The poem about oil-paper umbrella is 1. Poems about oil-paper umbrellas can be either ancient poems or modern poems, preferably by famous writers.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to meet,
A girl as sad as a lilac.
She has the color of lilacs,
The fragrance of cloves, the sadness of cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She walked in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Like me, like me,
Walking silently, indifferent, sad and melancholy.
She approached quietly and threw it again.
She sighed with relief and drifted away.
Like a dream, sad and confused like a dream
Like a dream, a lilac,
I passed this girl, and she went away silently, far away.
When we reached the dilapidated fence, we crossed the rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded,
Scattered her fragrance, dissipated, and even hers
Breath, lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the endless,
Long and lonely rain lane, I hope to float across,
A lilac-like sad girl.
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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.
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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"
An important artistic feature of Rain Lane is the use of symbolism to express emotions. Symbolism is an art school that rose in French poetry at the end of19th century. They used the decadence of the end of the world to resist the capitalist order. In the way of expression, it emphasizes the use of suggestive metaphors to express inner feelings, which was introduced to China when the May 4th Movement ebbed.
Dai Wangshu's early works were obviously influenced by French symbolism. An important feature of his creation is that he pays attention to the ability of excavating implied metaphors in poetry and expresses his feelings with symbolic images and artistic conception. Rain Lane embodies this artistic feature.
The poet with an oil-paper umbrella in his poem, the lonely and long rain lane, and the girl with lilac-like sadness and dreams are not the concrete portrayal of real life itself, but the lyrical images full of symbolic significance. The contents of these images may not be specific, but we can appreciate the vague poetry expressed by these images.
The image described in Rain Lane is both deterministic and erratic, with social reality atmosphere, lonely and wandering mood, and distant hope, which is both clear and hazy. Imagination creates symbols, and symbols expand imagination. Because of the symbolic expression of emotion, the poet's emotional state of mind is more subtle, leaving a vast imaginary world and feeling the fragrance and aftertaste of the poem.
The rain lane is hazy but not obscure, low but not decadent, affectionate but not frivolous, which really captures the subtlety of symbolic poetry art.
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2. What are the sentences describing oil-paper umbrellas?
1. Leaning against the secluded window, looking at the bluestone alley on the corner, a long-lost oiled paper umbrella covered the time under the eaves. -Bai Luomei "If you are well, it is sunny"
In the vast world, you only pay attention to the warm moment under the umbrella. The lake is thousands of hectares, the water waves are cold, and the time is cold. However, under an umbrella, an 84-bone oiled paper umbrella with purple bamboo as the handle, people get together, and there is a human fragrance under the umbrella. Millennium practice is a blank without memory, but the moment under the umbrella is enough to tell the Millennium. -Zhang Xiaofeng's "A Wind Lotus Lift"
3. "Next, in Gong Yifei, dare you ask the girl's name?" She slightly raised the oiled paper umbrella and looked at him intently. For a long time, her voice was like pearls and jade, like blooming cold hibiscus flowers: "Yong 'an, sake." -"China Xu Yin" by Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty.
4. A person, a book, a cup of tea, a dream. Sometimes, loneliness is so exciting, and only at this moment can things be so calm. The cool breeze blows up the pages of the book, and this misty rain makes the dusty words and stories in the book filled with damp breath. Leaning against the secluded window, looking at the bluestone alley on the corner, a long-lost oil-paper umbrella covered the time under the eaves. -Bai Luomei "If you are well, it is sunny"
Those things hovering in my mind before I die are all hallucinations caused by obsession. Tsing Yi black man walked slowly with a sixty-four-bone oiled paper umbrella. In the bloody field of vision, Bai Mei was blooming on the ridge. -Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty, Hua Xu Yin
6. When I first met Jiangnan, the fragrance was full of sleeves, the lotus was ten miles long, the water was clear for ever, the drizzle murmured the romance on a snowy night, and the faint smoke was telling the legend that the grass grew and the warbler flew. Who walked around the corner with an oil-paper umbrella and looked at the handsome guy in her heart? Who lingers on the misty blue slate, waiting for the girl like lilac? Spring blossoms "If you are well, it will be sunny."
