[Youth School] Cicada Falls

On the third day of outing, free activities in the morning, gather for lunch at noon, and return flight in the afternoon.So Qian Sanyi and Yu Chanluo didn't have much time, so they could only get up early at six o'clock and go to Shuicheng to play.

The river shuttles through the ancient town that is blurred by time. The boatman paddles slowly through the bamboo canopy boat. The child and his companions pull a long rope and hang up the colorful cloth that is flying.

In the long rainy alley, Qian Sanyi is handsome in Tsing Yi, with short black and soft hair, tall and tall, carrying a cloth bag in the style of the Republic of China, and his pupils are shimmering.

With a smile on his lips, he looked at the girl in front of him and said softly:

Holding a paper umbrella, alone

Long and long hesitation

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope every time

A clove

A grumpy girl.

she is the color of lilac

Fragrance like cloves

Lilac-like sorrow,

Lament in the rain

Sad and hesitating

She was hesitating in this lonely rain alley

Holding a paper umbrella

like me

Like me

Silently

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy

She approached silently

Approached, then cast

Taixi vision

She drifts by

Like a dream

Sad and confused like a dream

Drifting by in a dream

Lilac

This girl floats by my side

She was far away and far away silently

To the wall of the decadent

Walk through this rainy alley

In the mourning of the rain

Lost her color

Loose her fragrance

Dissipated, even her

Taixi-like vision

her lilac melancholy

Holding a paper umbrella

Wandering alone in the long, long

Lonely rain alley

I hope to drift

A clove

Sad girl

Yu Chanluo was wearing a plain student dress of the Republic of China, and the ink-dyed skirt swayed like a blooming lily. The puddles between the bluestone slabs reflected the girl's slender back, and the snow-colored oil-paper umbrella with ink plums hooked gently on her shoulders.

Hearing him recite the poem, Yu Chan paused, stopped in her tracks, turned her head and smiled at him, the smile blossomed.

Without thinking about it, Qian Sanyi was much luckier than Dai Wangshu.No matter who the lilac girl in Dai Wangshu's poem is, she eventually passed by his side and disappeared at the end of the rainy alley, becoming a disillusioned dream.

And Qian Sanyi really met his Lilac girl, she stopped for him, she was equally beautiful and noble, but not sad.