Rewrite Du Mu's Qingming into a modern poem.

Qingming, rain

Successive reproduction

Like an elf who fell into the world.

Walker path

Rare

Like the shadow left by the elves when they leave.

Lengxiao

Never been so close.

Good wine

Became the best confidant

Because it can-

Sweep away the ripples in my heart

Old boys returning at dusk.

A slow old cow

Behind them.

It belongs to Xinghua Village-

Loneliness in early spring. . . . .