I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain.

我是秋天的云，空空无雨。

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I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.

我是秋云，空空地不载着雨水，但在成熟的稻田中，可以看见我的充实。

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He followed the river upstream through the flooded bowl of the foothills, swollen with April rain, sleeping in empty riverboats while the sun, pale in the blue mist of the river, grew dimmer.

NEWYORKER: The Tiger��s Wife