It rained a lot during Tomb-Sweeping Day. Pedestrians on the road lost their souls. It's another Qingming rain. I'll send you chrysanthemums and sing your favorite songs gently. ⊕ Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming-it rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road are dying. May I ask where there is a restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. In the festive season, peaches and plums smile, and Noda's wasteland is only sad. Without flowers and wine, it is clear and clear, and its interest is as bleak as a wild monk. After the scenery is clear, before Yunshan. Flowers bloom like the old days, and new smoke comes from thousands of wells. In late spring in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I looked at Beishan. Flirting fires a new flame, and tung flowers grow old branches. ⊕ At the beginning of being an official, I was given a clear fire, and the photos were idle, and I was divided into white money. After four years of Chu art in Wu Shan, he changed his appearance at the sight of Qingming. ⊕ There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other; Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. Try to go to the noon gate to see Guo county magistrate, there are new cigarettes in Qingming. Without flowers and wine, it is clear and clear, and its interest is as bleak as a wild monk. Pear blossoms are clear, and wanderers leave the spring city. It's sunny today. You might as well go swimming and forget to go home. The emperor emphasized that people were worried about themselves.