacrifice is heavy and the wrist is fighting
The footsteps are also unwavering towards the cemetery
I just want to be relaxed like a white cloud in my heart
I always feel like my soul has always been
And they figured it out, this point
The blood that flows tells you vividly
When I arrived at the cemetery of my ancestors, it seemed to have arrived
They feel like home. You will reverently pull it out
Paper money, flowers, will be the thorns of the grave
Thatch removal is considered cleaning
The cemetery is another home for the ancestors
The heart is not scared, but also different kind and warm
The monument chattered for a while before leaving with confidence
Take a look at the graves around you
Those are their neighbors
A firecracker exploded and drove away
Wild beasts and wild spirits come to rob the sacrifices and drive away the ghosts in their hearts
If
Text/Cui Weiqun
If only I could still be ashamed of the recklessness I had accumulated
I am saved, saved by enlightenment
There is a fifteen-year-old full moon in the empty heart
Even if you walk on a dark ancient winter night, there is a heart lamp
If I walk, I'm afraid of stepping on ants or grass
I am saved, saved by goodness
Every life is a gift from the Divine
Even if the road of life is tortuous and uneven, it can go far
If I speak with a tongue that hurts someone
I will be saved, saved by cultivation
The spring breeze is the master key
Even a little bit of high explosives can make a difference
If I'm meditating in peace
I was saved, saved by the literati
They were like churches I passed by
Even if you are as stubborn as a stone, you can understand the sermon
The glyph is the left and right legs of the person
The backbone is like iron, and the head is like a mountain
The pen is sluggish, and the word "person" is not easy to write
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