What are the footsteps of Chun Yu and Chun Yu?

Quietly, quietly, wetly, slowly

Come, come, finally come, the dripping raindrops catch up with the footsteps of spring, bringing the spring to life. Spring was snatched back from Xia's arms. It jumped down in the grass, got into the petals, climbed up the treetops, and rolled down on the concrete floor. It even jumped onto my window sill, drop by drop, and then leaped from the window sill again. On my trouser legs, like a naughty child.

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently!