Chinese mythology, folktales, and literature
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— Lai Hu You have a thousand shapes in flakes or piles in vain; Hidden in mountains or on water you remain. The drought is so severe that all seedlings would die. Why won’t you come down but leisurely tower high?
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— Li Yue No leaves sprout from mulberry trees on drought-scorched earth; Flutes and pipes are played to evoke the Rain God’s mirth. But the rich see dances and hear songstresses sing; They only fear rain clouds would damage their lute string.