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Rainy Night Yusi

Tonight, the light rain is slim and gentle. I am that kind of arrogant and unruly man at home, he didn’t listen to his wife’s dissuade, and insisted to go to Binjiang Road alone in the rainy night, overlooking the shining farm lights on the other side of the river. People have two periods of time that belong to themselves. After coming out of the womb that gave birth to life, they enter their infancy and grow up under the care of their parents. They are carefree because all the ups and downs in the world are blocked by their parents. There is also a big stage where you can leave the sound of gongs and drums, sing the drum together, perform joys and sorrows, and enjoy the performance at the end of life, return to the peace of life, listen to the pastoral songs, and enjoy the infinite autumn scenery. The dim night is a kind of beauty, especially the rainy night, how can I let it go? I was holding an umbrella and walking in the world dripping with water. The shadow cast by the street lamp pole was a little turbid. The tall building which was in full swing to decorate its appearance gave me an inexplicable sense of depression, but I still had to go forward against the rain. Sometimes I think, why do I have to walk here every day? I suddenly felt that my image was just like the man holding the oiled paper umbrella in the rain Lane of Dai Wangshu, but what he was waiting for was a girl with sorrow like clove, like flowers and Jade; while I am walking on this road, I just look for a quiet and leisure room for myself with a hope, which can place my spiritual world. It is said that life has no definite number. Looking back, it is the end of the world, but I always feel that life has definite number. When I left in 1911, I was still in the Crossroads. After entering the city, dashanping, which was crowed by chickens and dogs, lived in a big courtyard at Chengxi entrance, where I spent my childhood, till now, there are still scars left on the butt after being smashed by the cruel mother with bamboo strips because she sneaked to the Yangtze river to swim. After going through a long nail on the road of life, I moved back to this concrete multi-storey building built on the former site of the compound which was torn down into dilapidated fences. When I was a child, chengxikou was a vegetable market. As soon as the sky was bright, vegetable farmers in all directions would use their own vegetables and fruits on carts or bamboo baskets to play on both sides of the street, from morning till night, that kind of noise had never stopped, and only at night did everything calm down, except the occasional sound of shocking wood from storytellers in the Teahouse, the sound of gongs and drums from the Sichuan Opera yard across the door and the unique sound of shouting and accompaniment. However, what is wrapped in the night today is no longer a scene with a faint ancient charm in the early 1950 s. On this side of the street is a clear eight-storey building, the opposite teahouses and theaters have become elevator apartments higher than the mountain opposite the Yangtze River. The pace of modernization has stepped over the old Chengxi estuary with the characteristics of the era of small-scale peasant economy, but the thinking mode of the old generation still stubbornly stops when they are interdependent and neighbors help each other. The loss of the green concrete forest made people hear each other, old and dead, worshiping money and indifference everywhere, which made us more and more unaccustomed. Rain is always attached to trees, thinking that attaching to them will turn into new life; Pedestrians at night always expect the lights in front of them, which may be the end of the journey.

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