"The spring rain is wet with apricot flowers, the mountains are flickering and the willows are oblique. Dongfeng explained to me what I want and sent him to your home. "

My understanding only represents me personally. Spring rain, as expensive as oil, spilled on the earth during the Qingming period, wetting the apricot flowers with thick spring. During the Qingming Festival, it rained in succession, missing old friends and going to the grave. Burn some watch paper in front of the old man's grave in the hill. The breeze blew, the fire went out, the smoke curled up, and the willow tips were inclined. I miss you so much that I want to fall in love with my old friend. It seems that the wind and smoke have gone to the rain to understand people's feelings, and quietly gave this affection to my old friend who has gone far away from heaven.