Wen 〡 李成
Source: Pin Reading, No. 3, 2022
The poet Neruda begins his memoirs by saying, "When I think of my childhood, the only thing that makes me unforgettable is the rain. ”
In his impression, "The rain fell all year round." The rain filaments smashed on the roof like long glass needles; some hit the windows, forming transparent waves. Every building in the rain is like a ship that is struggling to sail to the port in the middle of a harsh winter sea."
My hometown is also a rainy place, it may rain all year round, some seasons have less rain, and even drought, but I have to admit that the rain is also fierce enough.
Located on the north bank of the Yangtze River, from the latitude, it is a relatively large precipitation zone, sometimes - even in winter, it may be "not open for months", especially in late spring and early summer into the "plum rain" season, it will have to rain, and it will be a long time.
At that time, I couldn't believe it: How could there be so much rain in the sky? Could there be a reservoir in the sky or is there really a river in the sky? What was it that transported so much rain to heaven? Where are the hundreds of billions of tons of rain falling?
It was like breaking a dike, and the river was falling like countless waterfalls; just like the myth that "the pillar of heaven is broken, the earth is broken", the sky collapsed a large piece, and the rain fell down in a hurry.
The rain is simply airtight, and if people stand in the rain curtain for a while, they will be like drowning people, choked out of breath.
For many days without rest, as if there is no end, it really makes people admire the energy, like a person who has suffered from many years of resentment, not crying and shaking the mountain, not coming to a flooded mountain and never giving up.
At such moments, of course, hundreds of lines are closed and people are staying at home. What else can be done besides looking at the diffuse rain waterfall, occasionally sighing, shaking your head?
The more diligent villagers may also pick up furniture and farm tools at home, repair and repair, and some will take this opportunity to play a few pairs of straw shoes for rough work, and the rest are also gathered together to play cards and swing the dragon gate array.
People who are irritable, their temper will become bad, and there will be more things to beat people and scold their mothers, is there not a proverb: "Hit a child on a rainy day, idle is also idle." And unconsciously a month down, even the indoor quilt, furniture has become tide, some chair legs, table legs have quietly knotted a layer of mold, so the "plum rain season" is also called "mildew rain season". Maybe it should still be called plum rain, because it is rain when the yellow plum is ripe. There is a well-written verse in the "Thousand Family Poems": "In the yellow plum season, the family rains, and the grass pond is full of frogs." ”
After the rain, it should be the most moving and joyful rain in the middle of summer. At this time, the land was already a lush green, and there were plants growing "explosively" everywhere in the fields and hills, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees and the sweet smell of flowers.
This is the life, everything is playing out the story of life. And the torrential rains that often come bring blessings and baptism to the vitality and stories of this heaven and earth, and even hold a groundbreaking ceremony by them.
This rain often comes and goes quickly, and generally does not open for months, but may be patronized once a day. It is also not like the rainy season, the sky is dark for several days before it comes, and the clouds are rat gray.
The characteristics of summer rain are bright, originally it was a clear blue sky with white clouds, and even a round of hot sun with golden light, but maybe a cool wind blew, sent a few white clouds, white clouds instantly turned ink, suddenly covered the sun, occupied the sky, and constantly rushed, rising, and then it will be dark, thunder and lightning, and then a full raindrop began to fall obliquely on the ground, but the raindrops are always bright, crystalline, they smash into all things, smashing water, such as insects waking up and flying, Like petals fluttering under the wind... It makes people feel bored but feel bitter.
What is moving is the moment when the clouds collect rain and live. After a heavy rain, the heavens and the earth became so clean. Every green leaf appeared greener, every yellow flower appeared more yellow, every red flower appeared redder, and all the plants, even some thin whiskers, were covered with shiny beads of water.
At this time, the sun that has disappeared will come again, even more pure, emitting a stronger, more brilliant and more refined light, and the whole heaven and earth will be renewed, so bright and shining.
What a bright moment! Green and dripping, bright and burning, all life shouts out passion and love from the bottom of the heart. The water droplets on those plants, under the illumination of the sun, have long been transformed into diamonds and pearls, refracting a colorful brilliance; a rainbow is likely to emerge in the sky, like a magical brush to draw a magnificent, magnificent and handsome colored picture! Seven colors of light radiate the mountains and rivers, fields, villages under the sky, everything is as beautiful and dreamy as a fairy tale kingdom...
And such a rainy day is naturally a happy time for us children. We don't have to stay at home like in other seasons on rainy days, greedily looking out the window, but we can't go out, at most we can only watch the occasional pedestrian on the village road trekking hard in the mud, or even falling, showing all kinds of embarrassment-
We can completely run barefoot under the gradually smaller rain curtain, dam the creek, go to the grassy slope to pick up the bird's eggs that have been broken by the rain, go to the river to look at the water, see it muddy; more tempting is that after the rain, the stream gully is filled with water, and the crucian carp is just going up against the water, we will take the fish basket to catch, throw the silver fish into the bamboo basket, a good dinner is already expected.
As soon as the rain stopped, we had to run to the hill to watch the hunters hunt, run to the pond weir to watch the fishermen get out of the nets, run to the woods to collect mushrooms; the crystal water droplets quickly wet our pants and clothes, but we were all elated.
At this time, the sky after the rain is also beautiful and picturesque: the sky turns blue one by one, blue like a layer of blue glaze; the clouds, one by one, turn white, drifting leisurely into the distance, and the sun shines up, setting them with shiny gold edges, farther away, turning red, purple, and still changing... All this always makes me think of the sea, the sea of the sky and the earth, the sea of blue sky and white clouds... We run towards it, and that's our home!
Editor-in-charge: Zhang Chu | Proofreader: Qin Daixin