2. Oil-paper umbrella poems
A poem about oil-paper umbrella 1. Poems about oil-paper umbrellas can be either ancient poems or modern poems, preferably works by famous writers.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to meet,
A girl as sad as a lilac.
She has the color of lilacs,
The fragrance of cloves, the sadness of cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She walked in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Like me, like me,
Walking silently, indifferent, sad and melancholy.
She approached quietly and threw it again.
She sighed with relief and drifted away.
Like a dream, sad and confused like a dream
Like a dream, a lilac,
I passed this girl, and she went away silently, far away.
When you reach the broken fence wall, cross this rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded,
Scattered her fragrance, dissipated, and even hers
Breathing eyes, lavender melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across,
A lilac-like sad girl.
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Creation background
This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the whole country was in a state of white terror Because Dai Wangshu participated in progressive activities, he had to stay at a friend's house in Songjiang, chewing the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution in loneliness, and his heart was full of lost emotions and hazy hopes. The poem "Rain Lane" is an expression of his state of mind, which is intertwined with the dual emotional appeal of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This feeling was common at that time.
works appreciation
The poem describes the lyric hero "holding an oil-paper umbrella" and wandering alone in a long and lonely rain lane. He has a faint hope that he will meet "a girl with a lilac-like sad knot" The girl has a lilac color and fragrance, but her heart is full of sadness and sadness.
He met such a girl, but it was fleeting, "like a dream". Her color, fragrance, "sighing eyes" and "lilac-like melancholy" all disappeared in "Elegy of Rain". He still "walked with an oil-paper umbrella" and wandered alone in the long and lonely rain lane, still hopeful, hoping to float across "a girl with lilac-like sadness"
An important artistic feature of Rain Lane is the use of symbolism to express emotions. Symbolism is an art school that rose in French poetry at the end of19th century. They used the decadence of the end of the world to resist the capitalist order. In the way of expression, it emphasizes the use of suggestive metaphors to express inner feelings, which was introduced to China at the ebb of the May 4th Movement.
Dai Wangshu's early works were obviously influenced by French symbolism. An important feature of his creation is that he pays attention to the ability of excavating implied metaphors in poetry and expresses his feelings with symbolic images and artistic conception. Rain Lane embodies this artistic feature.
The poet with an oil-paper umbrella in his poem, the lonely and long rain lane, and the girl with lilac-like sadness and dreams are not the concrete portrayal of real life itself, but the lyrical images full of symbolic significance. The contents of these images may not be specific, but we can appreciate the vague poetry expressed by these images.
The image described in Rain Lane is both deterministic and erratic, with social reality atmosphere, lonely and wandering mood, and distant hope, which is both clear and hazy. Imagination creates symbols, and symbols expand imagination. Because of the symbolic expression of emotion, the poet's emotional state of mind is more subtle, leaving a vast imaginary world and feeling the fragrance and aftertaste of the poem.
The rain lane is hazy but not obscure, low but not decadent, affectionate but not frivolous, which really captures the subtlety of symbolic poetry art.
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2. Poems about umbrellas
Six umbrellas
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Forgetting umbrella
Negative image of sunflower
Black sunflower on the back
Witness the forgetting of mankind.
Bloom in the rain
Withered in the rain
One by one has been forgotten.
I don't remember anything.
Outside someone's door
Life is like a mystery.
Who the hell is it?
Master who never looks back
Music umbrella
Cut a small black cloud to resist
There are a thousand clouds on the top.
Umbrella, who invented it with an epiphany?
That kind of pure geometric beauty
Connect with straight lines and curves.
The ends of the shallow arc protrude from the eaves.
Rain dripped from twelve eaves.
A string of intermittent flying bells.
That's what you're holding.
Natural musical instrument
Mrs lane's improvised fingers.
Knock on and off.
-How brave it is when it's heavy
How chic it is when the sky is light.
Memory umbrella
The rainy days are long and the gray clouds are thick.
Only 36 umbrella ribs were collected.
I put it in my memory.
I wonder what's behind that door
As long as I can
Find the one when I was a child
You can spread April Day in Sichuan.
Spring rain dripped from the umbrella.
Frogs came from the rice fields.
