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Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

Teenagers listen to rain songs upstairs, and red candles are faint; In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the boat, Jiang Kuoyun's low-cut geese are called the west wind; Now listening to the rain monk furnace, there are stars on the temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless and will last until dawn.