During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
It was in this drizzle that I walked among the lush Jiangnan water towns holding a worn-out oil-paper umbrella.
Let the lingering rain fall on the umbrella, forming intermittent drops of water. Any pedestrian on the road will feel sad in the soul-breaking season.
He took hurried steps, carrying a bamboo basket covered with white satin, and buried an indifferent face in the oil-paper umbrella.
The woman walked quickly through the sparse crowd, her skirt and black silk stockings drawing a graceful arc in the drizzle without stopping.
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