Make up stories with ancient poems

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

It always rains when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes. Under the erosion of rain, the willows became a little green, the wickers were graceful and danced yangko under the spring breeze. Most areas of the earth are green. What a beautiful spring!

Old buffalo, grazing cowboys by the lake, enjoys the beauty of youth. At this time, a scholar staggered over, wearing a white coat and a "white" hat, stroking his beard, which was not too long. It may be Tomb-Sweeping Day! He was lost in thought, perhaps to miss the dead. Walking in a sparse crowd, he stands out. At this moment, the scholar came over, bowed respectfully to the cowherd and said, "Excuse me, little brother, where is a restaurant nearby?" The cowboy put down the piccolo and thought, maybe he is drowning his sorrows in wine and can't wait to find a hotel! So, he rode on the back of the cow and pointed to the nearby Xinghua Village, a well-known village that specializes in producing good wine. The scholar listened and thanked him. After that, I showed a long-lost smile and went to that mysterious place-"Xinghua Village!"