Looking over the plains to the extreme, what does it mean when spring comes and my heart is full of excitement?

The Qingming Festival expresses thoughts of the deceased.

The whole poem is: See the morning light at the end of the night, and the dead will never return; I can see the plains as far as the eye can see, and I am eager for spring to come.

Relevant verses include: Cold food will make you sick, and you will be embarrassed if you open your lapels. I just hate that my dear, dear Yan, has to sit and spend these beautiful years.

Kneeling in front of the grave for a long time, tears streaming down my face, bit by bit, lingering, lingering in my dreams, but my smile remains the same.