"In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs. There is an appointment not to come for the night and a half, and the chess pieces are idle and the lights are dropped. In the south of the Yangtze River in June, the Huangmei season is misty and rainy. Under the eaves of every house, the drizzle is like silk, gently knocking on the tiles, making a melodious sound. The grass pond, the frogs chirped everywhere, and the poet asked a friend to play chess, but it was already the middle of the night, but the friend had not yet arrived. A person, a lamp, and a game of chess, gently knocked on the chess pieces in the lonely waiting, and the lanterns fell off with shock......
This is the scene depicted in the Southern Song Dynasty poet Zhao Shixiu's "The Guest", the light rain is dripping, the sound of frogs is coming and going, the unique seasonal characteristics of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, in Shaoxing where I stayed for a week, I couldn't do it except for Shaoxing, and I temporarily settled outside the window of this exquisite hotel during the trip, which is such a vivid picture.
After visiting customers in the afternoon, on the way back to the hotel, I walked alone in the rain and felt this unique Jiangnan water town with every inch of skin. On both sides of the streets, the white-walled and tiled houses are scattered, like an ink painting. Rainwater dripped down the eaves and hit the bluestone pavement, creating ripples in circles. Pedestrians hurried by, the woman on foot held an oil-paper umbrella, and the little brother who ran the takeaway rode through the depression, splashing patches of water, forming a vivid picture.
When "Miss Mei" visited, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River was dripping and continuous. It was like a huge bead curtain in the sky, shrouding the whole world in a haze. "Don't wait for the rain to come before the ground is wet, and there are no clouds and the sky is low", dense drizzle is everywhere, covering the entire Jiangnan.
In the rainy season, reading Tang and Song poems, and savoring the endless plum rain in the poems of the ancients, there is a special interest. "How much leisure is there? A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains", therefore, the poet He Zhu got the name "He Meizi", and Huang Ting insisted that he "explained the Jiangnan broken intestine sentence, only now only He Fanghui". The plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River is a poem that cannot be written for thousands of years, and it has its unique beauty. The silky drizzle, the scene of frogs chirping everywhere in the grassy pond, and the misty and rainy ink paintings. As the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu said: "There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain." "Although there are no sunny days in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, it has a unique charm and poetry." Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys. The Song Dynasty poet Lu You also did not hesitate to write and depict the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. To be honest, I don't really like rainy days, except for those in Jiangnan.