Thoughts on the Rain in Kunming

After reading a book, I believe you must have a lot to share. It's time to take time to write down your feelings after reading it. But what are the requirements for reading? The following are my thoughts on the rain in Kunming (generally 5 articles), which I carefully arranged. Welcome to read the collection.

After watching the rain in Kunming, 1 I recently read a landscape essay by Mr. Wang Zengqi, Rain in Kunming. I was probably interested in the city he described, so I watched it several times.

The article draws a thick green cactus upside down in the upper right corner with a golden flower at the end; A few blue mushrooms and boletus are drawn on the lower left. "At the beginning of the painting, the perspective was novel and unconventional. A few simple strokes clearly outline the image of the rainy season in Kunming: bright, plump, dark green, stop-and-go, and don't make people feel stuffy. Then the author wrote about the fungus seeds, Myrica rubra and Osmanthus fragrans in rainy season in Kunming, among which "the most inexpensive boletus" was written, and the qingtou mushroom with higher style than boletus was mentioned, and "the king of fungi", "dried mushrooms" and "tasteless mushrooms" were introduced. Yangmei in Kunming is very big, as big as table tennis, and its colors are black, red and black. It is called "charcoal plum". Not sour at all! The Burmese laurel in Kunming is a big tree! It seems that it doesn't matter if the author doesn't write about rain directly. It is actually a foil to show the rainy season in Kunming in a three-dimensional and realistic way. I can also read between the lines that the author, as a foreigner, was full of surprise, joy and pride when he discovered the characteristics of rainy season in Kunming. At the end of the article, I quoted allusions, expressed my chest and deepened my artistic conception. " There are few laymen in the lotus pond, and the moss mark in the wild shop is one inch deep. A cup of turbid wine after noon, fragrant flowers and wet rain. "

After reading the whole article, I only feel pleasing to the eye, but I also have some regrets. Although the living customs of some old Kunming people, such as "hanging a cactus at the door to ward off evil spirits", have been gradually eliminated in today's ever-changing and fast-paced modern life, natural landscapes such as the lotus pond and the Burmese osmanthus that smells like orchids have been completely preserved. If you are willing to slow down, if you have a heart that is good at discovering beauty, you will find that the real world around you is beautiful, instead of being reminded by others or even celebrities, you are your spiritual mentor! Don't let your busy footsteps cover your eyes, let alone ruin your heart!

Reflections on the Rain in Kunming 2 Rain in Kunming This is an article by 1984, which describes the rain in Kunming 40 years ago. Oh, my God. Is that Kunming at 1944? At that time, there was no * * * Republic, was there? But until now, the rain in Kunming is still so comfortable that it won't make people feel depressed, unlike the low pressure in the provincial capital, which is still so sultry after the rain? There is no typhoon or rain here. It's the rain in spring city. Hehe, and it rains a lot at night, and it moistens things quietly, which helps to sleep. How happy it is to fall asleep with a slight coolness under a quilt.

As for mushrooms, today's price really exceeds 100 yuan a kilogram. When it comes to the market, cats only look at it and dare not buy it. Last time, I was lucky enough to be treated by Lao Xi. I had a meal in an old-fashioned wild mushroom shop diagonally opposite Baohai Park in Guanxing Road, Kunming. I use chicken soup as the bottom pot, and all I eat are mushrooms. It tastes really fresh. Even nuns and monks are guests of this family.

Speaking of bayberry, now they are called black bayberry, and the variety is quite good. Even our farmers in Conghua know that it is necessary to introduce it from Yunnan, saying it is a good variety. It's quite big. It's really not an exaggeration. It's a bit like table tennis. And very sweet. Cats use it to make bayberry wine. The wine is very fragrant and has bayberry flavor. It tastes appetizing, sweet and sour, and the degree is not high.

The Burmese osmanthus cat was seen in Lake C. It is a big tree, gray and fat, which is the white orchid that Mr. Wang said. Ha ha. It's great that this breed is still alive. Oh, no, it's possible that Mr. Wang is talking about Xiao Yulan. Anyway, there are all kinds in Kunming, and the small ones are sold on the street, which are very fragrant. Nobody picked the big one and hung it on the tree. The most amazing thing is Muxianghua. You have to consult your local friends. The cat has not found this kind of flower so far.

Chen Yuanyuan's dead lotus pond seems to have appeared. Yes, is it Tongyuan Mountain? Still in the golden palace. Anyway, all the beautiful women are gone, and the cat's memory has never been very good, hehe.

Lotus flowers and lotus flowers in Lake C are in full bloom as always. I don't know whether this lake C was dug by Tang Yaoji or whether he just built a Tang dike. Anyway, Kunming people have benefited a lot until now. Free of charge. Every year, red-billed children come here with porridge for the winter.

