It's Qingming again, and the composition model has a subtitle.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls ..." Every year in this solar term, we will meditate on this poem by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, to express our feelings for our ancestors.

On this day, we will come to the grave, place a bunch of flowers, burn some paper money, express our thoughts and blessings to our loved ones, and silently pray for them in our hearts, wishing them a happy life on the other side of heaven. At this time, we can't help but recall the years they spent with us, and those pictures seem to be still vivid. I can't help crying when I think about this.

The scenery of spring in the distance gradually caught my eye. Birds are singing sonatas in spring. Red flowers are everywhere, golden cauliflower is everywhere, buds blow and leaves fall, green buds grow, and everything is revived everywhere, which shows the beginning of a new life for the dead, a beginning full of expectations and blessings.

This is a season of spring, a season full of hope, and a season when a new life begins. While remembering the past, we should also be full of hope for the future, cherish life, make our life more meaningful, and don't waste such a beautiful life.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, on such a special day, let us have a new understanding of life.