Nostalgia poems Yu Guangzhong

"Nostalgia" Yu Guangzhong (Taiwan)

When I was a child

Nostalgia is a small stamp

I am here

Mother is over there

After growing up

Nostalgia is a narrow ticket

I am over here

The bride is over there

Later

Nostalgia is a short grave

I am outside

Mother is inside

And now

Nostalgia is a shallow strait

I am on this side

The mainland is on the other side

Original understanding: Just like the poem Nostalgia, it also contains affection.

Stamps are an image. The ship stamps, stamps, graves, etc. in the poem are all images, and they all express feelings of homesickness.

A stamp from his youth, a boat ticket from his youth, and even a grave in the future all embody the poet’s long-lasting thoughts of his hometown, as well as those of thousands of overseas wanderers. (Yu Guangzhong was born in Nanjing in 1928. His ancestral home is Yongchun, Fujian. His mother is originally from Wujin, Jiangsu, so he also calls himself a Jiangnan native.)

"Four Rhymes of Nostalgia" by Yu Guangzhong

Give me a scoop of the Yangtze River Water, Yangtze River water

Yangtze River water like wine

The taste of drunkenness

It is the taste of nostalgia

Give me a ladle of Yangtze River water Ah Yangtze River water

Give me a piece of Begonia Red, Begonia Red

Bloody Begonia Red

The burning pain of boiling blood

It’s the burning pain of nostalgia

Give me a piece of crabapple red, crabapple red

Give me a piece of snowflake white, snowflake white

The same snowflake white as a letter

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The waiting for letters from home

It is the waiting of nostalgia

Give me a piece of white snowflakes

Give me a fragrant wintersweet flower Fragrance

Mother's fragrance of wintersweet

Mother's fragrance

It is the fragrance of the country

Give me a fragrance of wintersweet, fragrance of wintersweet

Poems about Nostalgia in Yu Guangzhong

1. When a young boy leaves home and his elder comes back, his local pronunciation has not changed and his hair on his temples has faded. Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Book of Returning to Hometown"

2. Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive seasons. Knowing from afar that my brothers were climbing to a high place, they planted dogwood trees and one of them was missing. Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Shandong Brothers on September 9th"

3. I am even more timid when I'm close to my hometown and don't dare to ask anyone. Tang and Song Zhiwen "Du Dayu Ling"

4. Where is my hometown? You will forget it unless you are drunk. Song Li Qingzhao's "Bodhisattva Man"

5. Sad songs can be used as weeping, and looking from afar can be used as returning home. Han Yuefu Folk Song "Elegy"

6. When you come from your hometown, you should know about it. When I came, in front of the beautiful window, were the winter plum blossoms blooming? "Three Miscellaneous Poems" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

7. Poems about people returning home after the wild geese, and thinking in front of the flowers, expressing their nostalgia and nostalgia. Sui Dynasty. Xue Daoheng's "Every Day I Think of Returning"

8. When I meet people, I gradually feel that the local accent is different, but I hate that the orioles sound like the old mountains. "Five Poems in Manshu" by Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty

9. There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, which is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown. "Quiet Night Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

10. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. Tang Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song"

11. The sun is far away from us, and the clothes are wearing thin. "Nineteen Ancient Poems of Han Dynasty. Line after line, line after line"

12. The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. Tang Dynasty. Du Fu's "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night"

13. Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest. Nineteen ancient poems of Han Dynasty "Traveling again and again"

14. Sadness is not the cause of separation. Warring States Period. Chu. Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs. Shao Siming"

15. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy. At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge"

16. Tonight, when the moon is bright, everyone can look around, wondering who is missing in autumn thoughts.

Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty "Watching the Moon on the Night of the Fifteenth and Send it to Dr. Du"

17. In the past, when I left, the willows clung to me; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing. "The Book of Songs. Xiaoya. Picking Wei"

18. The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang city, and the writer is full of ideas. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. Zhang Ji's "Autumn Thoughts"