Here, the cat once wanted to know something about generals Cai E and Fengxian Xiao. I found the Lu Han Mansion in the Republic of China during my visit. What a beautiful villa. It's also well maintained. It is true that the spring city is full of flowers. There is bloom every year.

I have seen Rain in Kunming, and I have experienced countless rains in Kunming, but I have only seen this one by Wang Zengqi. In the past, like many Kunming people, I had an ambivalent attitude towards the rain in Kunming: when there is no rain, I hope there will be rain; Can be immersed for too long, and bother it. On the contrary, I am not as keen on this as Wang Zengqi, a foreigner.

From 65438 to 0939, Wang Zengqi was admitted to the Chinese Department of National Southwest Associated University and studied literature under Mr. Shen Congwen. He stayed in Kunming for seven years. Maybe it's the difference of region and mood. He likes Kunming very much. In his eyes, the rainy season in Kunming is bright, full, with a thick green color, very comfortable, not boring, and occasionally causes a little homesickness. However, it should be the rain in Kunming in spring and summer that makes him feel so sorry. If the rain tastes good, then they are the best in the rain. On sunny days, a few clouds often float from nowhere to cover the face of the sun. Just when your back feels cool, maybe the rain beads will follow. Twice, I stood on this side of Nanping Street and watched the rain splash on the opposite house and buttonwood. At that time, I was in a trance, and I couldn't tell if I was in a dream. The scene is unforgettable. When I was a child, if it rained like this, the girls in the neighborhood would always run out of the house and jump around in the rain, shouting, "When it rains on a sunny day, frogs will come out and be reasonable." Planting yellow seedlings and eating white rice ... "Crazy for quite a while. Unfortunately, I can't remember all those words. I met one of them two years ago and asked about ballads. It's a pity that she forgot more thoroughly than I did.

In autumn and winter, the rain in Kunming will show the other side of your character, which will make you unbearable. Sometimes, the wind and rain suddenly drop, the wind and rain rise wildly, and the low-lying places become oceans. Some streets are knee-deep and can't even ride a bike. At this time of the year, there are always several tall and lush birch trees blown down by the wind and lying on the side of the road, regretting their publicity. I remember when I was a child, Panlong River often flooded this season, and people built sandbags one or two meters high along the river bank to prevent floods. When the water level is the highest in the impression, the water level under Nantai Bridge is only one arm away from the vault. The river is like a yellow dragon, carrying sediment, angrily crossing the city and heading straight for Dianchi Lake. A few daring frolics plunged down from the guardrail at the northern end of Nantai Bridge, and everyone's hearts tightened, but before long, they were swept to the other side by the rapids from the gap less than half a meter under the bridge. Perhaps Wang Zengqi has never encountered such a rainy day, so all he remembers is the fragrance of osmanthus in Myanmar, the charm of charcoal plum and the aftertaste of dried mushrooms.

At the end of Rain in Kunming, I wrote that he was swimming in the lotus pond in the rain, and in a small hotel nearby, the scene of "a glass of turbid wine is afternoon" was picturesque and the most touching, which made my heart a little sour. Because I passed the lotus pond several times, the window was bustling, and only the shops could not see the lotus pond. I'm really worried that the lotus pond, like charcoal plum, is just a little-known noun.

The characteristics of Wang Zengqi's works are that they are both like prose and novels, and the boundaries are unclear, just like the season in Kunming, which is tepid and peaceful; Besides, he does not carve anything, has no accumulation of rhetoric and superficial and vulgar fashion. Reading his article is like catching up after listening to an old man drinking tea. The breeze is drizzling and the water waves are stagnant. But it also contains true feelings, which is very tense, a bit like Pu 'er tea: sweet, smooth, pure and honest, with a long aftertaste. It has been said by predecessors that a book can't be read without reading, and it can't be read completely. The same is true of Wang Zengqi's articles, so you don't have to read them all. But for Kunming people, his articles recalling Kunming's past are worth reading.

Reflections on the Rain in Kunming 4 This paper shows us the rain in Kunming in an all-round way through the description of silver, bayberry and osmanthus in the rainy season in Kunming, making the content richer and more complete. The poem at the end makes the finishing point, vividly showing the carefree scene of the author and his friends. The sentence "I miss the rain in Kunming" reverberates from beginning to end, which is short and meaningful and memorable. This article expresses the author's longing and love for the rain in Kunming.

