Qingming, gives the impression is always a wet rain. It seems to rain, clear and bright that it can be able to appear the slightest hint of sadness and remembrance of flavors. Qingming sake of rain, but the rain set off the Qingming. Looking at the drift of the rain, it attracted more people's minds and thinking that touch of sadness. Rain or rain unbridled lunacy, or sweetness and light, from early morning to evening on the occasion, filled with mountains in the misty rain, the hard line in the muddy road, there is always wind and rain, dotted solitude, trekking heavy trekking The grave; or small groups, young and old, or twelve Guying, limp limp alone. Mountains hidden in the mist, near the tree in front of the cage Smoke, bridges, worry crow moaning, Yuxi clear autumn, the wind sadness, only to see a vast misty rain, but not people with smoke. What a sad lonely Streams, what a chilling picture of a loss. Even the rise of hope, cemetery sadly see: a hundred graves arch, thousands Beilin legislation; misty rain Meng Meng, Ho Lili grass. Desolate, a chilling, silence! Mountain solitary thin smoke, tree drizzle sound dilute! Wind fluttering, Yu Xiaoxiao, grief long, tragic transitory man, Murdoch is not ecstasy, where subtle fragrance surplus sleeves? Pull the net a grass, placed under a few glasses of cold wine on a paper money to burn, the storm worry Sharen, cup earth with worry, weeds Tobacco, actually speechless, only fills the faint of heart, and a touch of melancholy sad! Long gone dead, survivors never pregnant sad! Smiles, vividly, the former all sorts, still made in our ears, but Kexin by water, revel to the horizon, read Trinidad solitary graves where the Loneliness?
When recollection teenager, Ching Ming Festival and the rain, in my mind just a beautiful picture. Wind drift of the rain, a horseback hurry poor poet, leaned toward a small boy, boy standing in the road, one hand holding a whip in one hand and pointing between distant cottage. Over the thatched cottage, one side red wine streamers when hidden now in a thin drizzle. This is probably derived from "Qingming" This poem it. Tomb Sweeping Festival rain have, pedestrians Deep Sorrow. I ask where there are restaurants? Shepherd boy Yao Zhi Heng Fa Chuen. "Qingming Festival rain have, pedestrians Deep Sorrow." Why, "Lethal"? Because "tomb shadows poplar, full dying at." I worry for years, it gave me this poem is one such Tianmei mood. Juvenile carefree time is always short, like childhood sensational of a kite, torn apart by the line, then disappeared without a trace, everywhere also looking unlikely. This poem, read today still so sad, so kind. Throughout the ages, certain common humanity, good feelings, universal communication, ancient and modern communication. Personnel there are metabolized into between ancient and modern. Students who will always continue to be the deceased. Some say, thoughts of others will as time goes by, more and more light. I think, perhaps for the loved ones and friends miss it just the opposite. Even after a long time again, every time you remember them smiles, our hearts will always be some sour cool feeling. Even a decade, several decades, this feeling does not weaken, disappear, but will become more intense. Because of this, the festival will become a spread for thousands of day; Qingming rain, only endless places have to, this is probably the induction of sorrow for people's minds now. It is clear and bright. "Men do not cry easily," I can not cry. But relatives Embrace Embrace thoughts, shed all the tears, the memories will not be a burden of life. Once again, we appreciate the love and warmth of this world, put together a broken heart, smiled again raised life of sailing. We lament impermanence Life is short, ever really loved, life would not exist regret. A helping hand to others in need, keep themselves in frustration optimistic, as long as the heart, love, love will have no regrets, life is always beautiful in the spring. Please Qingming rain there, and I hope she predictable, even if it is difficult to flow the world want to stream tears it!