Rhododendron from distant mountains
With a chilly wet feeling.
Come around the umbrella handle.
Oh, the rain is so fresh.
Family umbrella
The most unforgettable thing is Jiangnan.
A thunderstorm when I was a child
Below is Changshui Town.
It is flashing with lightning.
Heavy thunder in harmony with heaven and earth.
Who is my cringing shoulder?
Holding a guard in one hand
Holding an oiled paper umbrella in one hand.
Bear the burden of wind and rain
There are as many rivers and lakes as there are oceans.
I spent most of my life.
Lightning has long been used to it.
It's just a typhoon night
But I miss the lonely grave of my distant mother.
What kind of wind and rain
It's my turn to deliver an umbrella.
But I can't see the oil-paper umbrella
Not to mention children.
Friendship umbrella
In the storm
A friend came to pick me up with an umbrella.
One hand grabbed my slip.
Holding a sturdy umbrella handle in one hand.
Lift it as a big shield.
Against the wild rain arrows
I found out later.
Against the wind, his clothes
Almost got soaked.
Oh, the so-called confidant
Is it not just an umbrella?
-Put it away on a sunny day
Rainy days are for you.
Suddenly open your heart
Umbrella alliance
If the night is blue rain.
Fortunately, I still have a lamp.
A delicate little umbrella.
Open a circle of soft atmosphere
No matter what it is made of.
Having a crimson atmosphere or an orange glow.
Would you like to make an umbrella with me?
Walk through the wet and cold rain with me.
If you get wet in the rain at night
If death is black rain and sadness
If I stand in the rain
Waiting for you to greet me with an umbrella, waiting for you.
3. Beautiful sentences about oil-paper umbrellas
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Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long and lonely rain lane, hoping to meet.
A girl with a lilac knot. She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac fragrance, lilac sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation;
She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, like me.
Walking silently, indifferent, sad and melancholy. She approached quietly,
She breathed a dreamy sigh of relief,
As sad and confused as a dream. Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by; She walked away silently, far away, towards the crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded and her fragrance dispersed.
Dissipate, even her sighing eyes and lilac melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Wandering alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past.
A girl with a lilac knot.
Is it beautiful?
4. What are the sentences describing oil-paper umbrellas?
1. Leaning against the secluded window, looking at the bluestone alley on the corner, a long-lost oiled paper umbrella covered the time under the eaves. -Bai Luomei "If you are well, it is sunny"
In the vast world, you only pay attention to the warm moment under the umbrella. The lake is thousands of hectares, the water waves are cold, and the time is cold. However, under an umbrella, an 84-bone oiled paper umbrella with purple bamboo as the handle, people get together, and there is a human fragrance under the umbrella. Millennium practice is a blank without memory, but the moment under the umbrella is enough to tell the Millennium. -Zhang Xiaofeng's "A Wind Lotus Lift"
3. "Next, in Gong Yifei, dare you ask the girl's name?" She slightly raised the oiled paper umbrella and looked at him intently. For a long time, her voice was like pearls and jade, like blooming cold hibiscus flowers: "Yong 'an, sake." -"China Xu Yin" by Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty.
4. A person, a book, a cup of tea, a dream. Sometimes, loneliness is so exciting, and only at this moment can the world be so calm. The cool breeze blows up the pages of the book, and this misty rain makes the dusty words and stories in the book filled with damp breath. Leaning against the secluded window, looking at the bluestone alley on the corner, a long-lost oil-paper umbrella covered the time under the eaves. -Bai Luomei "If you are well, it is sunny"
Those things hovering in my mind before I die are all hallucinations caused by obsession. Tsing Yi black man walked slowly with a sixty-four-bone oiled paper umbrella. In the bloody field of vision, Bai Mei was blooming on the ridge. -Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty, Hua Xu Yin
6. When I first met Jiangnan, the fragrance was full of sleeves, the lotus was ten miles long, the water was clear for ever, the drizzle murmured the romance on a snowy night, and the faint smoke was telling the legend that the grass grew and the warbler flew. Who walked around the corner with an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the handsome guy in her heart? Who lingers on the misty blue slate, waiting for the girl like lilac? Spring blossoms "If you are well, it will be sunny."
