Holding an oil-paper umbrella, listening to the gentle sound of rain dripping on the oil-paper umbrella, the front and rear are hazy, and only people who are in a hurry can be seen ... Weak and boneless Jiangnan women, scholar-like Jiangnan youth, * * * holding an oil-paper umbrella, the eyebrows are curved, the smile on his lips is getting stronger and stronger, his clothes are fluttering in the wind, and his hair is tangled and dancing in the air; Jiangnan beauty holding a baby in her arms, with an anxious look on her face, kept wandering; The old man had a faint look on his face and a long beard, stroking the guqin. He dreamed of Jiangnan in one go, with a smooth melody. With this rainy scene in the south of the Yangtze River, it can be said to be poetic. Everything is so beautiful, but there is an indelible sadness in my bones …

Shuttle through the crowd, the sound of rain gurgling, wild flowers swaying in the wind, ripples in my heart. I put down my oiled paper umbrella and smiled at the sky. I let the raindrops soak my eyes, soak my whole body and run in the rain. The wind whizzed past my ears, and it was extremely cool, and the cool wind poured into my nose. At that time, I was driven away for a long time, trembling smartly. My dead relatives surrounded me. Her love, as always, wrapped me up. This love is not coquetry, but tenacious love honed in the wind and rain.