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Yu Wang Zeng Qining Kun of Kunming asked me to draw him a picture with Kunming characteristics. I thought for a while and drew a picture: a stout green cactus hung upside down in the upper right corner with a golden flower at the end; On the lower left are some blue mushrooms and boletus. These lines are engraved on it: "Kunming people often hang a cactus at the door to ward off evil spirits." Cactus can still survive and bloom upside down. Here we can see the tenacious vitality of cactus and the humid air in rainy season in Kunming. There are cyanobacteria and boletus in the rainy season, which is extremely delicious. " I miss the rain in Kunming. I didn't know there was a rainy season. The "rainy season" didn't have a concrete feeling until I arrived in Kunming. I don't remember how long the rainy season in Kunming is, from a few months to a few months. It seems quite long. But not boring. Because it is stop-and-go, stop-and-go, not continuous, it is endless. And not boring. I think the air pressure in Kunming is not low during the rainy season, and people are very comfortable. The rainy season in Kunming is bright, full and emotional. Trees and grass turn green again in spring, and summer dreams have long vegetation. The rainy season in Kunming is thick green. The water in the branches and leaves of plants and trees is saturated, showing excessive exaggeration. That painting of mine is realistic. I did see a cactus hanging upside down and still blooming. In ancient times, Kunming used many things to ward off evil spirits: a small mirror with eight diagrams painted around it, and a cactus below it-a hole was pierced in the cactus, put on with twine and hung on a nail. There are many cacti in Kunming, and they are very fat. Some people plant a circle of cactus around the vegetable garden instead of a fence. After planting cactus, pigs and sheep dare not eat it in the garden. Cactus has thorns, but pigs and sheep are afraid of pricking. There are many bacteria in Kunming. Visiting the vegetable market in rainy season, you can see all kinds of bacteria at any time. The cheapest at most is boletus. When the boletus comes down, every restaurant sells fried boletus, and even there is a bowl on the table in The National SouthWest Associated University canteen. Boletus is as smooth, tender, delicious as beef liver. Stir-fried boletus must put more garlic, otherwise it will easily make people faint. Penicillium is a little more expensive than boletus. This mushroom is still light green when fried, and its style is higher than that of boletus. The king of bacteria is chicken soil, which has a fresh and strong taste and is unparalleled. Chicken soil is a rare delicacy, but it is not really expensive. The price of a plate of braised chicken is comparable to that of a bowl of braised chicken, because it is not rare in Yunnan. There is a joke: someone went to Chenggong by train from Kunming and saw a chicken on the ground in the car. He jumped down and picked up the chicken soil, so he could climb the train in a hurry. This joke is to show that the train from Kunming to Chenggong is slow, but it also shows that chicken soil can be seen everywhere. There is a kind of auricularia auricula, which tastes ugly and is called Ganba auricularia auricula. At first glance, it's really doubtful: can this kind of food be eaten? ! The color is dark brown with green, a bit like a pile of semi-dry cow dung or a trampled hornet's nest. There are a lot of grass stems, messy hair, a mess! However, if you work hard, you can clean the loose hairs on the grass stems, tear them into shreds as thick as crab legs, and fry them with green peppers. At first glance, you will be dumbfounded: is this thing so delicious? ! There is another kind of fungus, ugly, called chanterelle. They are all about the same size, as big as a silver ring, smooth and round, and light yellow in color, just like chicken oil. This fungus can only be used for color matching and has no taste. The fruit in rainy season is bayberry. Myrica rubra sellers are all Miao girls, wearing flowered hats and shoes embroidered with flowers, sitting in a corner of someone's step stone, shouting "selling Myrica rubra-"from time to time, with a Jiao Jiao sound. Their voices softened the air in Kunming during the rainy season. Yangmei in Kunming is very big, as big as table tennis, and its colors are black, red and black. It is called "charcoal plum". It's a good name. It's like a hot briquette! Not sour at all! I have eaten Yangmei from Dongting Mountain in Suzhou and Yangmei from Jinggangshan, and it seems that they are not as good as Huotan Plum from Kunming. The flower in rainy season is osmanthus. Osmanthus fragrans is white orchid, and Beijing is called "Balan" (this name is really unpleasant). Yunnan calls this flower osmanthus. Perhaps this flower was first introduced from Myanmar, and its fragrance is a bit like osmanthus. In fact, this has nothing to do with osmanthus. -but then again, it's called white orchid and Bayer orchid elsewhere, and it doesn't get along with orchids just because it smells like orchids. The Brando I saw in my hometown is one person tall, and the Burmese laurel tree in Kunming is a big tree! I live at No.2 Ruoyuan Lane. There is a big osmanthus tree in the yard with dense leaves, which makes the surrounding rooms green. When Myanmar and Guangxi were in full bloom, the landlord (a widow in her fifties) and one of her adopted daughters took a ladder to pick them. They pick better ones every day and take them to the flower market to sell. She is probably afraid that tenants will pick her flowers indiscriminately and often send some to families. Sometimes send a seven-inch plate, which is full of Burmese osmanthus! Sweet-scented osmanthus in Myanmar with rain beads makes me soft-hearted, not pregnant and not thinking about home. Rain sometimes makes people feel a little homesick. Li Shangyin's Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night is written for many long-distance travelers. One morning, it was raining and we didn't live much. Sid and I went to the lotus pond from the new teaching building of the United University. After seeing the clear water in the pool and the stone statue of Chen Yuanyuan (it is said that Chen Yuanyuan became a monk after going to Yunnan in Wu Sangui and died in the lotus pond in his later years), it began to rain again. There is a small street and a small hotel near the lotus pond. We went in and asked for a plate of pig's head meat and half a catty of wine (in a glazed pottery cup) and sat down. It's raining hard. There are several chickens in the hotel, all with their heads behind their wings and one foot on the ground, standing motionless under the eaves. There is a big Muxiang flower in the hotel yard. There are many fragrant flowers in Kunming. Some rivers are surrounded by woody plants. But it is rare to see such a big wooden root. A woody tree climbed on the shelf and covered the yard tightly. The dense and finely divided green leaves, countless half-opened white flowers and full flower bones are all soaked by the rain. We can't leave, so we sit in the afternoon. Forty years later, I still can't forget the feeling of that day. I wrote a poem: there are few laymen in the lotus pond, and the moss marks on the field are one inch deep. A cup of turbid wine after noon, fragrant flowers and wet rain. I miss the rain in Kunming. May 19th, 1984. After reading Rain in Kunming, I felt the rain in Kunming. I have experienced countless times and only watched this one by Wang Zengqi. In the past, like many Kunming people, I had an ambivalent attitude towards the rain in Kunming: when it doesn't rain, I hope it will 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 near my house would always run out of the house and jump around in the rain, shouting, "It rains on a sunny day, and frogs come out to 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 moving, 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. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Smile. I wish I could help you. Have a nice day! ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥ ╥.

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