Haiyan Heqing Four O’clock Days - Chapter 103

  Chapter 103 [Snowy Snow Winter Dream] A little bit of cold and snow before the snow covered the daffodil pickles [Xiaoxue·Third]

  Yang raises yin and lowers qi but does not cross,

  The wind is cold and the grass is awkward.

   Not afraid of winter, children laugh,

  Carefree is young.

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  The land of Jingchu and the south of the Yangtze River are only separated by a thin line. Visiting Wudang Mountain and climbing the mountain bring a lot of fatigue. Then you can have a rest in Jiangnan Water Village.

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  China China Shenzhou Jiangnan————

  It is different from the spring day of Yanliu Painting Bridge. Although Jiangnan is still damp at this time, drops of fine water droplets are frozen in the air as if they have been casted into a fixation technique.

  Everything in the south of the Yangtze River seems to have been frozen, and all the scenery has changed from flowing elegance to the solemnity of a scroll.

A faint chill lingers around people through the wind and water vapor, and there is still a slight warmth from the ground. It is the warmth that this Jiangnan water village has accumulated from spring and summer to the present. Now it feeds back to the surrounding air, making people feel quiet I feel a little bit of life in it.

  Rao is winter, Jiangnan is still full of water vapor from the river to the sky. I don’t know when it will be rain, so people selling umbrellas in deep alleys often open their doors.

This umbrella is not a common metal folding umbrella, but a purely handmade oiled paper umbrella, painted with a layer of tung oil, so you don’t even have to worry about abalone, and there is no such thing as a folding umbrella, which will change when the wind blows. It was funnel-shaped and filled with rain full of umbrellas, but it drenched people’s heart.

  Kyushu is very interested in oil-paper umbrellas. After all, I once saw a piece of “Rain Alley” in my mother’s lesson plan, in which there was a poet holding the oil-paper umbrella alone.

  Kyushu can’t understand the deeper meanings implied in the poet’s poem, but it deeply remembers the oil-paper umbrella in the rain alley. At that time, Kyushu had agreed with her mother that in the summer vacation, she would look for a water village in the south of the Yangtze River and see the real oil-paper umbrella.

  I think again of the long oiled paper umbrella on Wudang Mountain. Although it is simple and without a trace of decoration, the feeling of the bamboo pole in the hand is much better than the cold metal folding umbrella!

  Now that we have the opportunity, why doesn’t Kyushu want to go and see what the oil paper umbrella really looks like? Pulling Xiaoxue and running in the deep alley, he finally arrived at the oil paper umbrella shop.

  ”Does the little girl want to buy this umbrella? Why don’t you bring a red umbrella, and the exam will go smoothly in the future!” Seeing that Kyushu had been looking at the shop for a long time, the owner of the umbrella shop opened his mouth.

  Kyushu is curious about how this umbrella is made, but after all, this is a craft for raising a family, and perhaps it will not be spread…

   was thinking, Koyuki, a Kyushu who was embarrassed to speak, bought an umbrella for Kyushu, thinking that if Kyushu wanted to study it, it wouldn’t be a big deal to dismantle it.

  I bought an umbrella, and was pulled by Xiaoxue to leave the umbrella shop. If Kyushu wanted to ask, naturally he never asked.

  As for the umbrella, Kyushu did not take it apart. After reading the words engraved on the umbrella handle, Xiaoxue took Kyushu to the cloud…

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  China Shenzhou Tianfu Chuanshu——

  In a small oil-paper umbrella factory, a middle-aged man was sitting at the door, what he was wearing with a needle and thread in his hand, and the children in a single shirt surrounded the adult and kicked the ball.

  I don’t know if I think the child is making flowers like flowers in front of him, or what happened, the craftsman who made the umbrella suddenly stopped his work and pulled the child into the house.

  After a while, a conversation sounded in the house.

   “Put on some clothes, are you afraid of the cold?”

  It may be that the child was making an unwillingness, and a sound of “ding and banging” sounded, and then only saw a tightly bound child pouting and running out.

  The child didn’t care about the father who threaded the umbrella for a long time. The father might also deliberately hang the child for a while. For a long time, the father opened the mouth first.

  ”Don’t sit there anymore, come and learn, and the factory will have to be handed over to you in the future.”

   After talking, he pulled the temper-tempered child to sit next to him, and taught the art of making umbrellas.

  Look at the colorful thread in the father’s hand, like a dragon, passing between the bamboo bones of the oil-paper umbrella…

  　Knowledge link: [related knowledge mentioned in this chapter (including some extensions)]

  　　 Xiaoxue Sanhou

  　　①The weather rises in the second week

  　　 other related

  　　① “Rain Lane”: “Rain Lane” is a modern poem written in 1927 by the Chinese poet Dai Wangshu. The poem describes the lyrical protagonist “holding an oil-paper umbrella”, wandering alone in a long and lonely rain alley, behind this is the poet’s own confusion about the road ahead of the revolution.

  　　② Oil-paper umbrella: National intangible cultural heritage, represented by Jiangnan classical manufacturing method, the existing traditional oil-paper umbrella factory is only one in Luzhou, Sichuan.

  　　③Tianfu Sichuan: “Tianfu” refers to Sichuan or Chengdu Plain. Sichuan and Shu are both abbreviations of Sichuan Province.

  　　[Part of the information comes from the Internet, and is made by self-integration and interpretation]

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