Leave the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain

Turning over the thick anthology of Chinese history, traditional culture is like a glittering galaxy, among which jade culture and porcelain culture are undoubtedly the brightest stars, shining with the outstanding wisdom and extraordinary ingenuity of our ancestors.

The story of jade is ancient and moving. In the prehistoric Hongshan culture, the jade pig dragon mysteriously appeared. It has a peculiar shape and rounded lines. It is not only a tribal totem, showing primitive beliefs, but also opened the precedent for jade carving. In the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the "six instruments" were strictly regulated and used to pay tribute to the heavens and the earth. Jade became a sacred medium for communicating with gods, solemn and dignified.

Porcelain culture is not to be outdone. The kilns in Jingdezhen have been burning for thousands of years. In the Yuan Dynasty, blue and white porcelain was born. The cobalt blue color was bright and the bottle was painted with "Guiguzi Going Down the Mountain". Along with the camel bells on the Silk Road, it amazed the West. In modern times, "Mao porcelain" was created with wonderful brushwork. It is white, warm, light and translucent. It integrates the culmination of craftsmanship and carries the memory of a special era, making the charm of porcelain continue.

Staying at Luo's Pavilion and Expressing My Recalling of Cui Yong and Cui Gun

The bamboo grove is dust-free and the water is clear, but my longing for you is far away across the city walls.
The autumn clouds do not disperse and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus leaves to listen to the sound of rain.

Analysis: The "withered lotus" mentioned in the text is Lin Daiyu's emotional scene and sad place. Lin Daiyu compares herself to a drifting, lonely withered lotus. The autumn shadow strikes her with coldness, the autumn rain strikes her with pain, and the autumn frost strikes her with loneliness. The rain hits the withered lotus, sparse and cold. Listening to it, listening to it, I can't help but shed tears. "Leave the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain" has also become Lin Daiyu's favorite poem.