清明雨时,我在淮河之畔向北望。历史的薄雾轻轻一撩,陶丘变陶山,陶山筑陶馆。陶山花海,长公主的妆奁绵延百里,车马辚辚,迎驾——馆陶,迎来公主,走出皇后。四月的春风没变,春水没变。长门锁烛泪,汉唐明月一轮,照新人,亦照旧人。天家的愁怨来了又去,笼不住民间小儿女。燕赵大地多悲歌,馆陶却独具柔软。战火连绵的焦土, Qingming rain, I looked to the north Huaihe River. Gently pull the mist of history, Taoqiu change Dao Shan, Tao Shan Tao Building Museum. Tushan flowers, princess makeup long stretches Barry, stirrup, welcome drive - Guantao, usher in the princess, out of the Queen. April’s spring breeze has not changed, spring did not change. Long door lock candle tears, Han and Tang Dynasties a round, according to the new, also according to the old man. Melancholy heaven came and went, can not be caged civil children. Yan earth more sad songs, Museum of pottery is unique and soft. Fighting scorched earth,