A three-line love poem about Qingming Festival

The three-line love poem about the Qingming Festival is as follows:

1. "Qingming Festival"

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

Translation: During the Qingming Festival, the poet could not go home to visit his grave, but he was alone on the road in a foreign land. The water fell down one after another, my eyes were misty, and my spring shirt was wet.

Poet, my soul is almost broken! Find a hotel to take shelter from the rain, warm yourself up, and relieve your worries. But where is the hotel? The poet thought about it and asked the shepherd boy on the roadside. The little shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow pointed in the distance with his hand - Oh, in that village full of apricot flowers, a hotel was raised up in front of it, attracting pedestrians!

2. "The First Spring Rain in Lin'an"

The world is as thin as gauze in recent years, who makes people ride in Beijing? The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming Dynasty. Low paper is laid out diagonally, grass is being made leisurely, and tea is served with fine breasts under the clear window. Wear plain clothes and don't sigh in the wind and dust. It's still time to arrive home during the Qingming Festival.

Translation: In recent years, the interest in being an official has been as light as a thin veil. Who asked me to ride a horse to Kyoto as a guest and be tainted by the prosperity? Living in a small building, I listened to the patter of spring rain all night long. In the early morning, I heard people hawking apricot blossoms deep in the alley.

I spread out a small piece of paper and scribbled it calmly and diagonally, each word in order. I carefully boiled water, made tea, skimmed foam, and tried to taste famous tea in front of the window on a sunny day. Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain your pure white clothes. During the Qingming Festival, you still have time to return to your hometown in Sanin by Jinghu Lake.