It was still hot, but the heart was much calmer. The cool breeze, even a little, gave much hope. After a few gusts of cool wind, the sunlight was not so strong, a bright, a slightly darker, as if there was a piece of flying sand floating on it. Suddenly the wind was strong, the willow that had not moved for half a day as if it had violently gotten what was welcome, fluttering and swaying, and the branches were like growing out of a knot. After a gust of wind, the sky darkened and the dust flew into the air. Dust fall some, the north of the sky appeared like ink dark clouds. Xiangzi body no sweat, looked to the north, stopped the car, on the raincoat, he knew that the summer rain is said to come, do not work.
Just after the rain cloth, there was a gust of wind, the ink clouds rolled like a black half of the sky. The hot air on the ground mixed with the cool wind, mixed with the fishy dry soil, like cool and hot; the southern half of the sky ringing clear day, the northern half of the sky clouds like ink, as if there is some kind of catastrophe coming, everything is panicked. The cart-drivers were in a hurry to put on their raincoats, the shopkeepers were busy collecting their fronts, the vendors were in a panic to pack up their stalls, and the travelers were stepping up their efforts to run forward. Another gust of wind. The wind passed, the street fronts, stalls, pedestrians, as if the wind was swept away, all gone, leaving only the willow branches dancing wildly with the wind.
The clouds had not yet filled the sky, and the ground was already very dark, and the very bright and very hot sunny afternoon had suddenly turned into something like night. The wind carried the rain stars, crashing east and west as if looking for something on the ground. There was a red flash in the distance to the north, like lifting a piece of the black cloud and revealing a large piece of blood. The wind died down, but it was so strong that one shivered. When a wind like this passes, everything seems to be all right somehow, and even the willows are waiting for something in suspense. Another flash, is the head, white bright rain followed
down, very hard, smashed up a lot of dust, soil slightly with rain. A few big raindrops hit Xiangzi's back, he shivered twice. The raindrops stopped, and black clouds covered the sky. Another gust of wind, more powerful than before, willow branches flying horizontally, dust to all directions, rain down; wind, earth, rain, mixed together, linked together, horizontal and vertical are gray and cold, everything is wrapped up in it, can not tell which is the tree, which is the ground, which is the cloud, in all directions, full of chaos, full of noise, full of confusion. The wind passed, leaving only the straight rain channel, pulling the bottom of the sky pulling down, can not see a strip, just so a piece, a burst, the ground shot up countless arrows, houses fall on thousands of waterfalls. A few minutes, heaven and earth have been inseparable, the water in the air pouring down, the water on the ground flowing everywhere, into a gray and dim, sometimes white and bright, a water world.
Xiangzi's clothes had already been soaked through, and there was no dry and loose place on his body; through his straw hat, his hair was already completely wet. The water on the ground was over his feet, his wet pants wrapped around his legs, and the rain from above was hitting his head and back, sweeping across his face. He couldn't look up, couldn't open his eyes, couldn't breathe, couldn't take a step. He felt like he was going to stand still in the water, he didn't know where the road was, he didn't know what was in front of him, behind him, behind him
and around him, he just felt the bone-cold water pouring down on every part of his body. He didn't know anything else, except that he felt a little heat in his heart and the sound of rain in his ears. He wanted to put the car down, but didn't know where to put it. Tried to run, the water wrapped around his legs. He was just half dead, head down, yanking forward one step at a time. The rider of the cart seemed to die in the cart, and without a word the driver was left to struggle for his life in the water.
The rain subsided a bit, Xiangzi slightly straightened his spine and exhaled, "Sir, take shelter before you go!"
"Come on! What are you doing leaving me here?" The cart rider stomped his feet and shouted.
Xiangzi really wanted to put the car down and find a place to hide. However, looking at the water running all over his body, he knew that the moment he stood still, he would shiver into a ball. He gritted his teeth, waded through the water, regardless of the height and depth of the run up. Just a short distance away, the sky darkened for a moment, followed by a flash of light, and the rain blinded him again.
Pulled, the ride did not even give more than a copper. Xiangzi didn't say anything, he already couldn't care less about his life.
The rain stayed for a while, and then came down for a while
From "Under the Blazing Sun and Torrential Rain"
This article uses a lot of rhetorical devices. Such as metaphors, similes, personification, hyperbole, etc., to enhance the vividness of the article's image, so that the hot sun and rainstorms under the people's feelings jumped off the page, causing the reader **** Ming, as if they were there. For example, in writing the scene under the scorching sun, in the second subsection, the "whole old city" is compared to "like a burnt-out brick kiln", extremely graphic, can be seen in the degree of heat. In the second stanza, he compares "the whole old city" to "a burnt-out brick kiln", which is very graphic and shows the degree of heat. In the 10th stanza, a personification is used to describe the scene under the rainstorm, "The wind, with its rain stars, was banging around like it was looking for something on the ground", which vividly describes the image of the wind taking advantage of the rain, and the rain taking advantage of the wind's power.
The author's description of the natural environment not only captures the main features of the scenery, but also is good at capturing the details for a delicate and vivid writing. The text in accordance with the process of weather changes, has written about the willow tree seven times, four times in the hot sun, three times before and after the arrival of rainstorms. Especially the first time, said "the street willow tree as if sick, the leaves hanging layer of gray soil in the branches of the roll; branches are not even lazy to move, listless and low hanging". "Sick as if" indicates that the willows lacked vitality and moisture, which is evident in the dryness of the weather. "The leaves hung in layers of gray soil", indicating that the weather had not rained for a long time. "The branches were not even moving lazily", indicating that there was no wind. In this kind of hot environment, xiangzi also out of the car, see his hardworking, not afraid of suffering and forced to make a living and have to work hard and miserable. Later, such a detailed description, are intended to render the environment in which Xiangzi is poor.