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Good rain know season At spring be happen Follow wind secretly enter night Moist thing soft without sound Country road cloud all black River boat fire alone bright Dawn see red wet place Flower heavy brocade government city |
The good rain knows its season, When spring arrives, then it comes. It follows the wind secretly into the night, And moistens all things softly, without sound. On the country road, the clouds are all black, On the river, the single fire on a boat is bright. At dawn one sees this place now red and wet, The flowers are heavy in the brocade city. |