The rain in Kunming is intermittent, but the rain in Wuxi is not continuous. In spring, the light rain began to fall, a dime a dozen, like a silver needle, crystal clear, I'm afraid it will break in two when it falls to the ground. It rained a little harder, and the rain was pulled into long silver lines, one by one, very thin, as if the jewelry store in the sky had accidentally fallen down. But in any case, it doesn't sound like a fairy who is afraid of waking people's dreams and wants to quietly spread happiness and peace to the world and bring vitality to every corner of the world. It quietly brushes people's faces and walks past them. It is still so shy that it often hides and doesn't show up at dawn; In the evening, it can't stop being naughty and sneak out to play for a while. It nourishes every plant in the world selflessly and in obscurity, but asks for nothing in return. "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" is its highest realm, its lifelong pursuit goal, its persistent interpretation of life and its true portrayal. It tells the true meaning of the word "dedication" with its own life. "People may not be able to make themselves great, but they can certainly make themselves lofty." Presumably this is also its inner monologue.

Summer rain and spring rain are completely different in nature. Summer rain comes and goes in a hurry, not only the wind whistling, but also the thunder and lightning cheering for yourself. Everyone has seen its hot temper. First, the typhoon struck and the ground was dusty. "Crossing the thousands of feet waves, the bamboo poles are inclined." At this time, dark clouds were gathering, and Lei Gong came knocking on the heavy drum. The dazzling lightning also twisted his body and danced in the air. Finally, the rainstorm came, and the strong wind mixed with bean-sized raindrops hit the face, hurting people's faces. The rain poured down like a broken pearl, forming a water curtain cave under the eaves, like a waterfall. The water on the roof swooped down and merged into a shallow stream in the street. Big raindrops hit the cement road, and time was shattered, splashing huge water, seven or eight centimeters high. In just one hour, maybe only five minutes, the whole city was baptized. The dark clouds have cleared away, the air is particularly fresh, the dust is gone, and the green leaves are stretched out, ready to bask in the sun. Wind and rain come quickly, so we should face up to difficulties and face every day with an optimistic attitude. Difficulties may come like a storm, but they will soon disappear as long as we work hard. Why fear? More importantly, difficulties, like rain, can wash away every small shortcoming of us, so that these "dust" will no longer endanger our physical and mental health. "Let the storm come more violently!" This is not a verbal cry. When we get everything ready to meet the difficulties, the difficulties will collapse and fall apart.

Autumn wind is rustling, and autumn rain comes unexpectedly. The continuous autumn rain can easily give people a feeling of depression, and it also evokes people's homesickness. This is telling people that when you are far away from home, go back to see your parents more often to make your heart more peaceful. The intermittent winter rain makes the already bad weather even colder. But it was this rare winter rain that changed the dry climate in winter. This is telling people that when complaining about something, they might as well think about the other side of it. Thinking about problems in an all-round way often makes people suddenly enlightened, and empathy can also save rare friendship and affection.

After watching the rain in Kunming, 5 "there are few laymen in the lotus pond, and the moss marks on the field are one inch deep." A cup of turbid wine is in the afternoon, and the wood flowers are wet and heavy. " It was a light rain, full of flowers, with moss and wet clothes, and the streets in ancient spring were filled with dense. ...

I like the scene of rain, the wet fragrant flowers in the dense rain, the ancient post road with few pedestrians and the rain in Kunming written by Wang Zengqi. Rain, soft, moist but not stuffy, bright and dark green, pours all its wet and spring-like things: the palms of fresh people hanging upside down are green and fat, the white orchids on the courtyard wall are clean and sweet, the wood in the wine room is quaint and fragrant, chickens scattered in the courtyard wander around, and the game of fried beef with vegetarian dishes is fresh and smooth. ...

The elegant scenery comforts the predecessors and appreciates the outsiders with a soothing tone. During the rainy season, Jiao Jiao slowly heard the gentle voice of "selling bayberry", which seemed to moisten plums like charcoal, and the entrance was fresh and warm. Looking for sound and shadow, the little girl sitting in the corner of someone else's house selling bayberry is picturesque. "All the sellers of Yangmei are Miao girls, wearing flowered hats and shoes embroidered with flowers." Beautiful and simple girls are holding Yangmei under the steps, reflecting the bright silver ornaments in front of them. Blue, white and red are natural, elegant and graceful.

After reading it, there seems to be a faint scent of rain gently pointing to the nasal door, which is the fragrance of Sophora japonica after the rain. White flowers are bright and full under the moisture of rain. Pick a plant and put it in your mouth. Just hold it and don't chew it, and that sweet happiness will be full of body and mind. Youth is easy to satisfy. A rain, a few small sails, a few trips to shallow water and a few smells of Sophora japonica are all so satisfying and fulfilling, with a lingering aftertaste. And when we grow up, do we still have the heart to listen to the rain and enjoy the flowers? It's still raining lightly. However, stamens have lost their fragrance, not because flowers have changed varieties, but because the "luxury" of flower sniffers has disappeared. ...

If feelings only belong to teenagers, can I listen to Sanskrit quietly in the rain in Kunming after I am young?