Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry reading manuscript.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poetry recitation is as follows:

Clear rain is surging, and it is our tears that gush from our hearts. Martyrs, today we are gathered to pay tribute to you! Song for you. We are like small pine trees beside the monument, always guarding your side, and we are like flowers in the cemetery, sending greetings and fragrance to you. Qingming rain is a little note, writing a heroic chapter.

Clear rain is surging, and it is our tears that gush from our hearts. Martyrs, today we are gathered to pay tribute to you! Song for you. We are like small pine trees beside the monument, always guarding your side, and we are like flowers in the cemetery, sending greetings and fragrance to you. Qingming rain is a little note, writing a heroic chapter.

On the way to cold food, Song. It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately. Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people. The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal. In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.

I immediately spent the cold food festival in late spring on the road, but looking at the pier by the river, I couldn't see the departure from Luoyang Baqiao. Although I was demoted to the south as a minister, I still miss the wise king in the north, my hometown and a heartbroken place. After a few days and nights, new wicker grows again.