7. Last night, the whole family got together to push a cup for tea, and the cool wine and sweet words turned into jokes. I've spent half my life in vain The inscription is perfect. Who can see the vows and floating names among the secluded mountains and rivers? Oil-paper umbrella on the bluestone board by the lake. The traveler stopped to fold flowers and got wet. How proud the jade petals in the south of the Yangtze River are, but they cling to flowers and chase the rain, just like dust. Your beautiful swaying flowers remind me of the past. I am willing to turn duckweed into a ripple in the middle of the lake and only accompany you through the years. The scriptures are recited slowly. Chinese businessmen wear torches, their sleeves are as thick as their hearts, and the viola in the forest is euphemistic. The mountains understand my sadness and tears, and I know that the past has been cut and the rain has fallen. Your swaying beautiful flowers remind me of the past. I would like to turn duckweed into a lake, only to accompany you through the ripples of the years. You are too ruthless to sway and wrinkle in the night wind. I am willing to turn quicksand into a lake, just waiting for the rotation of spring and summer with you. Whoever hides the rain between mountains and rivers in his heart will be deeply hidden in his heart. -Vae is between mountains and rivers
8. Comparing raindrops to tears, the oil-paper umbrella still lights up at dusk. -Original
9. How can I forget that this city is absolutely gorgeous? It was cold, dew soaked the orchid window, rouge was hidden, and his lips were smiling. The legend of the Millennium is still singing softly in the sound of the piano, the oil-paper umbrella has turned yellow, and people have not dispersed. -Yilin
10. He finally stopped, turned around and raised his oil-paper umbrella slightly, Gherardini: "So?"
At that moment, it seemed that the cold plum fragrance was floating in the rain, covered in fox fur sleeves, which was mostly an indelible illusion in my memory. Because it was such a rainy day at that time, rootless water in the sky fell like beads. When my life passed, I saw a man walking towards me with a 64-bone oiled paper umbrella. He held an umbrella slightly in the heavy rain in Weiguo, and the blood blurred my eyes and I couldn't see his face clearly. I often feel that it is a dying illusion, and I still don't know if the truth is what I think. -Seven Childes of Tang Dynasty, Hua Xu Yin
1 1. Under the oiled paper umbrella, whose love story, whose vision. -Plum
12. Oil-paper umbrella with light rain and cool wind, playing the piano and inkstone in Tsing Yi. -Original
13. Poetry and the distance, standing in the field with an oil-paper umbrella-original
14. Green flag, oiled paper umbrella, heartbroken words, nobody looked. -Original
15. Xiaoqiao He Qing Oil Paper Umbrella, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. -Original
3. Famous essays and poems about oil-paper umbrellas.
1, "The rain on the West Lake tells my Millennium bitterness"
Author: anonymous
In this season when Claudia's leaves are red and willow green, I walked on a gondola with an oiled paper umbrella and stood at the bow. I looked disappointedly: I passed through the misty and rainy West Lake embankment, the winding alleys of the long street, the white walls of the tile houses and the cornices and windows, looming.
Even if there is an autumn moon in Pinghu and a gentle spring dawn in Su Causeway, it is a long-cherished wish that a thousand trees bloom and weeping willows are ten miles away. Blue waves are rippling, carrying my nostalgia, rain all the way, flowers all the way, sighs all the way, and melancholy all the way. ...
In the distance, bamboo music is faint. Who gently clasps the bamboo string, who dances Xiao Guan, Ying Ge, Yan Ni, or lingering acacia. Shake the water, shake the heart, shake the mood and shake the life.
When the boat reached the shore, I stepped on the microwave, with clouds on my sleeves, and walked lightly in the Millennium dream. The distance is foggy, where is the past life and where is the afterlife.
2. Oil-Paper Umbrella in Rain Lane of Jiangnan
Author: anonymous
Dai Wangshu's famous misty poem Rain Lane, a poet who likes rain lanes, is only because of his poetic oil-paper umbrella. You see, it rains at night and the alley is deep. At this moment, an oil-paper umbrella stumbled silently on the wet bluestone path, which was so lonely.
What kind of sadness, raindrops dripping on the edge of the umbrella, should be like pearls of all sizes pouring into a plate of crisp and moist; The person under the umbrella should be a navy gown, and there must be a pale and young face under the round glasses with black edges.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane ...
3. The Missing of Stone Street
Author: anonymous
Stone street covered with vicissitudes of life
An oil-paper umbrella glides leisurely.
Fantastic light blue
Embroidered with an elegant lotus flower
It is March when fireworks are gorgeous and intoxicating.
There is a drizzle like sorrow.
My thoughts converge into a distant river.
Clear and soft waves
Me under an oil-paper umbrella
It is already a lotus in bud.
4. Meet in a long lonely rainy lane
Author: anonymous
I want to finish my unfinished wish before the end of my life-to hold an oil-paper umbrella and stay together in the long and lonely rain lane. I won't leave you.