7. Last night, the whole family got together to push a cup for tea, and the cool wine and sweet words turned into jokes. I've spent half my life in vain The inscription is perfect. Who can see the vows and floating names among the secluded mountains and rivers? Oil-paper umbrella on the bluestone board by the lake. The traveler stopped to fold flowers and got wet. How proud the jade petals in the south of the Yangtze River are, but they cling to flowers and chase the rain, just like dust. Your beautiful swaying flowers remind me of the past. I am willing to turn duckweed into a ripple in the middle of the lake and only accompany you through the years. Scriptures are recited slowly, Chinese businessmen are torched, sleeves are as wide as their hearts, and viola in the forest is euphemistic. The mountains understand my sadness and shed tears, but I know that the beautiful flowers that you have been cutting and raining in the past remind me of the past. I would like to turn duckweed into a lake, only to accompany you through the ripples of the years. You are too ruthless to sway and wrinkle in the night wind. I am willing to turn quicksand into a lake, just waiting for the rotation of spring and summer with you. Who hid the fallen flowers in the mountains and rivers, and who hid them in my mountains and rivers
8. Comparing raindrops to tears, the oil-paper umbrella still lights up at dusk. -Original
9. How can I forget that this city is absolutely gorgeous? It was cold, dew soaked the orchid window, rouge was hidden, and his lips were smiling. The legend of the Millennium is still singing softly in the sound of the piano, the oil-paper umbrella has turned yellow, and people have not dispersed. -Yilin
10. He finally stopped, turned around and raised his oil-paper umbrella slightly, Gherardini: "So?"
At that moment, it seemed that the cold plum fragrance was floating in the rain, covered in fox fur sleeves, which was mostly an indelible illusion in my memory. Because it was such a rainy day at that time, rootless water in the sky fell like beads. When my life passed, I saw a man walking towards me with a 64-bone oiled paper umbrella. He held an umbrella slightly in the heavy rain in Weiguo, and the blood blurred my eyes and I couldn't see his face clearly. I often feel that it is a dying illusion, and I still don't know if the truth is what I think. -Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty, Hua Xu Yin
1 1. Under the oil-paper umbrella, whose love story, whose vision. -Plum
12. Oil-paper umbrella with light rain and cool wind, playing the piano and inkstone in Tsing Yi. -Original
13. Poetry and the distance, standing in the field with an oil-paper umbrella-original
14. Green flag, oiled paper umbrella, heartbroken words, nobody looked. -Original
15. Xiaoqiao He Qing Oil Paper Umbrella, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. -Original
5. Beautiful sentences about oil-paper umbrellas
The rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wandered in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walking silently with the same indifference, sadness and melancholy as me. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused.
Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot. Is it beautiful? .
The poem about oil-paper umbrella is 1. Poems about oil-paper umbrellas can be either ancient poems or modern poems, preferably by famous writers.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to meet,
A girl as sad as a lilac.
She has the color of lilacs,
The fragrance of cloves, the sadness of cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She walked in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Like me, like me,
Walking silently, indifferent, sad and melancholy.
She approached quietly and threw it again.
She sighed with relief and drifted away.
Like a dream, sad and confused like a dream
Like a dream, a lilac,
I passed this girl, and she went away silently, far away.
When you reach the broken fence wall, cross this rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded,
Scattered her fragrance, dissipated, and even hers
Breathing eyes, lavender melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across,
A lilac-like sad girl.
Extended data
Creation background
This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the whole country was in a state of white terror Because Dai Wangshu participated in progressive activities, he had to stay at a friend's house in Songjiang, chewing the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution in loneliness, and his heart was full of lost emotions and hazy hopes. The poem "Rain Lane" is an expression of his state of mind, which is intertwined with the dual emotional appeal of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This feeling was common at that time.
works appreciation
The poem describes the lyric hero "holding an oil-paper umbrella" and wandering alone in a long and lonely rain lane. He has a faint hope that he will meet "a girl with a lilac-like sad knot" The girl has a lilac color and fragrance, but her heart is full of sadness and sadness.