19. Only the mirror lake water in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. Tang Dynasty. He Zhizhang's "Two Poems on Returning to Hometown" A Complete Collection of Yu Guangzhong's Quotes

1. Silence is a still time, and the reflection is so complete. ----"Collection of Poems"

2. Listen to you, you still love me, listen to you, the voice of the phoenix is ??full of death, the voice of the phoenix is ??full of spring, the voice of the phoenix is ??full of death, the voice of the phoenix is ??the voice of the phoenix, the voice of the phoenix is ??still there. Can spring be full of time? Time has passed by. There is only a fifth truth that once belonged to us. NN: Time does not make a sound until it stops. It rolls in front of no reality. The sound of people passing by is passing by. The vicissitudes of life. Climbing up the face, leaving fragments of each other, buried deep in the heart. Holding eternity in a moment, this is the first moment to hold eternity in one moment - "Nostalgia"

3. In the dream road, I don’t know how to send someone away, that is a guest, he is busy with his blindness, A moment of greed. You are a traveler, both temporary and eternal. What you do in your flesh and blood is also in your body and mind. ---- "Yucheng Ancient Temple"

4. The rain falls on the umbrellas of millions of people in this city. On the raincoats on the houses, on the small umbrellas, it rains on the Keelung Port on the breakwater. On the boat in the strait, Qingming this season rain. ----"Listen to the cold rain outside after a windy day"

5. Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third kind of stunning beauty. ----"Stunning Beauty"

6. When I go home, I zigzag through the labyrinth of Chenghuimen Street to Xiamen Street, with long alleys and short alleys, and only when it rains does the wind blow. Down below, there is a gentle breeze coming from the west, which makes people even more fanciful. Thinking about how miserable Taipei is today is like a black and white film. Thinking about the whole of China and the entire history of China is nothing more than a black and white film. From the beginning to the end of the film, it is like it is raining on this day. . ----"Listen to the cold rain of the military life"

7. You left a piece of pure white in the history of history, and you chanted in Chuze morning and evening. The river fish has been devouring it for more than two thousand years, but it cannot swallow even one of your proud bones! ----"Mourning Qu Yuan by the Tamsui River"

8. I stayed at Xitou twice, the fragrance of the trees was refreshing, and the cold night hit my elbows. I pillowed on the moist green mountain shadows and the overlapping mountains. Laidu rested in complete silence and fell asleep like an immortal. ----"Listen to the Cold Rain"

9. The shadow of the moon in the bottle, maybe that is your hometown and you have often looked up to it yearningly throughout your life? No matter whether you go out to cry to the west or cry to the east, Chang'an has already fallen - "Looking for Li Bai"

10. The autumn of the year of earth and gold is so long that our country and the sky are so long. , like a rudimentary eternity. ----"As long as I live, we will gradually leave"

11. "Mainland is my mother, Taiwan is my wife, Hong Kong is my lover, and Europe is my affair." I said this to my friend Pass. ----"Memory is as long as a railroad track"

12. It is too embarrassing to let go of Yelang after being demoted to the world. It is still a mystery. Is your birthplace Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Shaanxi? It’s better to go back to Yecheng, which hometown you want to go to? Wherever you get drunk, you said, it’s not a foreign land——"Looking for Li Bai"

13. The night watchman who has the most awakening is guarding these most awakening people. I always dream when I feel that a lamp is only supporting a huge leaning shadow. I am free and have the right to sleep soundly.

14. When I was young, my homesickness was like a small Stamps----"Nostalgia"

15. Then row to Taihu Lake, row to Dongting and listen to the ape crows of the Tang Dynasty, row to the gurgling Tianhe River to watch you wash your hair, and capsize the boat in the myth. It is also a beautiful traffic accident. You are weaving your brocade on the other side and I am playing my flute on this side - "Bitan"

16. On the six-seat tatami, Xiaomian is waiting for me. .

17. 1. The wine enters the intestines, seven minutes turns into eyes, and the rest of the day turns into sword-like laughter. With a spit, the child thinks he is alive and makes every sound. Half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. (Yu Guangzhong's "Looking for Feng Bai") 2. If you want to take care of yourself, you will still have the eyes of a young man. If you want to take care of yourself in Kyushu, you will still be the frost of Feng Bai.

