——Rain is a song, but also a poem, is wine, is also tea, is lonely, is also Qinghuan... Listen quietly, the sound of rain babbling, perhaps, this is also a rush of thousands of rivers and mountains!
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When the brakes are windy, they pour into rain.
Some down in the eyes, some down in the heart.
Under the eyes, is the scenery, down in the heart, into the disease.
Down to the sore spot, the old feelings, the new thoughts, converge into a river.
Rain fell on every river, the water was wider, the current was rapid, or, more turbulent.
Quietly listen to the sound of the rain, through the rain fog, feel the pain to understand.
In the rain, the loneliness that could not be pushed apart bloomed.
The poem says that the wind always blows down the petals of the flowers to spread under the feet, and also scatters the end of the world.
The rain always falls on the parting alleys and on the heart.
Well, whatever has ever been, always flooded with the light of the candles.
Whoever is intoxicated will never cross the fence and parapet of memory.
I want to say that the fragmentary light used to look up!
It's just that gradually a thousand mountains are far away, and the rivers and lakes are vast.
Well, may the July wind blow away your smile and mine; may the July rain moisten your sky and moisten mine.
(ii)
The rain has no emotion, and it is long and endless.
What has emotions is the heart, and it gives the rain poncho a sad and joyful.
At dusk, rain blanketed the entire city.
Leaning out of the window to listen to the rain.
Some people say that rain is a song and a poem.
I said, rain is wine, but also tea, is lonely, but also happy.
Listen quietly, the sound of rain babbling, perhaps, this is a rush of thousands of rivers and mountains!
(iii)
Listen to the rain, listen with your heart, and hear the time.
Listen carefully and hear yourself.