Spring rain rustles and flies.
Floating in the fruit forest, ordering red peach blossoms.
Sprinkle it on the treetops and dye the willow buds green.
Spring rain is as expensive as oil, as fine as silk and as beautiful as painting.
Falling into the wheat field, the wheat straightened its bent body.
The rain fell on the willow branches, so I took a good bath.
Floating to the campus, the campus has become a beautiful garden.
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