(Yu Guangzhong's "Soliloquy") 3. If it's the beginning of new snow, and every eye is empty when you eat it, the bright shadow will be spread below, and the bright silver of your child will flow on it, and the earth will use you to make a sound for yourself. The child thinks that he is born every time when he eats and wants to move forward by himself. Every time his eyes look like snow, he thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the world. (Yu Guangzhong's "Beautiful Beauty") 4. You have been laughing since I was a child, and the red lotus rising from the rain is so graceful. You have been smiling for so many times, like a small order, to capture a piece of love. The allusion is as follows, and you will laugh more than once. (Yu Guangzhong's "Waiting for You, In the Rain") 5. The next time you think you are alive, you will be able to eat yourself up in this world. (Yu Guangzhong's "Hail Halley")

18. It is the same cricket that was sung in "Bin Feng·July", sung in "Tang Feng·Cricket", and sung in "Nineteen Ancient Poems" I have sung by Mulan's loom, I have sung in Jiang Kui's words, I have sung for working people, I have sung for women, I have sung for that cricket on the post road in the mountains, I have sung for it on the beacon tower of the Great Wall, I have sung for it in the hotel. I have sung in the courtyard, among the weeds on the battlefield, I have sung as a solitary guest, I have heard it as a wounded soldier

19. - Drinking and singing wildly, spending the days flying in the air, being domineering, and who is the hero? The pair of arrogant boots are still on Gao Lishi's feet. In the hands of shame and anger, the person has disappeared. The refugees and wounded soldiers are all over the ground. The rhythm of Hu horses and Qiang flutes is left to Du Er to chant in detail. Ever since that year when He Zhizhang was dazzled and recognized you as an immortal, he has been even more crazy. Hide yourself with a little enchanted wine pot, so that even your wife can't find it. You blame Chang'an for being small but the sky is long in the pot. In all your poems, you predict that you will suddenly escape from the water, maybe tomorrow you will just go on a boat. Breaking through the waves, your unruly hair makes enemies like a forest in the wind. Everyone in the world wants to kill you. How can cirrhosis of the liver kill you? The wine went into the intestines, seven parts turned into moonlight, the remaining three parts roared into sword energy, and spit it out, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty——"Looking for Li Bai"

20. From Tian Qin When we arrived at Tiangang, all the fantastic lights flashed in a blink of an eye. Oh, how mysterious it was. The midnight was slanting towards us, and we climbed a ladder together hand in hand, leaving time as if it were lost. ----"Bang"

21. The city is an isolated city. ----"Denver City"

22. You are not who, just say, you are everything----"Happy Journey"

23. Nostalgia is implemented in geography and people , and pervades history and culture. There is reality and imaginary, tangible and spiritual, and they must be compatible to be three-dimensional. Nostalgia is innate and natural, unlike nationalism which plays a political role. Equating nostalgia with nationalism, and adding government in addition to geography, people, history, and culture, is a vague concept that is "rounded off." Dynasties come and go, and politics imposed on others cannot last. ----"Memory is as long as a railroad track"

24. My heart is like the jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle of wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the seven-story tower, one after another, knocking a person's name---- "Wind Chimes"

25. Poetry is just a superficial reputation during one's lifetime. It only adds to the turmoil and is not enough to cure hunger. ----"Immortality is a pile of stubborn rocks"

26. Standing downwind, you can smell the leaves, the death message spread by the leaves in the forest, and the mature body fragrance of the entire Midwest. ----"The Shepherd Looking Homeward"

27. If you miss your own childhood, it may be because you have a second opportunity to become angry and let it go, it is your children's childhood. ----"The Sun Never Sets at Home"

28. In July, listen to the typhoon and rain playing blindly on the ancient roof all night, and the heat wave at the bottom of Qianxun is carried by the strong wind, overturning the entire The Pacific Ocean just presses heavily on his low eaves, and the entire sea rushes over his volute. ----"Listen to the Cold Rain"

29. In the era of slow rhythm , everything is so eternal and everlasting, love is like this, and the same is true for a piece of foolish love letter, which has been close to you for three years. In the era of high speed and tension, everything is born and dies, rises and falls, love and friendship, all trivial matters are swallowed up and spit out by the machine, becoming a mass of consumables on the car. ----"The Soul-Calming Bell"

30. When I turn around, my hair is black and blown by the wind, but when I look back, my hair is covered with snow. When the prodigal son grows old, only the mountains and rivers remain unchanged.

