(Mourning grandpa)

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I miss my old friends on a cold night in Qingming Festival.

Farewell, hatred, sorrow, with the wind,

A curtain of dreams turned into blue smoke.

Recalling the sound and appearance of the past,

But it still seems to be in front of you.

Love and kindness are unforgettable, (it is difficult to forget,)

Thoughts can only be buried in my heart.

Drops of tears are pouring on my neck,

Farewell to the underworld.

Recalling the past became poetry and essays,
Chapter completed!