Qingming
The rain falls continuously in this season.
“Songs on Qingming”
By Liu Xin
The bright moon calls the white snow,
All flowers welcome the gentle breeze.
In the end, it’s just a cycle of the four seasons.
Another year of Qingming has arrived.
The memories and smiles are still vivid in my mind.
Recalling them fills me with deeper emotion.
At the end of spring, a coldness like late autumn feels like a reality.
The garden is filled with fragrance, yet the fallen flowers are lamented.
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad.
If the heart remains full of joy,
Even the lingering fragrance warms the soul.
I raise my cup and go out into the green fields,
Singing and drinking as I walk.
The wine causes tears to flow,
All dyed with the green and the red, intoxicated by the world.
