Qingming Festival
Author: Shi Wangxiang
Continuous Spring Rain
I don’t know how many Qing
Qingming Festival
Author: Shi Wangxiang
Continuous Spring Rain
I don’t know how many Qingming Festivals Xiaoxiao has had
I miss this rain It’s been raining like this since Du Mu’s time
Thinking about this rain
The patter of rain
It’s still slowly moistening
New additions to the mountains The incense ashes and paper money
I want this rain to accompany my grandmother
How many green lanterns have been burning in the underworld
This swaying The wind, the rain, the icy coldness in the body
The desolation and clearness in the heart
The heavy luggage carries more than just memorials
The accumulation of It’s not just nostalgia
May I ask where I can get drunk in a restaurant
The sound of apricot blossoms, spring rain, and the shepherd boy’s flute is endless during the wanderer’s journey
Was the wine flag of Diya in the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River a cloud banner that summons souls?
I am drunk and want to sleep, please go.
Next year, I will bring you the cold food and wine to see if you can accept it. Thank you