The title is inconsistent with the explanation... "Rain Alley" - Dai Wangshu holds an oil-paper umbrella and wanders alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad and resentful as a lilac. It has the same color as lilacs, the same fragrance as lilacs, the same sadness as lilacs, complaining and wandering in the rain. She is wandering in this lonely rainy alley holding an oil-paper umbrella, just like me, walking silently like me, indifferent, sad, and melancholy. Silently, I came closer. I came closer and cast a sighing look. She floated past me like a dream. Like a dream, sad and confused. Like a lilac floating in a dream. This girl floated past me. She silently moved away. Far away. The dilapidated fence has gone away, and this rainy alley has disappeared in the mournful song of the rain. Her color has dispersed, her fragrance has dissipated, and even her sigh-like eyes are as melancholy as lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she wanders alone in the long, long and lonely place. In the rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is as sad as a lilac. "Enjoy the Spring" On a sunny day in March, a little bit of coolness. When the swallows fly, the wind spins and gives them no direction. The kites soar, hiding and bathing in the blue sky before breaking. The green water is rippling with the desire to restore the natural appearance of the past. The grass is green and green. The green is too far-fetched like a girl in early spring. The willows dance lightly in the spring of Jiangnan. What a handsome leader, Wanfang Tu Rui, who can The scent of white magnolia is lonely, the little stone only wants to listen to the sound of running water under the broken bridge, the vision sets sail, the oriole bravely stands on the branch and crazily wants to sing the sorrow of Zigui's cry of blood, which shocked the whole audience's discussion, friends cherish the time Please don't go boating on the lake like this. The anglers are contentedly waiting for the fish to catch the scenery in the paintings. The sketchers are trying to collect the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in a hurry. If they miss the time, they will be used to admiring two or two people in the paintings in the future. The promenade on the dam is lonely and lonely. In the long spring season, the throbbing heart at the beginning has long since subsided, and the madness is gone. Under the beautiful scenery, I think about the beauty who enjoyed it again and again