The ancient lane shrouded in misty rain is like the amorous poet. The ruined ancient trees are swaying her style, as if trying to prove the value of its own existence. Fishing songs are whispering, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is misty.
I followed your road, took your books, carried your last wishes, returned to the alley when you left, and stood at the end of the road you walked.
I seem to see your misty alley. I believed you, held up an oil paper umbrella and went in. I want to find the lilac woman for you and tell her your dreams and regrets.
But now the rain lane shrouded in misty rain has long lost its past vitality and vitality. Inside it are a group of carefully built folk houses of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, mostly white walls and green tiles. High and straight walls of wind and fire, connected into one, cut off the sky. There are ancient trees, and the spring water flows past with wild flowers. Among these ancient trees, there are many Chinese toons, locusts and pines over a thousand years. Its shielding of the ancient lane makes it more mysterious.
I followed your path and came back with your dream. They probably saw that I was similar to you, but they shook their heads again, youre not him, hes different. Yeah, how can I be like you? Everyone has his own value. Just like the meaning of ancient lane.
But in fact, since the rain lane became a place for outsiders to watch, the rain lane gradually lost its original nature. All its furnishings are just a smile for visitors. Today, with the progress of science and technology and the development of economy, culture is shrinking day by day. People do not hesitate to separate Yuxiang from culture for the sake of commercial value and economic interests. This is so sad! How underground is the value of one ticket. Whether people pay attention to spiritual needs while pursuing material enjoyment.
The rain lane has changed. The misty rain in the past is filled with thick fog today; The colorful past has lost its life expression today; The old Hawking has long been replaced by car sirens. And what about the lilac woman? I cant find it. I can only stand at the end of the road you h**e walked and review your original dreams and regrets.
Rain lane forgot. It has forgotten its own cultural value and has been trampled by people as a tourist attraction; It forgets its own closed and leisurely life and actively accepts the essence of the dross. Yuxiang forgot... Yuxiang has been integrated with todays flowing cities. Perhaps, only on a spring morning, when the fishing song rings again, when the fishermen go to sea again, the pear flowers rain again over the rain lane, and a string of crisp wind bells ring behind them, the rain lane will restore its original authenticity and simplicity.
I left your way, left the rain lane. That road is so deep and long, but its not my way. There was my shallow footsteps knocking, there was too much noise. In this age of material desires, can people face up to the value of rain lane. Please return a skylight in the misty rain!