The loud voices of streets are drowned in wind violent;

I sit as an invalid¹ to see the Clear and Bright.

I won’t let drop of the sun go down the screen of my bower²;

The willow³ trees reveal their beauty in breeze at dusk.

——Song · Chen Yuyi "Two Quatrains on the Day of Mourning for the Dead (II)"

卷地风抛市井声，病夫危坐了清明。

一帘晚日看收尽，杨柳微风百媚生。

——宋·陈与义《清明二绝（其二）》