Spring Festival ancestor worship poems

Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead.

The glory of the lintel is the afterlife, and the ancestral graves are filled with smoke.

Born an outstanding person, he will be a ghost hero after death. Our generation is long gone, and the flowers on the other side are thick.

A dead end is black, and the ancestors are wise.

There are six ways for Yamaraja to learn.

Although Yin and Yang are strangers, reincarnation need not be fleeting.

The grandchildren of the deceased kowtowed and worshipped, while the ancestors slept.

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety and filial piety cannot be confused, but I would like to be the cenotaph of future generations.