Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Autumn Rain fragment umbrella remember

Wen/Yi people are holding a oiled paper umbrella there, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain Lane. I hope to meet a girl with sorrow like clove. Twenty years ago, when I first came into contact with modern Chinese poetry, I fell in love with Dai Wangshu’s poem Rain Lane. In “rain Lane”, the poet who walked alone with an oil paper umbrella, the long and lonely rain Lane, and a girl with melancholy like lilac, it was fixed in my mind like a thick and light ink painting. Until today, when I see the colorful umbrellas held by people, I will think of the poet holding the oiled paper umbrella and the lilac girl with sorrow in the rain Lane. Now there is no one who can hesitate alone with an oil paper umbrella. It is not only in the late autumn when the autumn rain is lingering, but also hard to see. The word “hesitation” has been gradually deleted from the rain Lane with the elimination of oil-paper umbrellas as the era of poets went away. However, I can’t remove the hesitation brought by the oiled paper umbrella from the world of the umbrella. I always think that the oil paper umbrella can be copied, but the loneliness and confusion of wandering alone cannot be copied. Therefore, every rainy day comes, I always look for that hesitation among numerous umbrellas, but I can’t find it. Modern people are in a hurry, walking through the rain. They have hope, destination and berthed ships. Therefore, umbrellas are just their tools to cover the rain, and there is no other meaning at all. The poet ended an era with the hesitation of oil paper umbrella, leaving us only the loneliness and sorrow in the rain Lane. After thinking carefully, why should I look for the hesitation under that umbrella? There are too many flower umbrellas to carry the loneliness of the rain Lane; The flower umbrellas are too miscellaneous to calm the noise of the rain. Standing in front of the window, holding a cup of strong coffee just cooked, stirring while listening to the monotonous ticking sound of rain on the window glass in the House, the loneliness in the bottom of my heart came into being. Look at the umbrella flowers blooming before the rain. One umbrella, or two umbrellas, walk leisurely in the trickle rain to do what they should do. I knew that loneliness and loneliness were locked in the room by me, and the Glass blocked the world of rain. Although there were rainy scenery and umbrella interests in my eyes, but it was just like TV commercials, passing by hurriedly, which could not leave any impression. Today, the unexpected autumn day, the rain is still playing its own monologue unhurriedly. Day and night, I don’t know what it is telling? Is it sadness or joy? I am can’t guess. The flower umbrella walks in the rain, separating the world outside the umbrella. The world in the umbrella is dry and clean, which only belongs to the calm nature of one person and the romantic warmth of two people. And the world outside the umbrella is empty and silent. Except for the sound of rain echoing in the air, there is no need to find anything worth recalling. Xiao Jie, a college classmate, called from Beijing and complained that I didn’t contact her. I eliminated her misunderstanding with the word “busy”, but being busy was just an excuse, but the real thing was that I had no superficial mood to maintain friendship. I can make a phone call or send it to sister Yi, but what am I going to say? Said I’m fine? That’s lies. Say I’m not good? The words are very long, not a few words can be said clearly, and how can others understand their own sufferings? For friendship, I can help my friends understand and sympathize with me. In order to write, I can do something to make myself quit writing. But how can the unforgettable friendship and the persistence of looking forward to the end of the world cover the past with a busy word? Busy is a lazy umbrella, which covers my yearning for friends and my pursuit of ideals. The rain always stops to rest, and the flower umbrella will eventually be placed in the pavilion. Only a heart that doesn’t want to grow old always skips monotonously with the ticking autumn rain. In the dead of night, let the wet lingering lovesickness that is hard to withstand freeze. Dai Wangshu, a poet, could throw loneliness into the rain lane with an oilpaper umbrella. Ma Zhiyuan could send nostalgia to the alley with a broken heart in the end of the world. Moreover, Yi An, a layman, could paint the miserable tragedy darker than the night by guarding the window. People’s emotions are extravagant for the most difficult autumn. In the slight expression of sorrow, let your sentimental heart stop in the cold autumn. When the rain falls, it is sudden, and when you rest, it is instant. People are old and depressed in the helpless accumulation of yellow flowers and the teasing of autumn rain. Suddenly Looking back, youth and dreams have gone quietly with the oiled paper umbrella in the rain Lane. Therefore, what hesitates alone is only the loss of time passing away, and what is lonely and lonely is only the confusion of where to wake up from the wine tonight. Swallow a bitter coffee, and have to sigh that life is just like bitter coffee, which needs to be ground slowly and tasted slowly. Through the window glass, I saw the oiled paper umbrella in a trance and moved forward slowly. But under that umbrella, it was no longer a single hesitation, but two people who were close to each other. They weaved a wisp of fervent feelings in the rain. In the small world, tenderness may not have to wait until tomorrow, the rain will naturally stop. The wandering oil-paper umbrella will eventually be stored in a corner of the heart and will not let it bloom quietly.

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