清明，給人的印象總是一片濕雨。仿佛有了這雨，清明才更能顯得出它淡淡悲涼和絲絲憶念的味道來。是清明成全了這場(chǎng)雨，更是這雨襯托了清明。望著飄灑的細(xì)雨，才更能引得人們心中那種淡淡的哀愁和思。這雨或是風(fēng)狂雨恣，或是和風(fēng)細(xì)雨，從清晨開始，至黃昏之際，在煙雨彌漫的山野中，在泥濘難行的小路上，總有頂風(fēng)冒雨，點(diǎn)綴寂寥，行行重行行的掃墓人；或三五成群，扶老攜幼，或一二個(gè)孤影，跚跚獨(dú)行。遠(yuǎn)山隱在云霧里，近樹籠在孤煙前，小橋流水，愁鴉悲啼，雨洗清秋，風(fēng)吹哀愁，唯見煙雨一片蒼茫，不見人家與炊煙。好一個(gè)傷感寂寥的行旅，好一個(gè)凄迷彷徨的畫面。抬頭偶望，墓地黯然見：百墳拱起，千碑林立；煙雨朦朦，青草何離離。一片荒涼，一片凄迷，一片死寂！山孤煙霧薄，樹小雨聲??！風(fēng)飄飄，雨瀟瀟，哀思悠悠，悲情渺渺，莫道不銷魂，何處暗香盈袖？拔凈一片亂草，擺下幾杯冷酒，燒上一把紙錢，風(fēng)雨愁煞人，杯土帶愁，雜草含煙，竟無言以對(duì)，唯有心底彌滿幽幽的愁緒和淡淡的哀愁！死者長已矣，存者永懷悲！音容笑貌，歷歷在目，昔日種種，猶言在耳，但客心逐流水，隨緣到天涯，念千里孤墳何處話凄涼？ 回味少年時(shí)，清明節(jié)和雨，在我的印象中只是一幅優(yōu)美的畫卷。隨風(fēng)飄灑的細(xì)雨中，一位騎著馬趕路的清貧詩人，俯身向著一個(gè)小牧童，牧童站在道旁，一手握著鞭子，一手遙遙指著間草房。草房上空，一面紅色的酒幡在薄薄的細(xì)雨中時(shí)隱時(shí)現(xiàn)。這大概是源于《清明》這首詩吧。清明時(shí)節(jié)雨紛紛，路上行人欲斷魂。借問酒家何處有？牧童遙指杏花村。“清明時(shí)節(jié)雨紛紛，路上行人欲斷魂?！睘槭裁础皵嗷辍?？因?yàn)椤肮拍够ㄓ鞍讞顦?，盡是生死離別處。”我無憂的歲月里，這首詩所給予我的就是這樣一種恬美的意境。少年無憂的時(shí)光總是短暫的，就像童年放起的一只風(fēng)箏，掙斷了線，便消失的無影無蹤，到處也尋覓不到了。這首詩，今天讀來仍然那么哀怨，那么親切。古往今來，人性中某些共同的、美好的感情，四海相通，古今相通。人事有代謝，往來成古今。生者總是會(huì)不斷地成為逝者。有人說，對(duì)別人的思念會(huì)隨著時(shí)間的流逝，越來越淡。我想，或許對(duì)于至愛親人的思念恰恰與之相反吧。即使過了再長的時(shí)間，在每次憶起他們音容笑貌時(shí)，我們的心中總會(huì)有些酸酸涼涼的感覺吧。哪怕是十年、幾十年，這種感覺也不會(huì)減弱、消失，反而會(huì)變的更加強(qiáng)烈。正因如此，清明節(jié)才會(huì)成為一個(gè)流傳千年的日子；清明時(shí)節(jié)的細(xì)雨，才會(huì)綿綿不絕地紛紛而至，這大概是對(duì)于人們心中哀愁的感應(yīng)吧。又是清明了?！澳袃河袦I不輕彈”，我不能流淚。但對(duì)親人綣綣的思念，灑下所有的淚，回憶就不僅僅再是生活的負(fù)擔(dān)。我們?cè)俅误w會(huì)人世間的愛心與溫暖，拼合破碎的心，微笑著重新?lián)P起生活的風(fēng)帆。我們感慨世事無常人生苦短，曾經(jīng)真正愛過，生命便不存在遺憾。援手于他人危難，自己在挫折中保持樂觀，只要心中有愛，愛就會(huì)沒有遺憾，人生永遠(yuǎn)是美麗的春天。有拜托清明的細(xì)雨了，希望她如期而至，就算是世人欲流而難流的淚吧！
