Excuse me, where is the restaurant? There is a shepherd boy who gives directions-Xinghua Village.
Qingming always gives people the impression of rainy days.
Or stormy, or rainy, from morning till dusk,
In foggy and rainy Shan Ye, on muddy roads,
There are always grave-sweepers facing the wind and rain, embellishing loneliness and going again;
Or in groups of three or five, helping the elderly and carrying the young, or one or two lonely shadows, one person limping.
The distant mountains are hidden in the clouds, and the trees are caged in front of the lonely smoke.
Bridges flow, crows cry sadly, rain washes clear autumn, and wind blows sadness.
I only saw misty rain, but I didn't see people and kitchen smoke.
What a sad and lonely journey, what a sad and wandering picture.
Looking up, I saw the graveyard dark:
Hundreds of graves arched and thousands of stone tablets stood in the forest; Misty rain, fragrant grass leaves.
A desolate, a sad, a dead silence!
The mountains are lonely and sparsely populated, and the trees are raining!
The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, the sorrow is long and the sorrow is misty.
Don't be ecstatic, where is the incense?
Pull up a pile of messy grass, put down a few glasses of iced wine, burn a handful of paper money,
The wind and rain are coming, the cups are full of sorrow, the weeds are full of smoke, and there is nothing to say.
It's just that my heart is full of faint sadness, faint sadness!
The dead are gone, and the living are always sad! The voice and face are vivid,
When I inculcate, my words are still in my ears, but my customers are rushing into the water.
Go to the end of the world with fate, where do you miss the lonely grave?