He rode off on a whale
Translator: Legge
Drizzle unremitting falls on Qingming Day;
Broken-hearted travelers pass by.
It was not yet Qingming in Luoyang City, but everyone on the streets had sorrowful looks on their faces.
Each of them wore a small white flower on their chests as a tribute to their respected elder.
The intersection outside Qinghe University's campus was cold and quiet. When people passed by, they would place down a bouquet of flowers at the intersection. Spring had just arrived in Luoyang City, but the blooming peonies and winter jasmines had all been picked and placed here.
It looked like a sea of flowers on the intersection.
Someone said that if Mr. Jiang Xu were still around, he would definitely criticize everyone for this. Flowers should be growing on branches, not plucked and placed down here. Everyone should just observe their beauty from afar.