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... point, a light rain had begun to patter down. Walking on the main street under the gloomy sky, the biting chill of early spring pierced through one's bones, causing cheeks to sting with cold. Countless households lit their lamps, casting a faint mist in the drizzling rain, as if they were flowers blooming underwater, indistinct, hard to discern. Several oil-paper umbrellas, held aloft, moved slowly. People's faces were obscured, only the canopy of umbrellas, like a swath of clouds, could be seen ...
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