"Qingming" by Huang Tingjian:
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves are filled with sorrow.
Thunder shakes the sky and earth, dragons and snakes sting, and rain falls on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil ***.
During the Qingming Festival, the continuous spring rain makes the land lush with grass and peaches and plums in full bloom. The desolate parts of the wild fields are cemeteries where the dead are buried. The dead sleep underground, making the living feel sad.