How to talk about the weather with English people?

For example, talking about the weather is really only worth mentioning in Britain.

A young man in his twenties spared no effort to complain about the repetition of life and to look forward to the change of life. He will never talk about the weather with people who have nothing to do with him except waiting for the result of his father's operation in the corridor of the hospital, let alone. In fact, at that age, there was really no one who had anything to do with him. When he lived to his thirties and forties, he became more frank and sincere about the weather, and more people began to participate. It can even be said that the more people who have nothing to do with themselves, the more important they are to themselves. They began to understand and use their little wisdom about "compromise" and "patience" in this matter. Because everyone in the world knows what people of their age are worried about. If there is no small excess, it will be too stiff and too animal. In fact, adding a little more is just like ordering champagne or smoking cigars, but the form and service content are not as good. But the most troublesome thing is that this circuitous content can no longer attract the kind of energy it once had. When they are old, they keep silent about the weather, because it is the only thing that makes them complain fiercely. In other words, they regret talking too much in life, watching too little quietly and becoming like children again. No matter what you look at casually, you feel extremely novel. How can they have time to talk more?

British people like to talk about the weather. Most people talk about the weather first.

One afternoon, georgebernard shaw was walking in the street when an old gentleman came up to him and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Xiao! Nice day, isn't it? Good afternoon! Mr. Xiao, the weather is fine, isn't it? Bernard Shaw replied humorously, "Oh, yes. But in the past two hours, 20 people have lied to me about it. Thank you. " Oh, yes, but in the past two hours, 20 people have told me. Thank you. )"

First of all, it must be admitted that the weather in Britain is really bad, or for a long time in a year, the weather in Britain can't please his subjects, which brings them more trouble than indulgence.

Secondly, talking about the weather is a footnote to people's preconceived notions of "gentlemanly manners" of the British people. They feel polite, procedural and considerate, so they regard the weather as a reasonable opening remark to meet or strike up a conversation, as well as their proper style, or as people's reasonable expectations for the spiritual outlook of the British Empire and even the old colonies.

In addition, if you, like me, have been driving through the monotonous scenery of southern England in winter for more than ten days at the beginning of the year under the influence of the British weather, I believe you will also understand that the torture of bad weather may be the best reason and the smoothest way for people to get close to each other, break through barriers or find spiritual support.

Along the way, I have been thinking about the question a friend asked when he knew I was going to England: What is England like?

Good question!

Only when you have seen, heard, tasted, touched and finally felt a place can you say that you have really been there?

However, the feeling of Britain is actually no different from that I didn't see the red bus, didn't hear the announcement on Heathrow Airport, didn't taste fish and chips, and didn't feel the touch of the standard English black umbrella in my palm.

Brush off the cold rain in June 5438+ February from the heavy woolen coat. I have always felt that this is the feeling in Britain.

On the whole, the situation is quite bad, but there is still hope and a little warmth, such as that old coat.

If this feeling is used to describe life, it is also appropriate to describe the true feelings in this life. If you still have interest and courage, peel off all kinds of falsehoods and excuses accumulated in this relationship layer by layer just like peeling onions.

I used to watch the new version of King Kong, a remake of 2 1 century. I thought it was noisy from beginning to end, but King Kong got rid of the chase and still held a "little girlfriend" in his hand. It's beautiful that he glided and spun on the ice for the first time. The foreshadowing ahead is too long. A few seconds later, the scene was interrupted too quickly by gunfire and screams, but only in this way did people feel that this "embellishment" was the only reason why the whole broadcast 120 minutes was worth living.

After the long winter, the good times are coming. Now you have just been intoxicated in those few short seconds, and the glance on the bus is fleeting. After that incredible few seconds, it passed away. It was really the "best time". No matter how good they are, you can't keep him. Like a crack, it disappears at the best stop point.

The cold rain in England is like this. Drawing a sunny and carefree tropical island on a heavy woolen coat is more reassuring and more real than guarding the fountain of youth and Alibaba's treasury. You can easily imagine, and you can really feel, brushing that coat with your fingers is a little burr, a little stinging, wet and cold, right? Of course, it would be better if that coat was worn out.

Well, I'm sorry. As far as I can remember, British people don't like talking about the weather very much. In fact, the British don't have to talk to them about the weather before they can start talking. In fact, the British have no feelings for gentlemen. British people do have feelings about the weather. But their friendliness and gentleness are actually the best weapons to fight against the alienation and loneliness caused by the weather. If you can bring a moment of warmth and a little touch to others in such weather, it will be a Changchun medicine for the soul. If I am an Englishman born and raised in my hometown, I will stay with the cold rain in winter for decades, how grateful I will be to those who ask me for directions! Thank them for giving me a chance to feel good about myself. Just as tycoons should thank those "poor people" who took their charitable donations without saying a word.

In the daily environment where I live, it is difficult to squeeze out a smile for others, let alone find time to talk about the weather, so I think it is also a very elegant virtue to talk about the weather with people. In our country, it is not the weather that makes people feel alienated and isolated, but the atmosphere. We don't have British conservatism, we have China's defense.