It has been raining recently.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. -"A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night" Don Li Shangyin.

Are you okay without me?

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -"Tomb-Sweeping Day" Don Mutu.

You miss your ancestors, and I Du Mu want to drink.

Last night, the rain suddenly dispersed, and a deep sleep did not eliminate the residual wine.

I woke up and looked around, alone. Were you here last night?

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. -"Zhi Zhu Ci" Don Liu Yuxi.

You are like this weather. Say you have no feelings for me, but you seem to have feelings.

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. -"Early Spring Offering Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs" Tang Hanyu.

I remember walking down the street looking for scenery with your umbrella. No matter what the scenery outside is, I only see you.