1, it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
The cold wind at night caressed the stars.
Dark clouds gather quietly.
The moonlight repeated Leng Yan through the cracks.
Open touching tears
The desire for admiration welled up.
Gently away from dreams
Endless tenderness and dust
What's left between your fingers is
Charm of Qingshan Xiushui
Where is the bluestone path?
Winding into a beautiful poem
2. People on the road want to die.
The lights outside the mountain window in the distance
The shadow of the city that never sleeps
Will play the heartbeat of dawn
The soul of a previous life flew away.
Wind chimes laugh all over the mountain.
Shake the crisp raindrops
Long clothes are dancing on the treetops.
This is a resting place for pedestrians.
In twos and threes, it's a mess.
Something seems to have been lost.
Crows are singing overhead.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
Lost mood, wandering path
Would you like a cup of green tea?
Concentrate on drinking tea
Look around the colorful flags in the distance of the mountains.
Hunting is bright.
It's a woman's dress.
A poet who cries weakly.
There are many different styles and hardships.
4. The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
The melodious drooping petals of piccolo
Wet clothes and a little dream
Don't be sunny tomorrow.
Just find a barrel of wine.
Lying on the green grass
Listen to the wind and put your troubles away.
Blow out a dream