清明，給人的印象總是一片濕雨。仿佛有了這雨，清明才更能顯得出它淡淡悲涼和絲絲憶念的味道來。是清明成全了這場(chǎng)雨，更是這雨襯托了清明。望著飄灑的細(xì)雨，才更能引得人們心中那種淡淡的哀愁和思。這雨或是風(fēng)狂雨恣，或是和風(fēng)細(xì)雨，從清晨開始，至黃昏之際，在煙雨彌漫的山野中，在泥濘難行的小路上，總有頂風(fēng)冒雨，點(diǎn)綴寂寥，行行重行行的掃墓人；或三五成群，扶老攜幼，或一二個(gè)孤影，跚跚獨(dú)行。遠(yuǎn)山隱在云霧里，近樹籠在孤煙前，小橋流水，愁鴉悲啼，雨洗清秋，風(fēng)吹哀愁，唯見煙雨一片蒼茫，不見人家與炊煙。好一個(gè)傷感寂寥的行旅，好一個(gè)凄迷彷徨的畫面。抬頭偶望，墓地黯然見：百墳拱起，千碑林立；煙雨朦朦，青草何離離。一片荒涼，一片凄迷，一片死寂！山孤煙霧薄，樹小雨聲??！風(fēng)飄飄，雨瀟瀟，哀思悠悠，悲情渺渺，莫道不銷魂，何處暗香盈袖？拔凈一片亂草，擺下幾杯冷酒，燒上一把紙錢，風(fēng)雨愁煞人，杯土帶愁，雜草含煙，竟無言以對(duì)，唯有心底彌滿幽幽的愁緒和淡淡的哀愁！死者長已矣，存者永懷悲！音容笑貌，歷歷在目，昔日種種，猶言在耳，但客心逐流水，隨緣到天涯，念千里孤墳何處話凄涼？ 回味少年時(shí)，清明節(jié)和雨，在我的印象中只是一幅優(yōu)美的畫卷。隨風(fēng)飄灑的細(xì)雨中，一位騎著馬趕路的清貧詩人，俯身向著一個(gè)小牧童，牧童站在道旁，一手握著鞭子，一手遙遙指著間草房。草房上空，一面紅色的酒幡在薄薄的細(xì)雨中時(shí)隱時(shí)現(xiàn)。這大概是源于《清明》這首詩吧。清明時(shí)節(jié)雨紛紛，路上行人欲斷魂。借問酒家何處有？牧童遙指杏花村。“清明時(shí)節(jié)雨紛紛，路上行人欲斷魂?！睘槭裁础皵嗷辍?？因?yàn)椤肮拍够ㄓ鞍讞顦?，盡是生死離別處。”我無憂的歲月里，這首詩所給予我的就是這樣一種恬美的意境。少年無憂的時(shí)光總是短暫的，就像童年放起的一只風(fēng)箏，掙斷了線，便消失的無影無蹤，到處也尋覓不到了。這首詩，今天讀來仍然那么哀怨，那么親切。古往今來，人性中某些共同的、美好的感情，四海相通，古今相通。人事有代謝，往來成古今。生者總是會(huì)不斷地成為逝者。有人說，對(duì)別人的思念會(huì)隨著時(shí)間的流逝，越來越淡。我想，或許對(duì)于至愛親人的思念恰恰與之相反吧。即使過了再長的時(shí)間，在每次憶起他們音容笑貌時(shí)，我們的心中總會(huì)有些酸酸涼涼的感覺吧。哪怕是十年、幾十年，這種感覺也不會(huì)減弱、消失，反而會(huì)變的更加強(qiáng)烈。正因如此，清明節(jié)才會(huì)成為一個(gè)流傳千年的日子；清明時(shí)節(jié)的細(xì)雨，才會(huì)綿綿不絕地紛紛而至，這大概是對(duì)于人們心中哀愁的感應(yīng)吧。又是清明了?！澳袃河袦I不輕彈”，我不能流淚。但對(duì)親人綣綣的思念，灑下所有的淚，回憶就不僅僅再是生活的負(fù)擔(dān)。我們?cè)俅误w會(huì)人世間的愛心與溫暖，拼合破碎的心，微笑著重新?lián)P起生活的風(fēng)帆。我們感慨世事無常人生苦短，曾經(jīng)真正愛過，生命便不存在遺憾。援手于他人危難，自己在挫折中保持樂觀，只要心中有愛，愛就會(huì)沒有遺憾，人生永遠(yuǎn)是美麗的春天。有拜托清明的細(xì)雨了，希望她如期而至，就算是世人欲流而難流的淚吧！