Spring Night, Happy Rain

Happy rain knows time and season;
Should come in Spring, cause life to rise.

Borne on wind, secretly it enters night;
Soaks all growing things, is fine, without sound.

On path in outskirts, clouds all black;
On boat in river, light shines lone.

At dawn, see places where vermilion blooms are wet
Flowers hang heavy in Embroidered Official City.
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Tu Fu
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