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 took a train from Kunming to Chenggong. On the train, he saw a chicken fir tree on the ground. He jumped down and picked up the chicken soil. He can 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 choose the loose hair of the grass stem, tear it into thread as thick as crab legs, and fry it with green peppers. The entrance will make you dumbfounded: is this thing so delicious? ! There is another kind of fungus, ugly, called chanterelle. They are all about the same size. The sliding ring is as big as a silver ring 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.

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