Qingming modern poem: Qingming rain
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. I can't see the restless soul walking.
Black sleep and dusk live here.
A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.
Serve wine, worship and burn incense.
Solemn. Let the ancestors in. Throw away the water-deficient lightning
Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.
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