Count the warm and beautiful verses in my peripheral vision

①The new moon and the lone star

Like a lonely gull chasing the sailboat on the sea, like a golden bee in love Fragrant petals; there is no intimate kiss, only deep feelings; there is no vows and alliances, only silent staying together; until the end of the dark night, looking at how thin and radiant the face is; then we sadly die together for love, Drowning in the light of dawn.

②Waiting for you, in the rain

Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes the rainbow, the sound of cicadas sinks, the sound of frogs rises, and a pool of red lotus rises like red flames, in the rain. It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but I feel that every lotus looks like you, especially across the dusk, across such drizzle, eternity, moment, moment, eternity. Waiting for you, outside time and within time, waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, little lover, No, this hand should be picking lotuses. In the Wu Palace, this hand should be shaking a osmanthus oar. In the Mulan Boat, a star is hanging on the eaves of the Science Museum, hanging like an earring. The Swiss watch said it was seven o'clock. Suddenly you come, like the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you come, like a little order, you come from an allusion of love, from Jiang Baishi's words, you come rhythmically.

③ Because you are at the foot of the mountain, you are on the other side, the scenery is beautiful for you, the clouds are stretched for you, I once stood by the river and fantasized, the fantasy was in the wind, you came through the waves and stepped on the reeds. , I imagined that I would cross the river to collect herbs and hibiscus. Who do you want to leave behind? You and the Bodhisattva are together, compassionate and beautiful, but the fresh water is flowing, and I am left in the dust. This is a distance that cannot be helped. You are in my eyes, you are in my dreams, you are the ethereal Guanyin, in the air. The most interesting thing to see is the other side, not the mountain climbing. When you look up, you see the mountain, and when you look back, you see the shore. I am Shang Yin, not Lingjun, and I am Xingyin Zepan. ——"Guanyin Mountain"

④Grab a handful of ashes, every handful of ashes contains my despair. There is your back in every tear. When the fog rises, you step into the vastness, and I step into the vastness. The lovesickness is as slender as light years.

The ending of every love is separation, and every separation begins with meeting. The clouds only bloom for one sunny day, the rainbow only blooms for one dusk, and the lotus only blooms for one summer. For you, when summer dies, all the lotuses die for love. Summer is on the verge of death. Zhen Zhen, this is the last shower. It beats the mournful music on your umbrella. Which window, tomorrow morning, which one? Window, which windy window are you looking at? Use your small and cold hands to comb the long black sorrow. ——"Jue"

⑤After a striking Qingming rain, the kapok trees all over the street bloomed all at once, as if by appointment, like the sun accidentally told a joke, Laughing at the strings of red flowers inlaid with black from the south to the north of the city, brightening the eyes on the sidewalk, familiarizing the street scene at dusk. ――"Kapok"

⑥The moment of confusion

The gentle dusk, the beautiful dusk, when all the eyes are focused towards the west, watching the sunset before being buried at sea, filling the sky with magnificence The glow of the sky is like a tenor closing an opera, saying goodbye to our world. No matter how long the breakwater is stretched, it can't retain the remaining light of the sea, let alone stop the lonely cargo ship. Don't leave the port at this desolate moment. 15 classic sayings by Yu Guangzhong

1. Burn me to ashes, but my Han soul and Tang soul still linger in that thick soil.

2. An exquisite little treasure box hides precious little secrets. Are they my close-fitting ears or your close-fitting lips? ---- "Little Treasure Box"

3. Time, you can take away the singer, but you cannot take away the song. ----"Green Edge of Sorrow"

4. Stayed at Xitou twice, the fragrance of the trees was refreshing, and the cold night hit my elbows. I rested on my pillow against the moist green mountain shadows and the overlapping green mountains and the city of Wan Lai. It was all quiet, and he fell asleep like an immortal.

