The day after coming to Phoenix, it also rained in Phoenix.
The rain is thin and slanting in the mountains, and Shen Congwen writes that "the rain does not stop, and the stream is full of smoke". At this moment, the Tuojiang River is misty, and the empty mountains are silent, which is in line with Shen Congwen's penmanship, and I seem to hear the two guys shouting "transition", and the sound of Cuicui Yingdu......
The wet bluestone pavement glows with water, pedestrians are scarcer than usual, and people with umbrellas walk sporadically along the Tuojiang River. The old stone streets are narrow, and both sides have to turn sideways when they meet. Whose umbrella is dripping wet on my shoulders? The ice is cold and cold, like the clothes of the two guys can't cover the rain in the mountains. The second guy longs for the rain to stop, and he will sing for Cuicui for three years and a few months on a moonlit night......
The rain did not stop, and the smoke on the surface of the stream reached the eaves of the house, and there were strings of silver droplets, like silver ornaments swaying on the heads of Miao girls. In the misty smoke and rain, the other side is the stilted building of Shunshun's house? The window where the silver ornaments swayed was standing the daughter of the head of Wang Tuan's family wearing gold and silver? Thinking about it this way, in this smoke and rain, there was suddenly a little bit of sorrow......
The waterwheel under the stilted downstairs keeps running with a drizzle, and there is a rotating room next to the waterwheel, but is the room where the daughter of the Wang Tuan is married? The second guy said, if you want a ferry, don't go to the house, I laughed in my heart!
The rain gradually stopped, I raised my legs and was about to step across the gravel slab of the river to the other side of the river, when the voice of the second guy suddenly sounded in my ears, "Turn back the big fish in the water to bite you......", I subconsciously retracted my feet, and laughed again in my heart. Yes, the rain stops, the slate is slippery, so don't fall into the water.
Putting away my umbrella, I walked slowly along the Tuojiang River, slowly walking from downstream to upstream, looking down and counting the shiny bluestone slabs and the wooden stakes of the stilted buildings. I don't know where the sound of drums came, from far and near, mixed with the horn of the dragon boat, it turned out that the men on the side of the Tuojiang River were training intensively for the Dragon Boat Festival Dragon Boat Race. Yes, the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the Dragon Boat Festival written by Shen Congwen is the mightiness of the two guys wielding oars and fighting and catching five ducks with one hand. There is a tradition in the Tuojiang Dragon Boat Festival, after the dragon boat race, a large group of ducks are released in the river for sailors to catch. I was suddenly a little annoyed, I came a little early, and the Dragon Boat Festival was just a few days away, otherwise I could be like Cuicui, and carry a duck back to Guangzhou.
Smiling softly, she thought beautifully.
It's the third time I've come to Phoenix, and I still like Phoenix!
Knowing the phoenix is all because of Shen Congwen, and I like the phoenix because of the natural scenery here. It is said that the phoenix has become commercialized, but in my eyes, it can still create an atmosphere of natural beauty under Shen Congwen's pen! Love Phoenix!