"Phoenix - Rain』Wind and rain, the phoenix flew in and did not want to go home.

On the afternoon of the last day of August, the setting sun hit my west-facing window almost vertically. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I can't help but walk out of my house, wanting to take one last look at the city I've been living in for six and a half years before I leave.

The name of this small town is called Laifeng, and legend has it that the phoenix does not want to return. Although I also call it "Lai Feng", but in private, in the article, but like to use a more literary tone of "Phoenix City".

I walked on the road in Fengcheng, upper body a loose T-shirt, jeans pants pulled up to the knee below; feet stepped on a pair of flip-flops, walking to "ta-la" "ta-la" screaming; dusty feet were dipped in sweat, and became sallow; hand from a pair of flip-flops, walking "ta-la" "screaming"; dusty feet were dipped in sweat, and became sallow; hand from a pair of slippers, walking "ta-la" "shouting"; dusty feet were dipped in sweat, and became sallow. Become sallow; hand from the roadside bushes to pull a dogwood in the mouth, like a scruffy hippie. I headed toward the city hall on the edge of town, intending to turn around and head back downtown. Along the way, I passed several plazas, large and small, where I would invariably see old retired people bouncing to the beat of the music. Sometimes, what can bring and represent the vitality of a city is precisely these old people who have nearly reached their twilight years ......

In Fengcheng, my favorite rainy days. If it is five yellow June summer, nature is greedy for that a cool; if it is other seasons, like the rainy day that a unique charm, romantic charm.

I have a strange habit of going out without rain gear, regardless of the color of the sky. The first is to play cool, slowly to later became a habit. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.

The summer in Fengcheng is characterized by heavy rainfall. The local people have a saying that "summer rain is not continuous", which means that summer rain will not be continuous, and this is the torrential rain. Heavy rains often fall when I go out and come home, and I don't remember that I never bring rain gear, so coming home in the rain is a common occurrence. If the rain is not too much, I do not care much, let the rain hit the body, at most, just speed up some footsteps walking. If it was a hailstorm of rain "crackling" down, I would have to avoid it in a hurry. To their own fastest speed forward running, but also have to dodge the road people, cars, things; from time to time there are a few large pools of water across the road ahead, I have to geese through the cold pools from the top of a leap. The worst part is that by the time I get home, it's almost done raining, which means I don't have to go home in the rain if I just wait a little longer.

In fact, there are some feelings that only you know. I like is in the wind and rain in the wild running that a bold; more like when I came home to use a hand wipe face is not sweat and not rain, but also sweat and rain water after a big breath of that kind of pleasure and pain.

Compared to the roughness of the summer rain, the rain of the rest of the season is much more refined and delicate.

Most of the rain in the rest of the seasons falls lazily, if at all, drenching the whole city in a drizzle. If the summer rain is compared to the wind and fire of the Hanzi Zhang Fei, then the rest of the season rain can only be your body is not safe Lin sister. In this kind of weather, even if you don't take an umbrella to walk all over the small town, your clothes and hair are only wet on the surface. (By my words you can speculate how small the city really is) I like to wander Fengcheng on such days, walking through the alleys of this small town. Because of the fine rain, there is a rare leisure and cozy.

The rain to rain a little more, it is more interesting. The degree of this rain is very subtle, not only to let people do not think, but also shall not disturb the "pedestrians want to break the soul". Whenever this happens, everyone is holding an umbrella, in the umbrella cover under the blessed land peacefully. Because of the umbrella edge as a boundary, the umbrella surface under the boundary has become the private space of the umbrella. As far as the eye can see, there are hooking couples, there are tightly clustered together couples, there are also pushing and shoving jostling buddies ...... Although the umbrella edge touched very often, but let who can not be squeezed into other people's space.

If you are lucky enough to be able to look down from a high place at the umbrella flow, it is an extremely interesting picture. But see the colorful umbrellas in the Woods move, like the water was set off by the flower petals floating into the distance. Many of my friends describe this scene by comparing the umbrellas to flowers, but another word comes to mind: "rain beating on floating weeds". In the summer fields, there will always be some green duckweed, water fluctuations, duckweed will undulate with the ripples, and the umbrella in front of me is very similar. From time to time, there is no umbrella in the flow of people between the umbrella surface cut a crack, he is that in the paddy field to open the duckweed frogs, eels or water snakes.

Fengcheng is not very foggy when it rains, which I think is a pity. During the National Day, I have seen the fog cover of Chongqing after the rain, but also envied to the extreme. Eileen Chang said: "There are three hates in life, one hate begonias without incense, two hate shad thorns, three hate "Dream of the Red Chamber" is not finished. If it is according to me, I have to add a: "Fengcheng lack of fog after the rain".

The sunset has fallen to the skyline below, the small town lights, dancing square moncler jackets outlet also gradually dispersed, I have to go home to prepare for tomorrow's trip. I bumped into a group of people tilting their heads at a tree wrapped in colored lights, with crisp bird chirps coming from the tree. I always thought it was the government putting a speaker on it for the sake of political performance and making an image project. Today, when I looked underground, there were stars of bird droppings, and then followed a few angled heads, there were really birds!