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Maybe the patter of rain Even though it's not a snap of the fingers, it can still create beautiful memories! A piece of plum blossoms floated in, and you looked at it with a lovely smile, always looking at it with pity, and the crystal raindrops were the tears of the plum blossoms. Your gentle smile is like the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. We all stared at each other in this most tender time. The rain that does not cry silently touches our hearts The tenderness you give is like the silhouette woven by the colorful clouds in the sky after the rain Broken light fills your back as you stand there It seems to me that there are a thousand postures