Rain Alley
Dai wangshi
Dai wangshu
Chen surnamed Zhu surnamed Zhou.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Fengxiangzhai
Wandering in the long, long
Y incarnation Shion,
Lonely rain lane,
Wang fengzhu
I hope to see
Frequent communication between friends and family
Like cloves.
Jacqueline de Niang.
A girl with a grudge.
imitate awkwardly
She does.
dēng Xiāng yàng de yán sè，
Clove-like color,
dēng Xiāng yàng de fēn fāng，
Lilac-like fragrance,
děng Xiāng y yàng de yüu chóu，
Sad as cloves,
I'm yǔ zhā iyun,
Mourning in the rain,
āI Yuàn yòu fǎng Huáng；
Sadness and hesitation;
Y incarnation Siang,
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Chen surnamed Zhu surnamed Zhou.
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Xiang wǒyàng，
Like me,
Sianville Andi
Like me.
I don't care,
In silence,
Look, look, look.
Cold, sad, melancholy.
I don't know what you're talking about.
She approached quietly.
züu jìn，yòu tóu ch
Get close and throw again.
tàI x y bān de yǎn guāng，
Breathing eyes,
tāpiāo Guo
She floated by.
Xiang mèng yān de，
Like a dream,
This is the first time I have seen you.
Sad and confused like a dream.
Xixiang mingchu
Floating like a dream
yīzhdīng Xiāng de，
A lilac,
wüshēn páng piāo guòzhènáng；
I passed this girl by;
Hello, hello, hello,
She went away silently, far away,
Mr. Li Qiang,
A crumbling fence,
Y incarnation Shion.
Walk through this rainy path.
Zahi y incarnation,
In the lamentation of the rain,
xiāo liǎo tā de yán sè，
Remove her color,
imperial edict
Scattered her fragrance.
Hello, hello.
Disappeared, even hers
This is a good example,
Breathing eyes,
This is a good example.
Lilac is melancholy.
Chen surnamed Zhu surnamed Zhou.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Fengxiangzhai
Wandering in the long, long
Y incarnation Shion,
Lonely rain lane,
Hello, hello.
I hope to float over.
Frequent communication between friends and family
Like cloves.
Jacqueline de Niang.
A girl with a grudge.
Rain Lane writing background:
Rain Lane was written in the summer of 1927, after the bloody "412" massacre. The poet is 22 years old. The poet, who was arrested for taking part in the revolution, fell into pain in the face of the white terror that enveloped the whole country. He lives in seclusion in a friend's house in Songjiang, Jiangsu, chewing "being the distress of China people in this era", "sitting in the night listening to the wind and sleeping in the night listening to the rain", expecting a gorgeous rainbow to float in the haze. But living in poverty, poets can only seek comfort in "old footprints", "colorful clothes of youth" and wandering under the stars. The softness of personality and the pressure of the times make Rain Lane a projection of reality darkness and disillusionment in the poet's heart, full of feelings of hesitation, disappointment and sadness.