Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind Silent, it moistens everything.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Xiao, look at that red and wet place. The town is full of flowers.
Good rain seems to pick the right time, arrival in the spring of everything. With the breeze, quietly into the night. Fine and dense, nourishing everything on the earth. Thick dark clouds covered fields and alleys, and small lights were lit, and fishing boats on the river flashed. Look at the flowers with dew tomorrow morning, and Chengdu will be full of flowers.