I don't know how heavy the rain is. I think it has been raining like this since Du Mu's time.
Thought it was raining.
Still getting wet slowly.
A mountain full of new incense ashes and paper money
I want this rain to accompany my grandmother.
How many flashing blue lanterns have been broken in the underworld? The swaying wind and rain are icy and cool.
Sad and clear, heavy-hearted bags carry more than sacrifice.
It's not just homesickness that accumulates. Ask the restaurant where I can get drunk. The flute of the apricot blossom spring rain shepherd boy is endless. The low-lying wine flag in the south of the Yangtze River in the spring rain was once an evocative cloud. I got drunk and left.
Cold food with wine next year.