Qingming, I walked into your arms. Modern poetry.

Qingming, you are a graceful willow branch.

Yingying is from the West Lake.

In an elegant way. Misty rain never came.

How can that oil-paper umbrella be opened and closed at will?

It was Yan Zi who gently cut off the blue.

Qingming, you are a peach blossom.

The clouds in the west have not dispersed in time.

You have fallen with the wind.

The reverberation of fingertips bypassed the ridge.

The farewell song whimpered and lingered in the valley.

Qingming, you are a pear with rain.

A tree is as white as snow.

Acacia is in the alley at dusk.

A piece of paper floats gracefully in clear water.

Lanzhou carries love and is reluctant to part with it.

Qingming, you are a wandering soul in Tang poetry.

Looking for that touch of spring scenery in the desolate land

The vegetation is green and yellow year after year.

Loyalty, day after day, rolling around

A wisp of kitchen smoke aroused the tearful eyes of many wanderers.

Qingming, you are Gu Teng after one thousand years.

Endless persistence.

Touch the quiet piano of love before time.

Spread out the green radish that Lilac Girl passed through.

Quiet place, accompanied by flowers in life.

Qingming, I accidentally broke into your arms.

I don't want to copy you with beautiful words for a long time.

Although you have flowers and birds, the trees are shaded.

I am still immersed in your sad memories.

There are always too many ideas to remember.