A curtain of heavy rain slapped the land of Xiamen,
I may be sheltered from the rain,
Maybe I want to listen to the rain tasting tea;
Or want to witness how the autumn rain drives away the heat;
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Summer should be receding!
Let the autumn wind write,
Paint a piece of red dust,
Sometimes thick ink and sometimes light color,
And the blank space,
ay! May the Zen heart of Yun Shui,
Don't ask where the end of the world is,
Fireworks and red dust do not disturb old dreams,
Meditate and taste tea!