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A Walk in the Lonely Rain Alley |
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As the cool breeze swept through the night sky, the drizzling rain fell softly
on the pavement. I stood in the desolate rain alley, surrounded by the dim
yellow light of street lamps. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the
lonely night as occasional passersby hurried by, disappearing into the misty
rain.
The damp night air stirred up my thoughts, leading me into a realm of solitude
and melancholy. My mind wandered through the fine raindrops, lost in
contemplation of life's fleeting beauty. As I watched a moth chase after the
light, I wondered where it would go and which window it would enter. Its short
life reminded me of the fragile nature of existence and the beauty of living in
the moment.
In this setting, I remembered the poet Dai Wangshu and his melancholic maiden in
the rain alley, as described in his poem. Like her, perhaps there were others
standing at their windows, listening to the rain tapping on their lonely hearts,
quietly waiting for a companion to join them.
I enjoyed walking alone in the rain, feeling the cool drops trickle down my face
and letting my thoughts wander. It was as if I was searching for a feeling, just
like Dai Wangshu's solitary figure wandering through the rain alley with an
oil-paper umbrella. In my imagination, I would meet someone like the poet's
forlorn maiden, with a color and fragrance like that of a lilac, and we would
disappear together into the misty rain.
Although I knew the rain alley and the maiden were merely symbolic
representations in Dai Wangshu's poetry, I still loved the solace of a quiet
night and a deserted alley. This poem serves as a reflection of my own journey
and a tribute to the insomniac shadows in my life. |
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