The spring rain was pouring down, and I held up the oil-paper umbrella
The bluestone on the ground splashed with water splashes
The sleeping street quilt Wake up the swallows and return with soil in their mouths
The grass gradually reveals its buds and lowers its head to think about the mystery of spring
The crowds coming and going in a hurry are all attending an appointment with XX
Looking up from the strings of raindrops, a series of wonderful fates are connected
A curtain of rain opens the footsteps of spring
Walking silently with an expectation
Waiting for an unexpected encounter
On the dreamy bridge, the eternal scenery in the heart
Spring is coming, I am waiting for you
Waiting The unknown is waiting for you in the unknown