I am waiting for you about sky blue and misty rain.

The overall feeling is that the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is vague and delicate. Plain blank, sandalwood, rice paper, ladies, kitchen smoke, koi fish, plantain, verdigris, these words are piled together, even if it is just a glimpse, you can feel the deep elegance and chic.

My favorite is this sentence "God, Lan Yu Fei, I'm waiting for you". "Rain over the sky is blue" is a famous ware of Ru kiln, and Chai Shizong praised it as "Rain over the sky, clouds break, so the color is the future" (written by Xie Ming Zhao Shuan in Wen Hai Pi Sha Ji), which is related to blue and white porcelain. Sky blue can only be seen after misty rain, so sky blue can only be seen after misty rain. If you just say "and I'm waiting for you", it's as plain as water. However, paved by this sentence, this kind of "waiting" becomes lingering and infatuated. My mood is like misty rain, desolate and empty. When will it be over before I can see you again?

One of the most touching words in blue and white porcelain, I thought it was the word "wait".

A word "wait" sang a lot of helplessness and sighs. This kind is hopeless, waiting for the afterlife, knowing that it can't wait, but just singing in a faint tone, as if just waiting for the sunrise every day; While waiting, you can read and write, recite poems and paint, enjoy flowers and play the piano, but you will never forget the person waiting. Is it painful? No, "Blue and White Porcelain" sings so leisurely that the original sadness can slowly fade away. What if you don't arrive and love to leave? All beings are suffering, and waiting is also a good mood. It is better to meet each other in this life, only to lay the groundwork for the reunion in the next life. I can't help but feel relieved when I think about it. Even if we can't meet again, we should be grateful that we had a glimpse. Who can hide Mount Fuji with love? So is blue and white porcelain.

At least, we can look at the smoke from the kitchen in the south of the Yangtze River from a distance across the Qian Shan, and silently miss the faint back in our memory across the vast sea of people, just as we quietly watch the blue and white porcelain pass through many history and pass on from generation to generation.

The rain outside the banana curtain is urgent, and time passes in a hurry;

Blue-and-white porcelain looks old, and only I am getting old. Your beauty will always be fixed on the never-fading blue-and-white porcelain, which can be appreciated, pondered and watched.