A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Rain on Tomb-sweeping Day
Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.
Sadness. The restless soul walks,
I can't see.
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.
Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Today every year
Have a stubble of missing
Accompanied by the cuckoo's loud cry
Grow up in the hearts of future generations.
A kite flying freely
No matter how far the journey is.
It will be a long and thin line.
Take back the altar in my hometown
Bow down to a pile of loess
Ignite the sadness that has been suppressed for a long time
Call the paradise line again
Let happiness and sadness be interpreted as thoughts soaked in tears.
Ancestors separated by yin and yang
Still releasing warmth.
Put out your dry hands.
Hold fast to the hearts of the younger generation