Qingming

The world has been covered with thick green in April.

With full of vitality

Memories covering land pain

Despite the harsh winter

Despite the heavy snow, the world’s blanks have been rendered.

But that kind of endless nostalgia

Always buried deep underground

Under the clear rain

More like pure green grass

In April, the teacher took us to the suburbs.

Picking the most beautiful flowers

Dedicated to the martyrs

After the baptism of the clear rain

Our steps are also more determined

It will be the sunshine of May in front of you.

And the eyes of the ancestors behind

Always staring at us deeply

We read what the gaze is full of.

Frequently read new content

Like every one on the vast land

New spring