. . . On Thursday afternoon, as classes were ending for the day and a spring shower gave way to sunshine and a beautiful rainbow gracing the sky of Qing Liang, Li Shing-Shing led me up to the fifth-floor music room. Again, I was entreated to the beautiful sounds of the Qinglings who had gathered to song "The Rain, the Park and Other Things" by the Cowsills on queue as I entered the room. . . .
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