A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Translation:
During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out.
Where can local people buy wine to drown their sorrows? The shepherd boy just smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.
2. Yan Shu (Song), "Broken Spring Scenes"
Swallow came to the news agency, after the Qingming Festival in pear flower falls. At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. The days are long and the ice floes are light.
Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao. The suspect had a good dream last night, but Yuan won today. Laughter comes from two faces.
Translation:
Swallows fly just in time for the social sacrifice, and pears fly just in time for Tomb-Sweeping Day. A few pieces of moss dotted the clear water in the pool, and the songs of orioles lingered among the branches and leaves of the trees, only watching catkins flying.
On the way to Caisang, I met my smiling east neighbor. No wonder I had a beautiful dream on a spring night last night. This indicates my victory on the grass today! I can't help smiling.
3. Feng Yansi (Five Dynasties)
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
Translation:
In the shade, a unique and quiet building stands quietly alone, and the winding railings are close to the green trees, which set each other off. The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the yellow-green willows are swaying in the wind.
The spring is beautiful, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the hairspring is curling, and catkins are flying. This is already the scene of late spring. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and delicate and charming, it began to rain lightly. In such a deep relationship, she could not help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found.