There are many graveyards on the hills in the north and south.

Paper ashes fly as white butterflies, and tears stain red azaleas.

The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, while the children return at night and laugh in front of the lamp.

There is wine in life that must be drunk, and one drop never reaches the Nine Springs.

Translation: There are many cemeteries in the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is filled with crowds of people busy visiting the graves. The ashes of the burnt paper fluttered around like white butterflies, weeping miserably, as if the cuckoo bird was about to spit out blood when it wailed. At dusk, the silent cemetery is deserted, with the fox alone lying asleep on the grave, and at night, the sons and daughters returning from the graves are laughing and joking in front of the lamps. Therefore, when a man is alive, he should drink wine and enjoy blessings. After the death of a person, the children to the grave of the sacrificial wine which has a drop of flow to the netherworld it?