The weather is bright and fine on the Chung Yeung Festival,
We would worship our ancestors in this special seasonal.
On that day, we bring roasted meat and joss candle.
Ascending the height, we sweep the ancestral grave in faithful.
None will put pepper on their hair to get rid of evil.
Most Chinese still drink chrysanthemum wine as usual.
Traffic jam makes us missing the lunch. What a pity!
Long queues are seen outside all restaurants in our city.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem