Rain in Jiangnan, the same gray, knowing it was spent, but I do not know flowers fragrant;
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风吹起你的名字，月谢落过往的尘缘，明天，烟雨江南孕育的第一缕晨曦，有谁能解它的情衷？
Wind blows afloat your name, the moon put down to the dust the passing world-bound, and tomorrow, the first ray of the rising sun in Jiangnan, is there anyone who can read its feeling?
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远处升起炊烟袅袅，“细雨鱼儿出，微风燕子斜”，江南烟雨如画。
Madadayo distant smoke rising, "the fish out of rain, gentle breeze oblique Swallow," Amidst the picturesque southern.
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