Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing is spring, when smoke and willows fill the imperial capital.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, which seems ruthless but is affectionate.