He met such a girl, but it was fleeting, "like a dream". Her color, fragrance, "sighing eyes" and "lilac-like melancholy" all disappeared in "Elegy of Rain". He still "walked with an oil-paper umbrella" and wandered alone in the long and lonely rain lane, still hopeful, hoping to float across "a girl with lilac-like sadness"
An important artistic feature of Rain Lane is the use of symbolism to express emotions. Symbolism is an art school that rose in French poetry at the end of19th century. They used the decadence of the end of the world to resist the capitalist order. In the way of expression, it emphasizes the use of suggestive metaphors to express inner feelings, which was introduced to China when the May 4th Movement ebbed.
Dai Wangshu's early works were obviously influenced by French symbolism. An important feature of his creation is that he pays attention to the ability of excavating implied metaphors in poetry and expresses his feelings with symbolic images and artistic conception. Rain Lane embodies this artistic feature.
The poet with an oil-paper umbrella in his poem, the lonely and long rain lane, and the girl with lilac-like sadness and dreams are not the concrete portrayal of real life itself, but the lyrical images full of symbolic significance. The contents of these images may not be specific, but we can appreciate the vague poetry expressed by these images.
The image described in Rain Lane is both deterministic and erratic, with social reality atmosphere, lonely and wandering mood, and distant hope, which is both clear and hazy. Imagination creates symbols, and symbols expand imagination. Because of the symbolic expression of emotion, the poet's emotional state of mind is more subtle, leaving a vast imaginary world and feeling the fragrance and aftertaste of the poem.
The rain lane is hazy but not obscure, low but not decadent, affectionate but not frivolous, which really captures the subtlety of symbolic poetry art.
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2. Poems about paper umbrellas
Bai Juyi, Jiang Nanyu and Gu Xiang's Memories of Jiangnan Jiang Nanyi II.
In the oiled paper umbrella, I hate to wear it. Under the lilac, my eyes are wet. The dream was closed.
"Rain Lane" Author: Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She has the same color and fragrance as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. Disappointed again, she walked silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported the oil-paper umbrella.
3. Poems about umbrellas
Six umbrellas
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Forgetting umbrella
Negative image of sunflower
Black sunflower on the back
Witness the forgetting of mankind.
Bloom in the rain
Withered in the rain
One by one has been forgotten.
I don't remember anything.
Outside someone's door
Life is like a mystery.
Who the hell is it?
Master who never looks back
Music umbrella
Cut a small black cloud to resist
There are a thousand clouds on the top.
Umbrella, who invented it with an epiphany?
That kind of pure geometric beauty
Connect with straight lines and curves.
The ends of the shallow arc protrude from the eaves.
Rain dripped from twelve eaves.
A string of intermittent flying bells.
That's what you're holding.
Natural musical instrument
Mrs lane's improvised fingers.
Knock on and off.
-How brave it is when it's heavy
How chic it is when the sky is light.
Memory umbrella
The rainy days are long and the gray clouds are thick.
Only 36 umbrella ribs were collected.
I put it in my memory.
I wonder what's behind that door
As long as I can
Find the one when I was a child
You can spread April Day in Sichuan.
Spring rain dripped from the umbrella.
Frogs came from the rice fields.
Rhododendron from distant mountains
With a chilly wet feeling.
Come around the umbrella handle.
Oh, the rain is so fresh.
Family umbrella
The most unforgettable thing is Jiangnan.
A thunderstorm when I was a child
Below is Changshui Town.
It is flashing with lightning.
Heavy thunder in harmony with heaven and earth.
Who is my cringing shoulder?
Holding a guard in one hand
Holding an oiled paper umbrella in one hand.
Bear the burden of wind and rain
There are as many rivers and lakes as there are oceans.
I spent most of my life.
Lightning has long been used to it.
It's just a typhoon night
But I miss the lonely grave of my distant mother.
What kind of wind and rain
It's my turn to deliver an umbrella.
But I can't see the oil-paper umbrella
Not to mention children.
Friendship umbrella
In the storm
A friend came to pick me up with an umbrella.
One hand grabbed my slip.
Holding a sturdy umbrella handle in one hand.
Lift it as a big shield.
Against the wild rain arrows
I found out later.
Against the wind, his clothes
Almost got soaked.
Oh, the so-called confidant
Is it not just an umbrella?
-Put it away on a sunny day
Rainy days are for you.
