Rain Alley
-Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping 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; Like me, she is wandering in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, as sad and as melancholy as me.
Rain Lane (3 photos) She silently approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the decaying 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, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.