Dai Wangshu in Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Appreciation of Rain Lane;
Regarding the use of lilac images, Bian said: "Rain Lane reads like an expansion or dilution of the modern vernacular version of the old poem' Lilac in the rain is empty and sad'. A resounding melody, a smooth rhythm, each paragraph is exactly six lines, and each line has different lengths. Generally speaking, it is carried out in seven poems, and a rhyme is repeated at regular intervals.
Accustomed images and overused words make the success of this poem simple and vague.
Admittedly, from a certain point of view, Rain Lane does have some shortcomings. However, "Losing Sang Yu and Gaining the East Corner" has created a strong lyrical meaning in this poem. Because of simplicity and repetition, the whole poem creates a lyrical artistic conception full of strong symbolic colors, without sound, joy and sunshine.
The poet himself is such a lonely person wandering in the rain lane. The author's feelings have accumulated beyond measure, and he doesn't know how to solve them, so he has to turn to his desire: there is a beautiful hope in loneliness, and a beautiful ideal appears in front of him. The "lilac-like" girl described by the poet is a symbol of this beautiful ideal.
However, the poet knows that this beautiful ideal is difficult to realize. She is as full of sadness and melancholy as herself, fleeting and drifting away like a dream. What is left is only the poet himself who is still wandering in the dark reality, and the hope that the dream that cannot be realized generally floats away.