白浪茫茫与海连,平沙浩浩四无边。暮去朝来淘不住,遂令东海变桑田。清明之后的薄雨天气,水乡居民得了很好的理由不出门。屋瓦上,炊烟如一条游龙,惊动竹林内避雨的谷雀,以为起了雾,走了雨。我打从街道走过,湿滑的石板拉着我的瘦影。影子浮在石上,有点人在江湖之感。瓦檐下的民家正在烹煮什么呢?祭祖的牲礼还在,此刻或有巧妇站在灶前,料理今晚的丰宴。清明之后,邀亲族聚坐,说说生的年岁或逝者 White boundless and even the sea, Ping Sha vast boundless. Twilight to Amoy could not, so that the East China Sea changed Kuwata. The rainy weather after the Ching Ming, water villagers got a good reason not to go out. Roof tile, smoke as a travel dragon, alerted the bamboo forest shelter from the rain, thought it played a fog, go the rain. I hit the street, slippery slate took my shadow. Shadow floating in the stone, a little feeling in the arena. What is cooking under the eaves of the people? Sacrificial sacrifice is still, at this moment or clever standing in front of the stove, cooking feast tonight. After the Ching Ming, invited relatives to sit, talk about the age of the students or dead