Watch the rain, Chen and translation, but don't appreciate the fact that Longzhong doesn't understand agriculture.

The doddering hermit didn't slack off his farming, but sat in the room with the window wide open and watched the rain or shine outside. The river in front of the house and the mountains behind the house are cloudless in Wan Li, and the rolling mountains and green forests send rumbling rain. The wind blowing from the water made the bamboo branches fall and rise again, and the ridge surging with dark clouds was clearly destroyed. I don't mind leaking rain from broken houses, just to wash soldiers' weapons and guns through this storm! (this is a literal translation, and appreciation goes without saying. )