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Sun warm early spring gradually to the depths of the season. Speaking of clear, I do not consciously think of it as simple concise, simple to pure verse: "Qingming Festival rain have, pedestrians Deep Sorrow ......"Du Mu's clear, is Mu rain, look at flowers, look for a rustic restaurant, sit down and slow discretion, yaokan distant mountains, misty Yanai. Yiwu market He drank Tang wine, watch the Tang mountain. The Tang Ching Ming, curl around to finish today, as well as one can see, "Qingming" word, to think of apricot, think of rain, think of wine.

Apricot, spring, south. And this is how a picture, it Xinjing sway, not their own. Ching Ming Festival, the town of flowers, have not opened. Hazy spring is brewing a Shining Yan Liu flowers. Qingming birds, the forest seems to awake a lot. Early morning crowing, cut through the dark night, the evening should be and, off the tired sun.The memory of a number of clear, will rain. Qingming rain, the rhythm, lingering tempting, like a touch of wistful, longing rain. Approximately, yiwu map during the Ching Ming festival, in the face of a ridge ridge loess, Lili grass loess, talent exceptionally appreciate the silence of death, and life after all, escape the disillusionment. Thus, in this forbear but mourn tears, the more students know the bright and vivid.In earlier years, I and Tang Shu them, the annual Qingming festival will be similar to his grandfather and father. This is in them, is really a holiday. The rift between weekdays and displeasure, to this day are shuffled around. Every Shangfen end, the mood was very wet like Qingming rain. Repression to suffocate, sad to only a deep silence.

Later years, time to grow into a dandelion me, spring gradually, I also drift to their native place, chasing the so-called dream. Qingming, gradually fade into a solar terms, an ordinary day. Even if suddenly in retrospect, Yiwu Huangyuan Market it can only cries into a heavy sigh. Hu Marsh north, the nest Nanzhi. Clear, let me this long journey of wandering, of growing old hometown, to the nether world of loved ones buried, more than a shallow thoughts, but also more of a deep repentance.