1. During the Qingming Festival, willows sway gently, and ancient people had the custom of "giving willow branches as a farewell." I have no willow to offer, so I send you a text message: I hope we can meet again soon!
2. If one day I die, dear, please cry for me. Tears are transparent, they are to be accepted by you. Tears are the endless thoughts in my heart. Tears are that I really miss you very much.
3. I love you, but I dare not say it. I am afraid that if I say it, I will die. I am not afraid of death, but I fear that after I die, no one will love you as I do.
4. Being lonely in a crowd, being busy in loneliness. The feeling of missing you is like drinking coffee with alcohol. Do you miss me too?
5. Tomorrow is the full moon, be careful! Don't go out, don't look up at the sky! Stay under the covers! Don't let your tail show!
6. Missing you in every boring night. If getting your love is a luxury, tell me, don't let me wait alone every evening without you!
7. The possibility of two people meeting in this vast world is one in ten million, becoming friends is one in two hundred million, and becoming lifelong partners is only one in five billion.
8. I am waiting for you hopelessly, waiting for you without an appointment. The sunset cannot reach my sorrow; I don't know whether you are my passerby or I am yours.
9. Love is deep, feelings are hard to part; feelings are deep, meetings are uncertain! When you are not there, you are my world; when you are with me, the world becomes yours.
10. How did I fall for you? I ask myself. If this is a dream, I wish to sleep forever and never wake up. I can give up anything, yet today I find it hard to leave. Perhaps you never thought I would feel pain.
11. Honoring ancestors and remembering the past.
12. It's Qingming again, where are you expressing your grief?
13. On Qingming, rain falls continuously, travelers on the road feel broken-hearted; I ask where the wine house is, and the shepherd points to the apricot blossom village.
14. The scenery is beautiful, the moon is bright, and many people are paying tribute. The spring breeze has melted the snow, and the descendants never forget the martyrs' grace.
15. Grass and trees know that spring won't last long, all kinds of red and purple flowers compete for beauty. Willow catkins and poplar fluff have no talent, they only know how to float like snow across the sky.
16. Willows in the western city gently play with spring, stirring up sorrow—tears won't stop. Remembering the time when you tied your boat with affection, the green fields and red bridges—the events of that day, now you're gone, and the water flows silently.
17. As the years pass, I see off the travelers, breaking the willows along the roadside. Silent mud sighs, and the Buddha's hand picks up purity! It's Qingming, go to pay respects to the graves.
18. Every year, people visit their ancestors' tombs; everywhere, the virtues of the elders remain.
19. Put a willow branch on the door, and the ghosts will not enter. Please quickly pin a willow branch on your doorstep!
20. The clear wind and bright moon have no price; near water and distant mountains all have emotions.
21. Qingming is the night of the full moon, and the scenery bids me farewell with sorrowful verses. Let's stay awake tonight together, for before the morning bell rings, it is still spring.
22. Rain soaks the handkerchief, wind blows the hat sideways; flowers burn in the mountain scenery, willows lie in the sound of water.
23. The drizzle wets the clothes, and the breeze does not chill the willow wind.
24. On Qingming in the imperial city, I meet the festival and follow the crowds out of the city walls. The streets bloom with fragrant birds singing, and the carriages and horses are both freshened by the first sunny weather.
25. Plant melons and beans around Qingming; planting melons brings melons, planting beans brings beans! I don't plant melons or beans, I plant friendship, which will remain green for life!
26. In darkness, there is always unwavering waiting; in the evening wind, there is eternal expectation. In loneliness, there is always a solitary figure; in thinking of you, there are always tears of longing. ?