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下雨的夜晚，街市上不再嘈杂，只有不紧不慢的风声和雨声。在这样的时刻，人们多半都不想出门，友人也不会在此刻造访，于是我自己一人，将自己沉浸在这灵性的世界，聆听来自天外的声音，生出无限的悠情，有时站在窗前眺望这远处的街景，在万家灯火中，如烟似雾的雨帘，朦胧了我的视线。 On a rainy night, there is no more noise in the market, only the gentle wind and rain. At such a time, people mostly don't want to go out, and friends won't visit at this moment, so I immerse myself in the spiritual world, listen to the voice from outside, and create infinite love. Sometimes I stand in front of the window and look at the distant street view. In the thousands of lights, like the rain curtain of smoke and fog, my vision is hazy. 每当细雨滴答滴答地下着，乡间的人们便撑起一把油伞穿着一双木屐，踩着与雨一样好听的旋律，向村外走去。走在细雨湿润过的小路上，脚很舒服，心很惬意，淅淅沥沥的雨水落在油纸伞上，沿着伞面飘落，一滴一滴…… Every time the drizzle drips, people in the countryside hold up an oil umbrella and wear a pair of clogs. They walk to the outside of the village with the melody as pleasant as the rain. Walking on the path moistened by the drizzle, my feet are very comfortable and my heart is very comfortable. The intermittent rain falls on the oil paper umbrella, and falls along the umbrella surface, drop by drop | 