Suddenly open your heart
Umbrella alliance
If the night is blue rain.
Fortunately, I still have a lamp.
A delicate little umbrella.
Open a circle of soft atmosphere
No matter what it is made of.
Having a crimson atmosphere or an orange glow.
Would you like to make an umbrella with me?
Walk through the wet and cold rain with me.
If you get wet in the rain at night
If death is black rain and sadness
If I stand in the rain
Waiting for you to greet me with an umbrella, waiting for you.
4. Famous essays and poems about oil-paper umbrellas.
1, "The rain on the West Lake tells my Millennium bitterness"
Author: anonymous
In this season when Claudia's leaves are red and willow green, I walked on a gondola with an oil-paper umbrella in my hand and stood at the bow. I looked disappointed: I passed through the misty and rainy West Lake embankment, winding streets, tiled walls, cornices and windows looming.
Even if there is an autumn moon in Pinghu and a gentle spring dawn in Su Causeway, it is a long-cherished wish that a thousand trees bloom and weeping willows are ten miles away. Blue waves are rippling, carrying my nostalgia, rain all the way, flowers all the way, sighs all the way, and melancholy all the way. ...
In the distance, bamboo music is faint. Who gently clasps the bamboo string, who dances Xiao Guan, Ying Ge, Yan Ni, or lingering acacia. Shake the water, shake the heart, shake the mood and shake the life.
When the boat reached the shore, I stepped on the microwave, with clouds on my sleeves, and walked lightly in the Millennium dream. The distance is foggy, where is the past life and where is the afterlife.
2. Oil-Paper Umbrella in Rain Lane of Jiangnan
Author: anonymous
Dai Wangshu's famous misty poem Rain Lane, a poet who likes rain lanes, is only because of his poetic oil-paper umbrella. You see, it rains at night and the alley is deep. At this moment, an oil-paper umbrella stumbled silently on the wet bluestone path, which was so lonely.
What kind of sadness, raindrops dripping on the edge of the umbrella, should be like pearls of all sizes pouring into a plate of crisp and moist; The person under the umbrella should be a navy gown, and there must be a pale and young face under the round glasses with black edges.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane ...
3. The Missing of Stone Street
Author: anonymous
Stone street covered with vicissitudes of life
An oil-paper umbrella glides leisurely.
Fantastic light blue
Embroidered with an elegant lotus flower
It is March when fireworks are gorgeous and intoxicating.
There is a drizzle like sorrow.
My thoughts converge into a distant river.
Clear and soft waves
Me under an oil-paper umbrella
It is already a lotus in bud.
4. Meet in a long lonely rainy lane
Author: anonymous
I want to finish my unfinished wish before the end of my life-to hold an oil-paper umbrella and stay together in the long and lonely rain lane. I won't leave you.
Even if there is red dust besides red dust, even if the end of the road is endless, even if I am as thin as a leaf, I will choose the road.
Because of the invitation of half a century, I have long been homesick. I still use my paper umbrella to keep out the rain, but I am afraid that your name will be wet into deep and shallow tears, which will remind me of the only pain in my heart.
From now on, I can't hold your figure to keep warm, or even walk through this fish lane.
The alley is empty, just like my broken heart. Some are the loneliness of a pool of rain hitting the banana, some are the melancholy of leaves blown by the wind, a kind of sadness when a person drinks the bright moon alone, and there is a girl who outlines the sadness with a touch of sadness.
A sad and chaotic story, an endless Singin' in the Rain.
5. "Oil-paper umbrellas wait for the rainy season in previous lives."
Author: dream come true
Jiangnan yanshui road
Jin Hang
But I didn't meet anyone who left.
Who can use an oil-paper umbrella?
Hold up the sleeping spring.
Suddenly become eternal tenderness.
That plain-looking woman
Shake the skirt gently
In the deep rain lane
Fade away ...
