How many degrees of mountain rain and when it is sunny,

The rain hits the flowers and falls the strongest,

Stretching out your hand to pick the moon and the moon is not there,

Look up at the stars and sleep,

The night rain is misty,

The fragrance of flowers is all over the ground,

It was a drizzle to wake up,

But the wind is always merciless,

Crumbling branches with leaves,

The rain is scattered all over the ground,

With a sigh and a stretch of his hand,

The muddy hands are also fragrant,

Relatively speechless and drunk into a dream,

The long pair falls in the heart of melancholy.

Chapter 129 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Ancient style poem Rain Hitting Falling Flowers is in the hand, please wait a while,

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