Rain in Dali

Zhang Han/Guangzhou/junior high school students

The rain in Dali falls on the bluestone board, which is not too cold and can't extinguish the amorous feelings of the small town in Yunnan.

Going to such a small town, I don't like staying in a hotel. I prefer inns or homestays with wooden buildings and wooden furniture. Old wood always has a faint smell of wood, which is a little intoxicating. The room is not big, and the inn is not big. The small courtyard is full of flowers, so you can reach the ancient city without walking a few steps.

The wind is always cold, blowing from the face, which is the sweetness and freshness of the leaves.

On a hot summer day, it began to rain in the town.

The rainy Dali is sentimental, and the smell of wood in the inn room gradually blends with the fragrance of rain. Yes, the rain here is fragrant. Sitting on the porch watching the rain falling from the eaves is a bit of a trance. I couldn't sit still and walked out of the inn with an umbrella. Walking slowly all the way, listening to the rustling sound of rain falling on the umbrella, walking slowly on the wet bluestone road in the ancient city, leaving misty rain behind, as slow as some common insects in Yunnan, always appearing after the rain.

I entered the ancient city, reflected the flowing water, and saw my face rippling by the flowing water, only to find myself holding a red umbrella. The visual impact made me stay where I was, mixed with rain and running water, thinking quietly.

If there is a song in the distance, it is a Bai minor. I don't understand the lyrics very well, but I feel very leisurely and gentle, which is very suitable for this rain. The lights melted in the rain and became scattered, falling gently on the stone road with the rain. I don't know which pub I passed by and heard a folk song "go to dali". The bustling crowd was dispersed by the sudden rain, leaving only the rain all over the sky and the misty Cangshan Mountain in the distance, hazy and illusory in the melody of folk songs.

After less than a minute of emptying, it seemed like a lifetime ago when I came to my senses. I continued to walk slowly, stupefied, stupefied, listening to the distant minor. The busy guys in the shop got a moment's leisure in the rain, stopped their work and looked bleak everywhere. The tambourine sounded silently in the owner's hand, which attracted the girls in the next shop to come and listen and greet each other in the small town dialect. Very clean.

In the city, the rain is turbid, and the raindrops bring down the floating dust in the air. Probably no one wants to stay for a minute in this rain, and the roads in the city are crowded on rainy days. I haven't fallen in love with rain like this for a long time, in Dali. I have only experienced gentle rain in novels and movies. I always hope that the clear water falling from the sky can wash away my impetuousness.

I think this is it.

When I was thinking, the rain stopped quietly. Looking at the golden light in the clouds, I felt a little disappointed. I also wanted to walk in the rain and continue to be warm with this ancient city in the rain. At the moment, I am looking forward to the next rainy day.

This rain is not cold, nor can it put out my lingering love for Dali.

(The author studied in the junior middle school of Guangdong Experimental Middle School)