“In the season of Qing Ming rain falls ceaseless through the day. Traveling amongst the mourners, my soul begins to fray. Where might one find a drink of wine, I ask a shepherd boy. He points out a village deep in apricot blossoms, deep, deep down the way.” — Du Mu (803-852 A.D.)
The poem I cited in this composition is a famous poem called 《Qing Ming 清明》…
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