Prose about writing oil-paper umbrellas?

The oil-paper umbrella is out of sight, less elegant and more lonely. Who should pay tribute to it? What are the essays about oil-paper umbrellas? The following is the article I arranged for you, I hope you like it.

Article 1: Oil-paper umbrella

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone on the long road.

Lonely rain lane, I hope to meet.

A girl who continues to hate like cloves.

She quietly approached, approached, and took a breath.

She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. "

Black and white house, Qingshi Lane, Liu Xufei Ink; Fireworks laugh, the rain is hazy, and Iraqis walk alone with umbrellas. Who walked through the sentimental rainy season with an oil-paper umbrella? Looking for the prosperous old dreams of Jiangnan; Who is sipping a cup of tea, quietly watching by the bar, waiting for the lonely lotus to bloom; Who salvages the fleeting Chinese New Year in a boat on a frosty day with a bright moon like water? Who broke a cold plum and wrote an elegant and romantic poem in front of the snowy window?

Jiangnan in the rain, the long rain lane, the lonely footsteps, the lilac-like girl, suffered too much sadness under that oiled paper umbrella, even if it can stop the continuous rain, it can't stop the continuous sorrow. In the hands of the poet Dai Wangshu, even this ordinary oil-paper umbrella is for classics.

An oil-paper umbrella is a flower that blooms in the rain. When I was a child, I liked rainy days very much. I held an umbrella in the light rain. Umbrella with a soft wind, thin rain like pearls falling from the umbrella surface. The world at this time is poetic, and rainy days are also poetic. After the storm, you will know that your mood is a cup of tea that has just been washed away, floating in the water. ...

A smart oil-paper umbrella should walk in an ancient winding alley, where there are bluestone roads, apricot flowers and bamboo shadows, and ancient ferries covered with moss. The tiptoe passed silently, and the figure was as light as the wind. "Tired with cold wind, apricot blossoms falling with snow", sad poems and dull steps, we all need a kind of mood to please our hearts.

Is there a dim figure of the ancients on the flower embankment in Lu 'an? Does the pool pavilion and waterside pavilion collect the scenery lost yesterday? West Lake, as clear as jade, how many snow-white feelings have you brewed? How many stories are there about the warmth and coldness of fishing firewood? I always remember: an oil-paper umbrella was handed to the scholar, and the corner of the broken bridge was hazy, and the scholar's face was a little surprised and shy. This is the oil-paper umbrella in Jiangnan. Without the rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the graceful oil-paper umbrella, I think there would be no touching love story.

In the storm, a person walked alone with an umbrella, alone, with a poor back for no reason, but always sad and desolate. In "Love in a Fallen City", Fan Liuyuan left Bai Liusu and Sahe Yi Ni to play. Bai Liusu walked in the garden with an oil-paper umbrella. Liu Yuan caught a glimpse of the tassel umbrella and stopped. He knew that the girl with clear eyes fell in love with him, and it was the oiled paper umbrella that leaked Bai Liusu's heart! An oil-paper umbrella and a heart blocked the wind and rain outside and the tide of feelings.

An umbrella, an ancient romance, a sincere love, only belong to ancient times, can not be expected. Now, who will play the ancient music of oil-paper umbrella, full of desolation and sadness? The oiled paper umbrella has drifted away, along with the sad and resentful lilac girl.

Article 2: Golden Autumn Oil Paper Umbrella

In the autumn of October, standing in the maple forest in autumn, gently twist the oil-paper umbrella you gave me. The umbrella cover is the lotus pond moonlight pattern you carefully selected for me. Exquisite and elegant, the occasional red leaves touch the umbrella cover, which makes my thoughts spread, reminds me of the past and sighs that time is in a hurry. Obviously, the memory is so close and profound, but I can't catch a trace when I reach out. The wind is blowing again, everywhere. Much like your whisper, I am afraid that time will dilute my memory and make me forget my real dream. Now I want to record it and write the most beautiful love in my memory.

Memories are a warm smell, which you can't put down and catch up with. I write down my thoughts in the wind and cloud, let my lines be wet with tears, and there are tender waves in my eyes, walking in the chapter where you and I are old. I would rather sleep in the paradise of memories all my life, collect autumn books for you with a smile, put pen to paper and be indifferent, trying to find you in the memory of autumn and find the long road to meet you.

Do you still remember that autumn, I wore a lotus-root colored gauze shirt and walked gently in the forest, and the red maple misty rain stained the weakness in my bones. The world under the umbrella is a narrow space for me to think alone. I bemoan the bleak future and hope for a bright tomorrow, but actually let the humid air permeate the sadness. The moment I avoided the water under my feet and accidentally stepped on the accumulated leaves was a solid moment when you slipped.

Time stops, the autumn leaves are quiet and beautiful, with a faint dream, and everything around them becomes sunny because of you. In that most beautiful autumn, I collected the brightest and brightest maple leaves on my stationery to witness our regretless love. You have black hair in plain clothes, white clouds in the sky and butterflies flying around you. Although you didn't confess, I read your persistence from your eyes. Fragrance is fleeting, autumn rain is falling, and your thoughtful whisper melts my frozen heart. You said that you are a floating cloud, which will eventually hold up a blue sky for me. I only hope that God can hear your prayers and let us be together in every gorgeous autumn. In that beautiful autumn, the first kiss will outline a beautiful and elegant ink painting scroll, which will make us remember the beauty of smoke and rain.

