The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is falling, bit by bit, hitting the bottom of people's hearts. The rising water is like the flowers that bloomed on the grassland many years ago... It's just that things have changed and we can no longer go back.
The innocence of many years ago has long been lost, and the place of return for change has long been lost. Let those young, frivolous and ignorant infatuations pass away with this Jiangnan rain.
But in life, there is no need to go back to the past.
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