Even if there is red dust besides red dust, even if the end of the road is endless, even if I am as thin as a leaf, I will choose the road.
Because of the invitation of half a century, I have long been homesick. I still use my paper umbrella to keep out the rain, but I am afraid that your name will be wet into deep and shallow tears, which will remind me of the only pain in my heart.
From now on, I can't hold your figure to keep warm, or even walk through this fish lane.
The alley is empty, just like my broken heart. Some are the loneliness of a pool of rain hitting the banana, some are the melancholy of leaves blown by the wind, a kind of sadness when a person drinks the bright moon alone, and there is a girl who outlines the sadness with a touch of sadness.
A sad and chaotic story, an endless Singin' in the Rain.
5. "Oil-paper umbrellas wait for the rainy season in previous lives."
Author: dream come true
Jiangnan yanshui road
Jin Hang
But I didn't meet anyone who left.
Who can use an oil-paper umbrella?
Hold up the sleeping spring.
Suddenly become eternal tenderness.
That plain-looking woman
Shake the skirt gently
In the deep rain lane
Fade away ...
A long winding green path
4. Poems about paper umbrellas
Bai Juyi, Jiang Nanyu and Gu Xiang's Memories of Jiangnan Jiang Nanyi II.
In the oiled paper umbrella, I hate to wear it. Under the lilac, my eyes are wet. The dream was closed.
"Rain Lane" Author: Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She has the same color and fragrance as cloves. She was sad and sad in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. Disappointed again, she walked silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and like lilacs floating in a dream. This girl drifted past me. She walked away silently, far away to the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, lilac-like melancholy, supported the oil-paper umbrella.
5. Poems about umbrellas
Fisherman's pride: there is a breeze in the leaves and dew in the flowers.
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
There is a breeze in the leaves and dew in the flowers. A couple are in a cage full of flowers. Top silk, red brocade and white brocade. Miss Lian is jealous. Frightened flight is not allowed to get together for a long time. Shen Hong is already dusk. There is light rain on the umbrella. Shui Han has no place to stay. We have to go back. Let it fly away in the rain
Two stories of drama and virtue
Year: Song Author: Cao Xun
Steady body and mind are often frank and open, which is never high.
There are parades all over the country, but you don't borrow umbrellas when it rains.
Wanling road middle
Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli
A stream has a pair of clothes, and a bridge has a hundred feet.
The sound of the umbrella is loose and the rain falls, and the shadow of the nest flows in the pond.
Dogs follow passengers by mistake, and cows follow shepherds.
You have to slow down, the road slip test is in a hurry.
6. What poems describe umbrellas?
1. Unfortunate people always open umbrellas when there is no rain, not to cover their heads, but to create wind-Song Yang Wanli's "Crossing the Boat and Being Anren"
2. The green umbrella slightly rains-Song Ouyang Xiu's "The fisherman is proud, the leaves follow the breeze, and the flowers follow the dew"
3. Lotus leaves covered with green umbrellas-Shu's "The Fisherman proudly picks lotus on the north bank of the river"
4. Golden Jade Umbrella Covers, Low Hanging Smoke Cages, Embroidered Clothes-Pomegranate Tree by Tang Juyi
5. The blue umbrella reflects the red makeup-Shu's "The Fisherman is proud, the lotus leaf is half-rolled"
6. Umbrella in the wind forest, low crown into the cloud sinus —— Tang Lugui's dream "Poem 20" is to attack the beauty in Taihu Lake and enter the forest house cave.
7. An umbrella is not as good as a nail to win a hat, and its teeth are not as good as a musk deer-Song Yang Wanli's Mushroom.
8. Whenever an official fires an umbrella, the Western Hills are not sacred —— Song Yang Wanli's Eating the Mausoleum
9. The fragrance spreads far and wide to the west, and the brocade umbrella is highly ironed-Shu Haitang by Song Zengji.
10. Zi Wen's service, fire umbrella is always there-Song Li and Ceng Bo's "Water Tune Song Tou Ji You Su Zhang Yuan Yi Deyu"
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Huang Qiu lifts the Virgin lightly, and the red umbrella covers the virtuous princess —— A Sun Day Meeting in the Partridge Rain by Liang Yuan 12. Sitting in a monk's room with an official fire umbrella towel —— Song Aishen's White Rabbit Temple 13. Feng (surname)
14. Have a good mind, just in the umbrella, just in the spring-Jiang's Tao Chengzhi's Birthday
15. The rainbow is in the array, and the fire umbrella is under the command of Lingguan —— Close "Watching Tower Lights and Lake Source Rhyme"
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