Poetic Romance of Classical Sentiment--Oil Paper Umbrella

Obsessed with oil paper umbrellas, after reading Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane".

Dai Wangshu, who is known as the "poet of Rainy Lane" by Ye Shengtao, presented us with a hazy and deep beauty in the poem "Rainy Lane".

The long, narrow and gloomy rainy alley in Rainy Lane, the solitary walker wandering in the rainy alley, as well as the girl with a sadness like a lilac, are all symbolic images. They are metaphors for the dark society at that time, the people who failed in the revolution, and the hazy, sporadic hope. These images and **** with the composition of a symbolic mood, implicitly implied that the author is both confused and sad, but also the feelings of anticipation.

The far-reaching oil-paper umbrellas in "Rainy Lane", that kind of bamboo and wooden structure, made of paper umbrellas, all without exception, emit the lacquer smell of tung oil, fragrant but with a hint of pungent, yellow color, warming the heart of the umbrella.

In Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Lane", the lilac-like girl holding an oil-paper umbrella adds a layer of poetic haziness and romantic flavor to the oil-paper umbrella.

"Rainy Lane"

Author: Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone

in the long, long

and lonely rainy lane

I wish to meet

a lilac girl

with sorrows

who has the color of a lilac

.

A lilac-colored girl

A lilac-scented girl

A lilac-sweet girl

Lamenting in the rain

Lamenting and wandering

She's wandering in the lonely rainy alleys

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Just like me

Like me

I'm walking in silence

Chilly, bleak, and despondent

She approached in silence

Approached, and cast

a breathless gaze

She drifted by

Like a dream

Like a dream, bleak and confused

Like a dream of a lilac branch, this woman drifted by me

She was silent and far, far away

To the crumbling hedge wall

Down the rainy lane

In the dirge of the rain

Dissipated her color

Dissipated her fragrance

Dissipated, even her

Breathless gaze

Clove-laden despair

Under an umbrella.

I hope to float past

a lilac-like

girl with sorrowful feelings

This kind of bamboo and wooden umbrellas made of paper paste invariably exudes the smell of tung oil lacquer, fragrant but with a hint of pungency, and the yellow color warms the heart of the person who wears the umbrella. The yellow color warms the heart of the person who is using the umbrella.

Whenever I listen to the pattering, intermittent spring rain late at night in the season of spring breeze, my thoughts will travel through time and space, arriving at the alleys of the town of Jiangnan and its oil-paper umbrellas.

In my mind, the oil-paper umbrellas are the most beautiful and the most distant dream in Jiangnan. The oil-paper umbrella, with its unique flavor, classical image and friendly texture, draws a beautiful picture of Jiangnan. It adds infinite poetry to Jiangnan...

Imagine, in the town of Jiangnan, a woman wearing cheongsam, twisting her delicate body, holding an oil-paper umbrella, what kind of style is that? Even if she walks in the downtown area, the flow of quiet; that part of the simple and elegant; that kind of oriental charm; will make people bright eyes, the heart of the desire.

Today, the oil-paper umbrellas have been replaced by a wide variety of automatic umbrellas, folding umbrellas, they are fine workmanship, endless changes, such as colorful flowers in the streets, alleys, and strata in the next open. Although they also originated from the conception of the oil paper umbrella, is the inheritance of the oil paper umbrella, but has lacked the poetry of the oil paper umbrella.

Because they have no wooden warmth, oil paper fragrance; no warmth when it opens, honesty and closure of the shy, affectionate, has been missing a nation's classical sentiments. Therefore, when the oil-paper umbrellas passed away, we no longer have the chance to read a poem like "Rainy Lane" and "White Snake" as heart-clearing and eye-heating story of the lingering sorrow.

This little bit of fading, not only a handful of oil paper umbrellas, and the romance of the paper; fading is our traditional culture, and the blood of the nation ......