A long winding green path
5. Poems about umbrellas
Six umbrellas Author: Yu Guangzhong forgot the negative image of umbrella sunflower. Black sunflowers bear witness to human forgetfulness. Flowers bloom in the rain, and a flower is forgotten. I don't remember what happened outside someone's door. Who is the owner of the musical umbrella that never looks back? Who invented it in a flash of inspiration? That kind of pure geometric beauty is connected by straight lines and curves. Both ends of the shallow arc protrude from the eaves, and a series of intermittent flying bells fall from the twelve eaves. Mrs. Yu's impromptu fingers beat and beat intermittently, which is a natural musical instrument in your hand-how heroic when it is heavy, how chic when it is light, and how melodious when it is long. Thirty-six umbrella ribs, thick gray clouds, were put away and put into a memory. I don't know if I can find the one behind that door. As long as I am a child, I can spread the spring rain in Sichuan in April. Frogs will drip from the umbrella, and cuckoos will circle around the umbrella handle from the chilly and wet distant mountains. The rain is so fresh, and the family umbrella is the most unforgettable one. It was a thunderstorm in Jiangnan when I was a child. Below is a long water town. Above it are flashing lightning and heavy thunder of heaven and earth. Who has an oil-paper umbrella in one hand and an oil-paper umbrella in the other? How many rivers and lakes and seas have you spent most of your life? I am used to thunder and lightning, but I am used to reading the wind and rain in front of my mother's lonely grave on a typhoon night. It's my turn to deliver the umbrella, but I can't see the oiled paper umbrella. A friend came to pick me up in the storm with an umbrella. He held a strong umbrella handle in one hand and held it as a big shield against the raging rain arrow. Later, he found that his clothes were almost drenched, the so-called confidant. If it is rainy at night, fortunately, I still have a desk lamp and an exquisite umbrella to open a soft atmosphere. No matter what it is made of, I hope that you and my umbrella maker will accompany me through the cold and wet Tian Yu. If it is rainy at night, if death is rainy, if I stand in Tian Yu and wait for you to pick me up with an umbrella, I will wait for you.
6. What poems describe "umbrellas"?
1. Love in an umbrella
Love is soft in the rain, and the mountains and rivers are quiet.
Whispering under the umbrella, half sheltering from the rain and half hiding from shame.
When you turn to the cold, things are awake.
SDIC Xie Tianci, stretch your feet and sleep at night.
2. "The Fisherman's Pride" Ouyang Xiu)
Leaves have breeze, flowers have dew, and bad eaves and broken walls have breeze.
Take an umbrella to school, poor Cao, and steam it when you get back to the pot.
3. The Land Journey of "Expedition to the East and Cooling to the West"
In the hot sun, the fire umbrella was closed, the screen was opened and the freezer was exposed. Let it fly away in the rain Is it only frogs who are proud, and it is unreasonable to sit back and feel weeds? Peel the bed for your maid. Pity breeds heat. Shui Han has no place to stay. Frightened flight is not allowed to get together for a long time. Top silk, red brocade and white brocade. The more detailed people speak, the better things will be, and God has not been in vain. Mud and sand, heartbroken. April tide, the wind gave birth to thousands of hectares of pu. Forgetting my old place, I lost my way and went to Jiulong Source. We have to go back. Life is rich. Shenhong is dusk, which is very cheap. Miss Lian is jealous. I hate all my friends. Nobody wants me.
4. "operator" Liu Kezhuang
The flowers came from the old nursery and the roots were moved from other places.
Compared with the official fire umbrella, there is a coolness.
Weak ancient costume, elegant and beautiful.
I wanted to pick up Fu Weng and taste the flowers again, so I crushed my brother Shan Fan.
5. "Water Tune" Zengbo Li
The son asked about the service, and the fire umbrella was there that day. How cool is it?
The ancient umbrella was an oil-paper umbrella.
Oil-paper umbrella is a kind of paper umbrella that originated in China, and also spread to other parts of Asia, such as Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Thailand, Laos and other places, where oil-paper umbrellas with local characteristics have been developed. As some Hakkas moved to Taiwan Province Province to settle down, after the birth of China, with the increasing opening up and exchanges, umbrellas gradually spread abroad. During the Tang Dynasty, the Japanese sent 19 batches of "envoys to the Tang Dynasty" to China, with a total of more than 500 people, including doctors, painters, musicians and scholars from all walks of life. They went to China to observe and study China culture, and not only brought China's calendar, astronomy, music, art and other cultures to Japan, but also brought a variety of production technologies and manufacturing processes including umbrella-making technology to Japan.