入秋,昆明的雨季淅淅沥沥还没完,绵长到梅雨的味道,不似往年阵雨即晴的爽利风格。鲁云坐在书房里,窗外细雨打湿梧桐,忽而想起一段吴白雨先生的文字:大意讲在建水做陶,手艺人最怕冬日遇雨,陶坯冰冷,又不肯干,徒增烦闷。那日在饭桌上结识吴先生,他戴着一副有趣的黑框眼镜,神情潇洒,言辞恳切诙谐,一张圆圆的脸总是笑着,难觅文字里的那份“生冷”。白雨与鲁云同年,他先在建水主攻陶器,继而在玉溪发掘青花瓷,如今在昆明时间多些。他虽是 Autumn, the rainy season in Kunming is not finished, lingering to the taste of the rainy season, unlike the previous years, the showers Qingli refreshing style. Lu Yun sitting in the study, the window wet dripping Sycamore, and suddenly remembered a passage of Mr. Wu Baiyu: the effect of building pottery in the water, handicrafts are afraid of the winter rain, Tao billet cold, but also refuse to dry, only increase Boredom That day at the dinner table to get to know Mr. Wu, he wore a pair of funny black-rimmed glasses, look chic, sincere humorous words, a round face is always a smile, hard to find the text in the share of “cold.” White rain and Luyun the same year, he first Jianshui main pottery, and then explore the blue and white porcelain in Yuxi, Kunming now more time. Although he is