After a long time, my memory is as clear as yesterday. Nowadays, only the clear smoke and rain curtain moistens the past, thickens the heart, and the thoughts are faintly sad, walking quietly alone. Do you remember the first time when we met, a blushing smile was like an elegant melancholy? Who is it for? How many autumn leaves, I have looked up at clouds and clouds, and my brow is soft and low, remembering your misty eyes and occasionally staring at the direction of fragrance. In this life, keeping your memory has become the most beautiful scenery in my life.

Now I don't know where your roots are, and I don't know where your next stop is, but I won't forget that you said that seeing "clouds" is like seeing your face. In the years with clouds, life becomes lively and no longer lonely. Do you remember the autumn when you first kissed? I know that my heart is still your post station, in every sunny day, at every dusk intersection, or in the autumn when the maple leaves are red, drizzling, the lotus oil-paper umbrella is open and slightly sparse. ...

Chapter 3: Children's "Oil Paper Umbrella"

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl who is as sad as cloves ..." Reading Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane in modern literature class, the heart of youth was immediately infected by beautiful poems, which inexplicably gave birth to "lilac-like melancholy". When people reach middle age, they have no melancholy, but they are full of memories of old things, and the fragrance of oil-paper umbrellas is more and more real.

When I was very young, I used an oil-paper umbrella. The shape and structure of the oil-paper umbrella are the same as those of the current umbrella, except that the handle and skeleton of the umbrella are made of bamboo, and the umbrella surface is an oil-paper umbrella. Maybe that's why it's called an oil-paper umbrella. The oil-paper umbrella I used when I was a child should be improved. In my memory, the umbrella cover is canvas, and the cloth cover is oiled and has a faint fragrance. Some people don't like the smell and say it stinks. The ancient oil-paper umbrella may indeed be made of oiled paper, which has been recorded in Mengqianbitan and Tiangong Wu Kai. The oil-paper umbrella made of bamboo is clumsy, and it is difficult for children to open it. We put the umbrella on the ground and pushed it down with all our strength, hoping that we couldn't push the whole body up before we could open it, then plug in the bolt and it will be used immediately. The oil-paper umbrella is very strong, and the strong wind can't blow it down. The umbrella cover of oil-paper umbrella is generally large, so it is no problem for several children to use it together. In the rainy south, they got off the bus without rain protection. After school with an oil-paper umbrella, several students who didn't have an umbrella got in, and everyone hugged each other and stumbled all the way. Back in the village, students who didn't bring umbrellas secretly ran home with umbrellas and schoolbags on their heads.

If the oil-paper umbrella is not made of oil paper, the oil-paper fan I use is made of oil paper. According to the custom of my hometown, every time my daughter gets married on the Dragon Boat Festival, she will send a holiday to her parents. There must be an oiled paper fan in the gift. The method of oil paper fan is very simple. Reserve a bamboo as a handle, cut it in half, carefully split it into thin strips with a knife, spread it out one by one and fix it into a fan shape with thin lines to make the skeleton of the fan, and paste oil paper on the top to make the oil paper fan. Oil paper is not only available in ordinary families. Sometimes we paste the fan with newspaper, but it will rot after a few fans. The fan made of oil paper is durable and not afraid of getting wet. Oil painting paper has this magical function. Adults say it is painted with tung oil, which is the oil squeezed from tung trees. There are many in the mountains of my hometown. Every year, relatives from the mountains come to the village to sell tung oil. Every household in rural areas should use tung oil. Grandma pumps tung oil into wooden pots and barrels at home every year. First, loosen the hoops of these objects and expose them to the sun until there are gaps between the boards. Grandma dipped a small piece of cloth in tung oil from the inside out, carefully put tung oil on every corner, let tung oil penetrate into the wood, then knocked the iron ring tight bit by bit, and the board closed again. Wooden boats are also inseparable from tung oil, which was still a very important strategic material during the Republic of China. Tung oil has waterproof function, whether it is an oil-paper umbrella or an oil-paper fan, even if it is made of paper, it can be waterproof and durable when coated with tung oil, and wood furniture is more waterproof and durable when coated with tung oil. There is an old man in the village who has wronged himself all his life and is often laughed at by the villagers for being too frugal. I have seen him wearing a pair of trousers as straight as canvas and shining. The old man said it was painted with tung oil, which saved washing and was durable. But after applying tung oil, it became too hard and often grazed his thigh. This pair of tung oil trousers has become the most commonly used joke for villagers to make fun of him.

The use of oil-paper umbrellas in new materials has been eliminated, fans are rarely used in the popularization of air conditioners, and portable plastic pots have replaced wooden ones ... Tung oil is useless after all. Old objects such as oil-paper umbrellas and oil-paper fans inevitably quit people's daily lives. After their life course, they will eventually fade out of sight.

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