Introduction to the article:
Rain Lane is a modern poem written by China poet Dai Wangshu in 1927. The poem describes the lyric hero "holding an oil-paper umbrella" and wandering alone in a long and lonely rain lane. He has a faint hope that he will meet "a girl with a lilac-like sad knot" The girl has a lilac color and fragrance, but her heart is full of sadness and sadness.
He met such a girl, but it was fleeting, "like a dream". Her color, fragrance, "sighing eyes" and "lilac-like melancholy" all disappeared in "Elegy of Rain". He still "walked with an oil-paper umbrella" and wandered alone in the long and lonely rain lane, still hopeful, hoping to float across "a girl with lilac-like sadness"
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This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the whole country was in a state of white terror Because Dai Wangshu participated in progressive activities, he had to stay at a friend's house in Songjiang, chewing the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution in loneliness, and his heart was full of lost emotions and hazy hopes.
The poem "Rain Lane" is an expression of his state of mind, which is intertwined with the dual emotional appeal of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This feeling was common at that time. ?
Original text:
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.
In silence,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered 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 see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.