When I was a child, I liked to walk in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella, and I liked to turn the handle of the umbrella in the rain to see the rain splash into a slanting rain curtain at the eaves of the umbrella, and my little heart was filled with joy. Later, I don't know how, this oil-paper umbrella broke, I took the broken oil-paper umbrella sad for a long time. Later, I learned that Jiangnan is a place rich in oil-paper umbrellas, and since then, the beautiful romantic dream of the rainy Jiangnan warmed my entire childhood, through my youth, and now people to middle age, that beautiful yearning is still in the heart of the sea to remain.
Often a dense dream accompanied me through countless dark and deep night. Wuyue Smoke, a dreamy place, so that people's thoughts unconsciously wandering to the charming rainy Jiangnan, often in the mind of this picture: a slender woman, hand holding an oil-paper umbrella, high up the trouser leg, and a pleasantly serene gaze into the distance, her bare feet walking in the stone paved alleys, in the rain in Jiangnan through the eaves of the dripping water, that hangs with an ancient plaque of the wine shop, that the smoke and rain in the hazy The bridge, the gurgling water under the bridge, and the fluttering willow dancing on the Su Causeway, this dreamlike scenery ah, drunk within the scenery, but also drunk outside the scenery to see the scenery of the people, and more drunk with the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan.
And more often than not, I imagine myself as that delicate woman, walking through the market full of umbrellas, hands and feet exudes the dark fragrance of the orchid, bright-eyed look, dancing in the rhythm of Tang and Song poems, the ink is condensed in the fingertips, with the warm words touch the rain and smoke of Jiangnan's elegance.
Wu Yue smoke and waves, drifting with the poet's dream, attracting countless yearning. How many writers and artists to praise the depths of the smoky beautiful ink, flowers and red willow green, blue sea green mountains, sky blue ink, how many colors rendered the beautiful and elegant Jiangnan, batik silk, knitted satin, write Jiangnan's rich and prosperous.
The mention of Jiangnan, always with the rain and smoke related, the smoke and misty waves, rain pouring city, smoke and water thousands of Xun, the beautiful boat, charming Wu Yue scenery, throughout the ages, Jiangnan water nourished countless poets poetry, recited countless moving chapters.
"Spring water is blue in the sky, the painted boat listening to the rain sleep." The romance of this poem is mesmerizing, and the "searching for cinnamon in the moonlight at the mountain temples and watching the tide on the pillows of the county pavilions" is delightful, as is the freedom of this poem. The spontaneity of the "green hills and hidden water, the grass in the south of the river has not withered in the fall." The fullness of it is delightful, and the softness of it is delightful, and the softness of it is delightful, and the softness of it is delightful, and the softness of it is delightful, and the softness of it is delightful. The soft beauty of the delightful
God's thoughts in the rainy Jiangnan traveled, can not help but think of Li Yu's que "looking at the South", "Idle dreams far away, the south of the country is fragrant spring. The boat is full of strings and the river is clear, the city is full of flotsam and jetsam, busy killing the people who are watching the flowers! I am busy killing people who are looking at the flowers. The cold colors of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are far away, and the lonely boat is moored in the depths of the reed blossoms. Flute in the moonlight building." At this time the south of the river should be "three autumn osmanthus, ten miles of lotus" embroidery it, I would like to hold an oil-paper umbrella, in the gelatin like the south of the Yangtze River in the rain cozy walk, but also want to feel a little drunk on the willow embankment of the pleasure, the end of the wine, filled with the lotus pond moonlight, that is a woman half a life of longing.
Beautiful smoky rain Jiangnan, my dream!