In the rain, Qingshan people dream.

Have a cup of tea in the rainy season in Jiangnan. I have nothing but a room full of tea. After the desire for the tangible is reduced, there will be some yearning and sustenance for the intangible world. So that life can be balanced.

Life is in autumn, and the deep feelings and fickle feelings left behind are inconvenient to show.

I can only say that it's raining hard, and the flowers in Wei Zi are gone.

A flower, a world, always needs some signs to appear every year, in the same rainy autumn, at the corner of every long street. One leaf and one bodhi, the fallen leaves are the elegant curtain call in summer, stored in your dull time, dotted with the awe-inspiring silence of the years. The sadness and joy of flowers blooming and falling is Jiangnan in the dream.

The rainy season in Jiangnan always comes as scheduled every year. I think this is not a random page turning of the season, but a story that has been dormant in the streamer for several spring and autumn periods. The whole south of the Yangtze River was said overnight. Rainstorm, like a note, is a woman's cry.

Heavy rain, trapped himself, but also let himself go; Even if the days are bad, I will use my best state, otherwise I will waste my life; Now, like lower animals, today will never be finished; No matter how bad the days are, you can live.

If the butterfly comes, it's Liang Zhu; I'll be glad if you come. Jiangnan feels lonely without you.

However, the world's confidants are all accompanied by maturity, and people only talk to themselves in the low places and indulge in themselves.

For many years and days, I used to be alone, watching flowers bloom and fall. Expect the pause after the flower to be wider, more forbearing and more fearless.

A person who didn't grow up in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River wouldn't be so peaceful in such a long rainy season.

I guess, I was a lotus flower in Jiangnan in my last life. After all the storms in the world, I still refuse to forget your face.

In the previous life of a lotus, I waited for time to flow again, the river to rise again, and the years to change again.

In the reincarnation of this life, I wait for the sunrise on the horizon and the sunset. I'm waiting for the moonlight to be clear, the embankment to be unreal, the wooden windows to be warm, and Qingshi Road in the town to be neither sad nor happy.

On a rainy night in Jiangnan, the night was calm, the time was calm, and I was calm.

I drink with time. I am a small country with few people, and my friends are familiar with me. I am dead and silent.

Inner peace is to immerse yourself repeatedly in the waves in the depths of your soul until there are no waves.

Some deeply branded pains and losses can only be respected and feared after experience. Awe and self-control are the passwords to avoid all anxiety and fear.

Piles of regrets and lovesickness in the old year follow the running water under the bridge. Small bridges and flowing water are old inkstones and old ink, and they are unwilling and searching for blanks. This shore, the other shore, the other shore is the robbery and fate that time has given you.

This cup of tea, I named it "Qingshan Dream in the Rain".

2020.9. 16 heavy rain

Hangzhou