----"Listen to the Cold Rain"

5. It's too embarrassing to be destitute after being relegated to the world. It remains a mystery to this day. Is your native place Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Shaanxi? It's better to go back to Yecheng, which hometown you want to go to? Wherever you get drunk, you said, it's not a foreign country - "Looking for Li Bai"

6. How many rainy seasons can a hero withstand? How thick is the moss in his heart? ----"Listen to the Cold Rain"

7. In July, listen to the typhoon playing blindly on the ancient roof all night, and the heat wave at the bottom of the sea is blown up by the strong wind and overturned The entire Pacific Ocean is just pressing down heavily on his low eaves, and the entire sea rushes over his volute. ---- "Listen to the Cold Rain"

8. Many worldly things Although it is dazzling, it is worthless. Don't put yourself on the scale of the public, otherwise you will be at a loss and follow what others say. ----"Written to You in the Future"

9. Nostalgia is like a stamp.

10. If the night is a green rain, luckily I still have a desk lamp and a delicate little umbrella that opens up a warm yellow halo. If death is a black rain, luckily I still have it. There is a love. A small classical umbrella opens up a circle of soft red rain. No matter what it is made of, it has a crimson atmosphere or an orange halo. May you be my first umbrella to accompany me through the wet and cold weather. If the night is drenched with blue rain, if death is a black rain, if I stand on the rainy ground, waiting for you, holding an umbrella to greet you, waiting for you

11. For my father, there is nothing in the world as childish. A daughter of 18 years old is even more perfect. The only drawback is that she will grow up. Unless you hide her in freezing water for a long time, but this is probably illegal, and sooner or later her boyfriend will come on a horse or a motorcycle to take her. Kiss to wake up. ----"The Palm Print of the Left Hand"

12. Shakespeare said that poets and madmen do not belong to the world of mortals. The poet lives in seclusion next door to the madman, but the madman breaks into the poet's garden. ----"Selected Collection of Yu Guangzhong"

13. You are an independent person, and no one can erase your independence unless you compromise with the world. ----"Written to the Children of the Future"

14. When you turn around, your hair will be blown by the wind, but when you look back, your hair will be white with snow. When the prodigal son grows old, only the mountains and rivers remain unchanged.

15. No matter how good other people’s things are, they belong to others; no matter how bad your own things are, they still belong to you.

16. A visitor comes from afar, and there is wind and rain from afar between my eyebrows——"The Man Who Reads Faces"

17. In this life, this life, this life, this life, I cry the most forgetfully There are two cries, once at the beginning of my life and once at the end of your life. The first time I won’t remember hearing you say it. The second time, you won’t know. It’s useless for me to say it, but in the middle of the two cries ah! There is endless laughter, over and over again, echoing for a full thirty years, you know it and I remember it. ----"This Life and This Life"

18. Apricot blossoms, spring rain, Jiangnan. Six square characters, maybe the piece of soil is inside. No matter whether Chixian, China or China, changes come and go, as long as Cangjie’s inspiration never dies and the beautiful Chinese language never gets old, the magnet-like centripetal force of the image will surely remain. Because a square character is a world. ----"Listen to the Cold Rain"

19. The light blue night overflows into the window. The summer pour is too full. The small palace lantern with fireflies is dreaming. Dreaming about the Tang Palace. Dreaming about chasing Qingqing. Luo Xiaoshan dreamed of the funeral of a star on another summer night, dreamed of the extension and disappearance of a flash of light and your exclamation, my recall and a moment of speechlessness——"The Burial of a Star"

20. Some books are not suitable for intensive reading, but also do not need to be skimmed. They can only be read for preparation, such as dictionaries.

