The Qingming rain is exactly the time when spring is cold and cold. The rain moistens the grass leaves, and the grass looks like green holes. The clothes are fluttering, and the fairy music is fluttering. The peach blossoms are covered with rain, and the branches are messy and not very soft. The flowers are burning, and the red makeup is painful. Willows sway in the mist, and the water bank has curls of light blue and blurred ink. The eighty-four-bone bamboo umbrella was torn in the wind, the sound of rain was as clear and heavy as a falling glass lamp, the beautiful wood wanted to be still, but the wind didn't stop.