古城斑驳的老墙上，绿意盎然，又一年流过。河边的茉莉树 ，开了又谢，谢了再开，周而复始 ，我终年站在树下，向远方张望。淅淅沥沥，天空又开始下雨 ，当初我接你的油纸伞上还残留着你手指的余温，我撑开伞，沿着河边逆流而上 ，向你当初远走的方向寻去 。飘落的雨丝打落朵朵茉莉，落地，又是一场茉莉雨。
On the old wall of the ancient city, green is full, and it has been flowing again. The river is the jasmine tree, thank you, thank you again, the week, I stood under the tree all year round, and I look forward to the distance.淅淅 淅淅 淅淅, the sky began to rain, I took your oil paper umbrella and left your fingers, I put it on the river, and I came to you. The falling rain flies to blossoming jasmine, landing, and a jasmine rain.
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