Since the read Dai's "Rain Lane", a simple and stubborn on the umbrella's feelings deeply fixed in the middle of my mind. I always feel lonely in the empty Rainy only solution is a must-old Shanghai woman. Time colorful, old city of Shanghai was gone, a white lilac that is also only a faint fragrance. And in that umbrella, but was picked up by another person, in every rainy days trekking and go. 
 Umbrella and rain always seems to have a close relationship. People always say that, because of the rain, so have the umbrella. In my opinion, because of the umbrella, the rain did have a part of its meaning. In this way, a plain surface into a dense umbrella with rain softened. People who really know how a parachute, umbrella must be a moment of silence. A sound of rain, wrapped an umbrella and a silent person silent. Sound of silence, like a vanity of the flat. It was also during this moment, the world is divided into the umbrella and umbrella inside but outside the gulf between two adjacent parts of dependency. The world was divided into day and night, it was divided into good and evil social. In the umbrella of the moment, it did not exist, and the rest as long as the umbrella also, as long as the left outside the umbrella and umbrella space in mind and heart as well outside the location.