Outside Qingming

Storing many years of waiting Gambling with my neighbors I bet my descendants will team up to come This year they won’t miss Nurtured in my arms, my children will bring baskets a vintage, a fresh food After the sun awoke up Moss-paved paths rang Oh, my heart bounced eagerly (The sun skewed…) Gripped by thousands of my yearn I saw tides come and go Burning swiftly, the ghost of money was temptation; was grey happiness Scattered over my neighbors’ chest where weeds were pulled out Rowed out from my veins My children didn’t come Shards of rain seemed to cry •Qingming Festival is the East Asian lunar holiday . it usually begins around 4 or 5 April and ends around 20 April. Dduring these days, relatives gather in graveyard to worship their ancestor.