Yang rises and yin descends and qi does not intersect,

The wind is cold, and the grass and trees are haggard.

Not afraid of winter children's laughter,

Carefree is young.

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The land of Jingchu and the south of the Yangtze River are only separated by a line, and visiting Wudang Mountain, climbing the mountain brings a lot of fatigue. Then go to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, you can take a rest.

------ Huaxia Shenzhou • Jiangnan ------

Different from the spring day when the smoke willow painted bridge, although the Jiangnan at this time is still humid, the fine drops of water seem to be frozen in the air as if they have been immobilized.

Everything in the south of the Yangtze River seems to have been solidified, and all the scenery has changed from flowing elegance to solemnity of the picture scroll.

The faint chill lingers around people through the wind and water vapor, and a slight warmth can still be transmitted under the ground, which is the warmth accumulated by this water town in the south of the Yangtze River from spring and summer to the present, and now it is fed back to the surrounding air, making people feel a little vitality from the silence.

It is winter, and the south of the Yangtze River is still full of water vapor from the river to the sky, and I don't know when it will be a rain, so the umbrella sellers in the deep alleys often open their doors.

This umbrella is not sold in the common metal folding umbrella, but a handmade oil paper umbrella, a layer of tung oil brush, even the abalone does not have to worry, and there will be no folding umbrella like that, blown by the wind will become a funnel shape, full of umbrella rain, but the heart of the person is cold.

Kyushu is very interested in oil-paper umbrellas, after all, I once saw a "Rain Alley" in my mother's lesson plan, which wrote about a poet holding an oil-paper umbrella alone.

Kyushu couldn't understand the deeper meaning of the poet's poem, but he wrote down the oil-paper umbrella in the rain alley profoundly. Kyushu told his mother at that time that he would go to find a water town in the south of the Yangtze River during the summer vacation and see the real oil-paper umbrella.

Thinking of the long oil-paper umbrella on Wudang Mountain, although it is simple and has no decoration, the feeling of the bamboo pole in the hand is much better than the cold metal folding umbrella!

Now that he has the opportunity, why is Kyushu unwilling to go early to see what the oil-paper umbrella really looks like? Running through the deep alleys with Xiaoxue, he finally arrived at the oil-paper umbrella shop.

"The little girl wants to buy this umbrella? It's better to bring a red umbrella and the exam will go smoothly in the future! Seeing Kyushu looking at the door of the shop for a long time, the owner of the umbrella shop opened his mouth.

Kyushu is curious about how this umbrella is made, but after all, this is a craft that people support their families, and it may not be passed on......

Just thinking about it, Xiaoxue was embarrassed to speak, so she bought an umbrella for Kyushu, thinking that if Kyushu wanted to study it, it would not be a big deal to dismantle it.

I bought an umbrella and was pulled away from the umbrella shop by Xiaoxue, and Kyushu naturally didn't ask if he wanted to ask.

As for the umbrella, Kyushu didn't open it, and after seeing the words engraved on the umbrella handle, Xiaoxue took Kyushu to step on the clouds......

------ Huaxia Shenzhou, Tianfu Chuanshu------

In a small oil-paper umbrella factory, a middle-aged man sat at the door, wearing something with a needle and thread in his hand, and a child on the side was playing football around the adult in a single coat.

I don't know if I think the child is making a lot of trouble like flowers in front of him, or what, the umbrella maker suddenly stopped what he was doing and pulled the child into the house.

After a while, a conversation rang out in the room.

"Put on some clothes and not be afraid of the cold?"

It may be that the child is unwilling, and a "ding" sound sounds, and then I saw a tightly wrapped child pouting and running out.

The child didn't pay attention to the father who threaded the needle and threaded the umbrella for a long time, and the father probably also intended to dry the child for a while, but for a long time, the father opened his mouth first.

"Don't sit anywhere, come and learn, and this factory will have to be handed over to you in the future."

After that, he pulled the grumpy child to sit beside him, and taught him the skills of making umbrellas, and the child was pouting and twisting his head to make awkward things at first, but then he looked at it more and more seriously.

Look at the colorful threads in my father's hands, like a swimming dragon, shuttling between the bamboo bones of the oil-paper umbrella......