我遥想着你站在那山的高处,远眺来时路,耳畔早莺长鸣。那是农历四月五日清明,天灰得像是哭过,望那山路蜿蜒渐渐入了眼,剪不短,理还乱。犹记得刘希夷的《代悲白头翁》中的千古名句:“年年岁岁花相似,岁岁年年人不同。” I am thinking of you standing in the height of that mountain, overlooking the road, ears longing Ying long. That is the Qingming on April 5, the moon, gray as if crying, looking at the winding mountain gradually into the eye, not too short cut, chaos. I still remember Liu Xi Yi’s “generation sad compassionate” in the ages of famous: “Year of the year flowers similar to the age difference between years.”