One year is clear, and the rain swallows the willow and loses its soul.
Silent Qingshan people, money, paper and candles.
2, "Qingming" Heshui Zuo
It rains heavily on willows, and thousands of children chase graves.
Smoke rises everywhere in Castle Peak, burning incense to worship ancestors.
3, "Su Causeway Qingming is a thing" Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.