The sky is raining cats and dogs, crystal drops of water are falling from the hair, the sky is full of tears, the breeze is cool and the heart is wet, the heaven and the earth are divided into two ways, tears are acacia, and willows are gradually emerging and continuing. Yesterday, the leaves were changed, and the flowers in Xinger were full of pale colors. The petals fell all over the floor, and continued. The flowers blossomed and fell, and the white was mourning. Today is not yesterday, but peace and happiness.
Look at the clear rain, how much the world of mortals has been nourished, the bustling blue world, and the breeding of crazy thoughts. Look at this clear rain, pedestrians are full of tears, telling old feelings.
Look at the clear rain, a cup of loess and a few incense, which burned all the paper money all over the sky. I feel distressed when love is gone. Look at this clear rain, dry your tears sadly, and embark on a journey tomorrow. The road extends under my feet, and the beauty lies in the reshaping of life.
After listening to the wind and rain, I wrote it in Tomb-Sweeping Day. I want to pay tribute to our heroes with the most beautiful poem in the world. However, I didn't do it. I find that I can't express my high respect in words.
So, I picked the red azaleas from the hillside and arranged them in three rows. Then, I sang to them loudly, and I saw the sun shining brightly in the middle of the sky.