The name of this small town is called Phoenix, and it is said that Phoenix came here and didn't want to return. Although I often call it "Laifeng", in private, I like to use "Fengcheng" with a more literary accent in my articles.
I was walking on the road in Fengcheng, wearing a loose T-shirt, and trouser legs of jeans was pulled below my knees. Stepping on a pair of slippers, I started to "click" and "click"; Dust-stained feet are soaked in sweat and become dark; Pulled a green bristlegrass from the grass beside the road and put it in his mouth, just like a sloppy hippie. I walked towards the city government on the edge of the city, and planned to turn back to the city from there. Passing through several large and small squares along the road, you will always see some retired people dancing with the rhythm of music there. Sometimes, it is these elderly people who are nearly dying who can bring and represent the vitality of a city ... < P > In Fengcheng, rainy days are my favorite. If it is a summer day in May, July and June, it is naturally a desire for that coolness; If it is other festivals, what I like is the unique misty and romantic charm of rainy days.
I have a quirk. I always go out without rain gear, no matter what the weather is like at that time. At first, it was to be cool, but gradually it became a habit. The habit of playing cool. Therefore, I went home in the rain.
there are many rainstorms in Fengcheng in summer. There is a local saying that "the summer rain doesn't last", which means that the summer rain won't be continuous, and that's the rainstorm. Rainstorms often occur when I go out to go home, and I don't have a long memory and never bring rain gear, so it is common to go home in the rain. If it doesn't rain too much, I don't care much, let the rain hit me, and at most I just walk faster. If the hail-like raindrops "crackle", I will have to avoid them awkwardly. Run forward as fast as you can, while avoiding people, cars and things on the road; From time to time, there are several big ponds across the road, and I have to jump over them like a wild goose crossing a cold pool. The most exasperating thing is that when I rush home, it's almost raining, which means that as long as I wait, I don't have to go home in the rain at all.
actually, some feelings are only understood by yourself. What I like is the heroic one running in the flurry; I prefer to breathe a sigh of relief when I go home and wipe my face with water that is not sweaty or rainy.
compared with the rough rain in summer, the rain in other seasons is much more delicate and delicate.
most of the rain in other seasons is lazy, and if there is no rain, the whole Fengcheng is immersed in the drizzle. If the summer rain is compared to Zhang Fei, a man who is in a hurry, then the rain in the rest of the season can only be Sister Lin, who is in poor health. In this weather, even if you travel around the town without an umbrella, your clothes and hair are only wet on the surface. (You can guess how small the city is from this sentence.) I like to wander around Fengcheng and walk through the alleys of this small town on such days. Because of this drizzle, there is a rare leisure and comfort.
if it rains harder, it will be more interesting. The degree of this rain is very subtle, so it should not make people careless, and it should not disturb the pedestrians' desire to break their souls. At this time, everyone is holding an umbrella and living safely in the blessed land under the umbrella mask. With the edge of the umbrella as the boundary, the boundary under the umbrella surface becomes the private space of the umbrella maker. From a distance, there are couples who are backslapping, couples who are closely clustered together, and buddies who are pushing and shoving ... Although the umbrella edges collide very frequently, no one can squeeze into other people's space.
If you are lucky enough to be able to overlook this umbrella-holding crowd from a height, it will be a very interesting picture. However, we can see colorful umbrellas moving in opposite directions, much like petals drifting away with water. Many friends described this scene as comparing umbrellas to flowers, but I remembered another word, "Rain beats duckweed". In the fields in summer, there are always some green duckweeds, and the water surface fluctuates slightly, and the duckweeds fluctuate with the ripples, which is very similar to the umbrella surface in front of them. Sometimes someone who doesn't have an umbrella draws a crack between the umbrella faces of people. He is the frog, eel or water snake who pushes duckweed away in the rice field.
I feel very sorry that it doesn't fog when it rains in Fengcheng. After seeing the fog cover after the rain in Chongqing during the National Day, I was even more envious. Zhang Ailing said: "There are three hates in life, one is that Haitang is odorless, the other is that shad is prickly, and the third is that Dream of Red Mansions is unfinished." If I say so, I have to add: "Fengcheng lacks fog after the rain."
The sunset has dropped below the skyline, the lights are on in the small town, and the grandmothers and grandmothers dancing in the square dance have gradually dispersed. I have to go home and prepare for tomorrow's trip. I met a group of people looking up at a tree full of colorful lights, and there were crisp birds chirping from the tree. I always thought that the government put a speaker on it for political achievements and made an image project. Today, when I look underground, there are bits and pieces of bird droppings, and then I look down a few heads held high. There are really birds!