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
Breath, lilac-like 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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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.
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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.
May you be my co-umbrella.
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. Oil-paper umbrella Rain Lane beautiful sentence
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. The scriptures are recited slowly. Chinese businessmen wear torches, their sleeves are as thick as their hearts, and the viola in the forest is euphemistic. The mountains understand my sadness and tears, and I know that the past has been cut and the rain has fallen. Your swaying beautiful flowers 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. Whoever hides the rain between mountains and rivers in his heart will be deeply hidden in his heart. -Vae is between 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. A beautiful sentence about an oil-paper umbrella The rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, 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? .