2. Translation of the whole poem: Tomb-Sweeping Day, the poet can't go home to sweep the grave, but he runs alone on a foreign road, and his heart is no longer a taste; Besides, the weather is not good, a sullen face, the drizzle of cattle hair will fall one after another, the eyes are foggy, and the spring clothes are wet. Poet, it's heartbreaking! Find a hotel to shelter from the rain, warm up and eliminate the sadness in your heart, but where is the hotel?

The poet thought about it and asked the shepherd boy by the roadside. The little shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow pointed to the distance with his hand-oh, in the village full of apricot flowers, the cover of a hotel was raised high, attracting pedestrians!