Before I came to Panzhihua, I had never been out of the house, and I was used to the obvious changes of the four seasons, the continuous spring rain in my hometown, walking in the drizzly countryside, smelling the fragrance of the land and enjoying the warm wind blowing head on.
Panzhihua doesn't seem to have spring, but just walks out of a chill in winter, and people are greeted by the scorching sun in the sky. If you walk on the concrete road, you will obviously feel the heat wave drilling into your bones from all directions, which makes people feel like they can't find a cool place, even if you walk under a leafy tree.
The most uncomfortable thing is that the air is seriously short of water. Although this place belongs to the subtropical zone, even in winter, you can see the mountains full of green, but because of the lack of water, people feel that there is always something missing in this green. What is missing? Maybe it's this feeling of green squeezing out water. It is the lack of this feeling that makes people feel that there is something covered outside the green.
People here are used to the life without rain in spring. Everyone tries to relieve the discomfort caused by chapped lips from glass after glass of water, and luckier plants can get showers sprayed by humans. Maybe they don't feel how precious water is. Maybe people who still live in mud houses can't take a refreshing bath before going to bed like me. Maybe they won't expect too much from God like a stranger who just arrived here.
I ate a strange thing at an aunt's house downstairs the other day. She said, papaya. Eating more vitamins can prevent chapped lips. It's very kind of you to refuse, but after eating a small piece, I always feel that this is the worst thing I have eaten for a long time, and I always feel that it tastes a bit strange. Does everyone here eat this? Speaking of which, my heart seems to have been caught in a rain, and it feels a little cold in midsummer.
These days, it will be windy for a long time every afternoon here, which is very annoying. My master asked me one day, do you know that our living area has another name? I feel a little puzzled. Alias? Wuthering heights, he said, hehe, this metaphor is good and vivid, but it makes people feel a little tragic.
It is said that it will rain here in May. As the old saying goes, spring rain is as expensive as oil. This sentence may be closer to life here, but even with oil, it can't change a rain.
Chatting with local people, everyone is looking forward to a hydropower station here, saying that when the power station is built and the reservoir is filled, the weather should be greatly improved. Right? I really hope that the power station can be built as soon as possible.
It's the end of April, it's almost May, and it's not far from the rainy season I prayed for. Panzhihua in rainy season should be beautiful. If I can choose, I would rather give up this summer that is not summer.