After harships pear Hua Han is fed, oilpaper umbrella coagulates craftsmanship charm.
风雨梨花寒食后，油纸伞凝匠心韵。
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绰影涟涟，玉手芊芊。我坐在一角阳台，看《清平乐》中赵徽柔撑着八十四骨的油纸伞，徘绿色Www.0279.NeT徊在长桥上，穿梭于一帘疏雨之中。我不禁感叹江南的美景，又欲探寻那把最浪漫的伞与根。
It is human body with bamboo, it is a look with paper, it is with tung-oil China take, silks to wrap around with water Chinese ink, it is veil with misty rain. Pure Brightness season, free rain is like silk, with 29 good friends, the street that spends misty rain from apricot sets out, go begging umbrella root, go savorring umbrella musical sound.
以竹为躯，以纸为容，以桐油为华服，以水墨为披帛，以烟雨为面纱。清明时节，漫雨如丝，同三两好友，从杏花烟雨的街头启程，去求伞根，去品伞韵。
Cap alley 30, smoke cloud classics comes loose plank. I push wooden door, storefront is very narrow small, sidewall is being hanged have not the umbrella face of air. The door in opened, what go head on is an old artisan, pass through his form, I am faint the world that peeped his backside -- so old yard, putting fresh and green the bamboo stalk that is about to drip.
帽儿胡同30号，烟云经散铺板。我推开木门，店面很窄小，侧壁悬着尚未晾干的伞面。深处的门开了，迎面走来的是一位老匠，透过他的身影，我隐约窥到了他背后的世界——偌大的庭院，安放着青翠欲滴的竹秆。
Suddenly, I enter court, old artisan people bamboo of Jing of ground of in an orderly way, bore, wear a line, draw is beautiful, on oily... before going up, my quickstep goes, ground of do a job with skill and ease is grinding the old artisan that cuts bone bamboo, instantly, at hand accumulating became full the frame of umbrella of flat look of one side of one side square. He will cut a knife to give me before, I try signal his job. My this ability sees, his place pointing to a root is a callosity completely, point to seam in contained some of bamboo bit, a few stretchy nick on the back of hand.
蓦然，我闯入庭院，老匠们有条不紊地婧竹，钻孔，穿线，绘花，上油……我快步上前去，削骨的老匠游刃有余地磨着竹条，顷刻，手边积满了一面方形一面扁形的伞骨。他将削刀递到我面前，示意我尝试一下他的工作。我这才看到，他的指根处满是老茧，指缝里盛了些竹屑，手背上伸长着几道划痕。
Old artisan is holding my right hand, teach me to rely on it on bamboo clappers, forefinger is being buckled closely cut a knife, it is such only, acid of my artifice all the more aches, immediately, ground of left hand in quick succession bamboo in knife end oar. My both hands seem does not listen handle, cut the bamboo that go out piece form of cunning shape different, with old artisan hand medium frame of umbrella is widely divergent. Old artisan saw my dismay, joking like: "You if a day of grow into useful timber, a few years do I work in vain then? " my silent does not make a sound, the kongfu on the hand comes down slow however, sedulous burnish bamboo, comprehend umbrella charm. Gradually, bamboo the look that had frame of umbrella. Ringing, bamboo piece fall on the ground, old artisan is laughing to pick up: "Be pretty good! " before going up, my collect looks, see it does not have apparent flaw, ability must be at ease, long stretch at a heat, as if relieved of a heavy load.
老匠持着我的右手，教我将它靠在竹板上，食指紧扣着削刀，仅是如此，我的手腕愈加酸疼，随即，左手接二连三地将竹条在刀末划动。我的双手好似不听使唤，削出的竹片诡状殊形，与老匠手中的伞骨大相径庭。老匠看出了我的沮丧，开玩笑似的：“你若是一日成才，那我几十年白干啦？”我默不作声，手上功夫却慢了下来，聚精会神地打磨竹条，领会伞韵。渐渐地，竹条有了伞骨的样子。清脆一声，竹片落在地上，老匠笑着拾起：“不错！”我凑上前去看，见它没有明显的瑕疵，才得放心，长舒了一口气，如释重负。
Finishing after small rest, old artisan takes me to come from bamboo canopy corner in the center of, look around all around: Artisan people not arrogant not the job of impetuous ground is dry at hand, such, seem crossed several one's remaining years, they still Chu Xinru huge rock, for the sake of making the umbrella musical sound of an oilpaper umbrella.
完工后的小憩，老匠带我从竹棚一隅来到中央，环顾四周：匠人们不骄不躁地干着手头的工作，就这样，好似过了数余年，他们仍初心如磐，为的是打造一把油纸伞的伞韵。
At last, I buy below one to imprint the oilpaper umbrella that has Zhu Lin, maintaining it to walk along one Suo misty rain however. Because witnessed nearly 100,controlling umbrella process multifariously, appreciated umbrella charm place accumulate contained determination and stand fast, appreciate old artisan is right oilpaper umbrella not the affection of change. Cannot bear the severe test that allows it to endure misty rain, for fear that rain of a capital, diluent umbrella charm, diluent the craftsmanship of look for historic site.
末了，我买下一把印有竹林的油纸伞，却没有撑着它走入一蓑烟雨。正因为见证了近一百道繁杂的制伞工序，领略了伞韵所蕴含的决心与坚守，体味了老匠对油纸伞不渝的情。便不忍让它经受烟雨的洗礼，生怕一场京城雨，冲淡了伞韵，冲淡了寻觅古迹的匠心。
The place of the heart to, element is walked on before. An oilpaper umbrella, those who maintain is the temperature of the four seasons, the sincere feeling of all directions, those who maintain is millions of people ingenuities.
心之所向，素履以往。一把油纸伞，撑起的是四季的温度，八方的情愫，撑起的是万众一匠心。