天灰了，人散了。街道上传来一声声敲打的声音，原来是人们在做好吃的清明果呀！雨下了起来，滴在做清明果的容器里，滴在那绿绿的面团上，显得更加诱人了。
The sky is grey and the people are scattered. There is a sound of knocking on the street. It turns out that people are making delicious qingmingguo! It began to rain, drop in the container of qingmingguo, drop on the green dough, it seemed more attractive.
雨细细的，就像千万根尖针落下来，变成一个个深浅不一的小土坑。让我不由得想起了唐代诗人杜牧《清明》“清明时节雨纷纷，路上行人欲断魂。”
Rain thin, like tens of thousands of needle down, into a small pit of varying depths. I can not help but think of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's "Qingming", "Qingming season rain one after another, passers-by want to break their souls."
一位大爷手拿一个粗长的棍子用力地敲打着面团，一边敲，一边还念着一首诗还是一个童谣，节奏感很好，旋律也很美妙，只可惜我一个字也没听懂。大爷敲打，大娘揉面，真是“男女搭配，干活不累。”
A big man was beating the dough with a thick and long stick. He was still reading a poem or a nursery rhyme. He had a good sense of rhythm and melody, but I didn't understand a word. I beat and knead. It's true that "men and women work together, but I'm not tired."
我在一旁呆呆的看着他们，自己也想“玩一玩”。我迫不及待地跑过去拿起那粗壮的棍子，拿棍子可真重呀，就算我使出全身的力气，它还是得意洋洋，纹身不动地站在那里，还时不时对着我坏笑。
I was staring at them, and I wanted to play. I can't wait to run over and pick up the thick stick. It's really heavy. Even if I put all my strength into it, it's still triumphant. The tattoo stands still and laughs at me from time to time.
我拿它没办法，只好去帮他们印清明果。这“印”可不是把什么东西印在清明果上，而是把清明果面团放在一个容器里，让它成形。
I can't take it, so I have to help them print the qingmingguo. This "seal" is not to print something on Qingming fruit, but to put Qingming fruit dough in a container and let it take shape.
看着自己制作的清明果心里别提多高兴，再咬一口更是美滋滋的。这个清明节过得真是滋味！
Looking at the qingmingguo made by myself, I'm not too happy. It's even more beautiful to take another bite. This Qingming Festival is really delicious!