There Is the First Rain in Huainan

The bluestone slabs were soaked by the rain, the wooden clogs broke, and the eaves dripped. The black awning smashes the white walls and black tiles, and I see the green loquats peeking out of the window, and my hair is like a willow in the wind. Dusk dyes the eaves, and the lanterns fade away from the shore one after another Looking back, those azure eyes in the setting sun were watching the rain falling in the south of the Yangtze River, and along with her figure, they melted into the curling green smoke. "Li Chuxun, it's raining in Hangzhou, and the world is happy. It turns out that the shore is waiting for the boat, and the boat is waiting for the dusk. I am waiting for you..." "Welcome to Huaihe, it's foggy in the port city, and there's mist and rain. I'd like to go with you to the first rain in Huainan in this life."