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Gu Yu pushed the plough and stepped on the rake to plant the seedlings, and the lightning and thunder came to the valley rain. The water is full of Nagatayun's eyes are closed, and the wind fan Asakusa wooden window is open. The strings beat the rice waves softly, and the sweat spilled the golden pool to moisten the jade cheeks. The sound of bamboo flutes turns old dreams, yellow mud

Valley Rain

Push the plough and step on the rake to plant the seedlings,

Lightning and thunder valley rain come.

Water full of Nagata cloud eyes closed,

Wind fan Asakusa wooden window opens.

Strings beat the rice waves and soothes,

Sweat sprinkles gold pool moisturizes jade cheeks.

The sound of bamboo flutes turns old dreams,

Yellow mud warms the singing platform everywhere.

Gu Yu pushed the plough and stepped on the rake to plant the seedlings, and the lightning and thunder came to the valley rain. The water is full of Nagatayun's eyes are closed, and the wind fan Asakusa wooden window is open. The strings beat the rice waves softly, and the sweat spilled the golden pool to moisten the jade cheeks. The sound of bamboo flutes turns old dreams, yellow mud
Gu Yu pushed the plough and stepped on the rake to plant the seedlings, and the lightning and thunder came to the valley rain. The water is full of Nagatayun's eyes are closed, and the wind fan Asakusa wooden window is open. The strings beat the rice waves softly, and the sweat spilled the golden pool to moisten the jade cheeks. The sound of bamboo flutes turns old dreams, yellow mud
Gu Yu pushed the plough and stepped on the rake to plant the seedlings, and the lightning and thunder came to the valley rain. The water is full of Nagatayun's eyes are closed, and the wind fan Asakusa wooden window is open. The strings beat the rice waves softly, and the sweat spilled the golden pool to moisten the jade cheeks. The sound of bamboo flutes turns old dreams, yellow mud

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