21. Although it is safe to choose mediocrity, it is absolutely colorless

22. Drinking and singing in vain, being domineering and domineering, those arrogant boots are still in Gao Lishi’s shameful and angry hands. In his hand, the person disappeared, and the refugees and wounded soldiers on the ground were left to Du Er to chant in detail the rhythm of Hu horses and Qiang flutes. Ever since that year when He Zhizhang was dazzled and recognized you as a banished immortal, he used his pretense even more crazily. Only the enchanted little jug hides itself, and even the wife cannot find it. You complain that the city of Chang'an is small but the sky in the jug is long. In all your poems, you predict that the water will suddenly escape, maybe tomorrow a small boat will break through the waves. Unruly hair makes enemies like a forest in the wind. Everyone in the world wants to kill you. How can cirrhosis of the liver kill you? The wine went into my heart, seven parts turned into moonlight, and the remaining three parts roared into sword energy. When I spat it out, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty——"Looking for Li Bai"

23. The Desolate Huqin After a long afternoon, there was no customer in the side streets and alleys; he hugged Hu Qin and complained to the evening: Walking around for a whole day only earns loneliness! ----"The Blind Fortune Teller"

24. Seven points of the moonlight, three points of the sword energy. The wine entered the intestines, seven points turned into the remaining three points of the moonlight, and the whistle became the sword energy show mouth. Vomiting is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty

25. Seventy percent of the wine goes into the intestines and turns into moonlight, and the remaining three parts roars into sword energy. When you spit it out, half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty ---- "Looking for Li Bai》

26. Zhuo Wenjun has been dead for two thousand years, but spring is still spring. ----"Dadu Mountain"

27. Looking for Li Bai (1) Drinking and singing, spending the day in vain, soaring and domineering. Those arrogant boots are still in the shameful and angry hands of Gao Lishi. People But they disappeared, leaving the refugees and wounded soldiers all over the ground, leaving the rhythm of Hu horses and Qiang flutes to Du Er to chant in detail. Ever since that year when He Zhizhang was dazzled and recognized you as an immortal, he became even more crazy and used one to be possessed by a demon. The cursed little wine pot hides itself, and even the wife cannot find it. You blame the small city of Chang'an and the long sky in the pot. In all your poems, you predict that the water will suddenly escape. Maybe tomorrow, you will only have a small boat to break through the waves, and your hair will be unruly in the wind. ----"Looking for Li Bai"

28. The blind fortune teller saw the miserable Huqin in his peripheral vision for a long afternoon. There was no customer in the side streets and alleys; he hugged the Huqin again and complained to the dusk: He only made money after walking around for a whole day. Lonely! He can clearly explain the fate of others, but his own fate is pulling people away: a girl will accompany him through his remaining years, and a cane will taste the ups and downs of his life! ----"The Blind Fortune Teller"

29. Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain, the sound of cicadas falls, the sound of frogs rises, a pool of red lotus rises like red flames, in the rain, you come It's the same no matter what, but I feel that every lotus is like you, especially across the dusk, across this drizzle, eternity, moment, moment, eternity, waiting for you, outside time, outside time, waiting for you, in the moment, If your hand is in my hand in eternity, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, little lover, this hand should pick lotus, and in Wu Palace, this hand should shake a handle of cinnamon syrup In the magnolia boat, a star hangs like an earring on the cornice of the Science Museum. The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock. Suddenly you come walking on the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, like a little order. You come from a small order. In the allusion of love, you come. From Jiang Baishi's words, you come, rhythmically - "Waiting for you, in the rain"

30. Otherwise, it will be a thunderstorm night, white smoke In the ordinary gauze tent, you can listen to the drums playing again and again, the torrential rain is pouring down, the strong electric pipa is frightening, and the panic of shaking the roof tiles is rising. Otherwise, it is the sloping northwest rain. Brushing it diagonally on the window glass, whipping it on the wall and hitting the broad banana leaves, a burst of coldness passed by, and the feeling of autumn filled the Japanese courtyard. ----"Listen to the Cold Rain"