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【摘 要】文章描绘了大理的雨。
【关键词】雨 大理 端午节 西洱河
【中图分类号】H315.9 【文献标识码】A 【文章编号】1006－9682（2011）09－0079－01
【Abstract】The paper give a description of the rain in Dali.
【Key words】Rain Dali The Dragon Boat Festival Xi er River
Raindrops made various sounds in the early morning. They danced rhythmically and wobbled gently to wake up the world. In no time, the crowds grew up in yards and streets, just like luxuriant vegetation and the umbrellas in their hands were like fallen flowers drifting down the water. The sound of night rain or that in the leisure time was like cradlesong. The joyous raindrops made clear and melodious sound as the clicking of the jewels worn by the dancer. The sad rain cried bitterly as if departing someone for ever. The sorrowful feeling flooded the mountains and plains, and then converged into streams and ravines. Where’s the fountain of the happiness? Where’s the destination of the sadness? Did the music come from heaven? We could still hear the singing of soul curling upwards, which was a talk with god, dynamic, intangible, gentle and lovely. There was the reverberation of the music and the noise on this romantic location. Is there anybody who can pay attention to nothing else but your pure and kindhearted voice? Rain is bright, moreover, the bright rainy day was the baptized baby. Raindrops, a group of little fairies and folks in white gloves, waved the short fluorescence magical club and danced on the pine needles, the oak leaves, on the hair and eyebrows. They naughtily pressed their faces close to the window glass to look inside, only to be cracked into foams unexpectedly. Everything looked like wiped glass, cherries red pearls and tree leaves a string of notes gently plucking pipa. The grass has grown a few inches tall and the grassland sprinkled with dandelion clocks. The sunshine after the rain was like Jesus having gone through purgatory, but marvelously maintained the human purity and brilliant supernatural rays. The drizzle made a soft sound as if rubbing of clothes against each other, a slipping of pencil on a paper, scratching of kitten’s paws.
“It is often rains when the plum turns yellow”. The rain in Dali came in succession when the plums were still green. Raindrops landed on the plum trees and fluttered the leaves. The heavy rain started from the Dragon Boat Festival this year, and before the festival it had been very hot for days. A little boy had taken by the adults to visit relatives during the holidays. As they arrived the relatives’ house on a hill, it cooled down. Farming relative said that he would busy himself with watering the field if it were not to rain any more. “The early rain, beneficial to the crops, moistened the earth silently. Folk songs filled villages and mountains. Ears of new wheat were springing in season. People might sing songs to celebrate a harvest in sight this year.” Rain in season was the expectation of famers. At night, the boy noticed the moon which was like golden paint dropping and spreading on the paper. This was the Lunar Halo. A lightning swept over the mountains. Everybody slept well that night and waked up in the morning, only to see the wet ground. It must have been such a heavy rain in midnight that a lot of green persimmons with leaves fell to the yard ground. It rained again, however the family still decided to travel against the storm. The world in the rain seemed to play a splendid symphony. The rain got lighter on their way home one day later. On a steep slope, the fog was so thick that nothing could be seen except for the light from the fog lamps of the car.
The rain was always intermittent within one month, one day or even two hours. When going out for a walk with an umbrella at a rainy dusk, you looked up at Cangshan Mountains covered in hazy green. It was bathed in rain as if a crowd of flying insects gathered to flap the transparent wings. You opened the umbrella in a hurry, the shallow water pools rippled smiling dimples one after another under your feet. Then the water fog dispersed, you could fold the umbrella again. Several shower got the little boy’s flowers wet through. The stretched stem of the strawberry withered finally, overlooked for a few days. Imagining alternate rain and sunlight hastened the growth of a mountainfull of mushrooms, one couldn’t help drooling.
After periods of rains, the wind stopped blowing and the waves stopped rolling and foaming, Xi er River fell asleep. It curled round quietly despite loud noise from dense traffics. A long shallow trace on the water looked like a dim faint light shining from deep color china. There was shade of green willow trees, as well as pink or white oleanders along both banks. The boy in his mother’s arms, his mother pointed at the reflection on the river and spoke to him: “There are trees and flowers in the river”. Then they came across a fisherman and his boat. There were several tubs containing small shrimps, fishes and some broken shells of field snails near the boat. It was still quite early, while the bigger fishes had already been sold out. Full of curiosity and not afraid of a wasp whirling about , the boy, hung on to her mother’s hand, squatted down to watch the tubs for a long time. He played with two children of boatmen for a while. The old fisherman caught a leech, and made it stick to his hand and drooped downward. The glutinous leech had brown back and yellow belly as long as the handle of the ladle. When dropped into the basin water and turned over, it showed a white sucking disc like a mouth of a reed to blow. The boy’s grandma said she once caught a leech from a cattle and pound it into pieces with a pestle, only to produce countless leeches. She had to wrap it in gauze and hang it up on a tree to expose in the sun. In the evening, there appeared more fishers by the Xi er River and every lamp projected fantastic images on the surface of the river.
【关键词】雨 大理 端午节 西洱河
【中图分类号】H315.9 【文献标识码】A 【文章编号】1006－9682（2011）09－0079－01
【Abstract】The paper give a description of the rain in Dali.
【Key words】Rain Dali The Dragon Boat Festival Xi er River
Raindrops made various sounds in the early morning. They danced rhythmically and wobbled gently to wake up the world. In no time, the crowds grew up in yards and streets, just like luxuriant vegetation and the umbrellas in their hands were like fallen flowers drifting down the water. The sound of night rain or that in the leisure time was like cradlesong. The joyous raindrops made clear and melodious sound as the clicking of the jewels worn by the dancer. The sad rain cried bitterly as if departing someone for ever. The sorrowful feeling flooded the mountains and plains, and then converged into streams and ravines. Where’s the fountain of the happiness? Where’s the destination of the sadness? Did the music come from heaven? We could still hear the singing of soul curling upwards, which was a talk with god, dynamic, intangible, gentle and lovely. There was the reverberation of the music and the noise on this romantic location. Is there anybody who can pay attention to nothing else but your pure and kindhearted voice? Rain is bright, moreover, the bright rainy day was the baptized baby. Raindrops, a group of little fairies and folks in white gloves, waved the short fluorescence magical club and danced on the pine needles, the oak leaves, on the hair and eyebrows. They naughtily pressed their faces close to the window glass to look inside, only to be cracked into foams unexpectedly. Everything looked like wiped glass, cherries red pearls and tree leaves a string of notes gently plucking pipa. The grass has grown a few inches tall and the grassland sprinkled with dandelion clocks. The sunshine after the rain was like Jesus having gone through purgatory, but marvelously maintained the human purity and brilliant supernatural rays. The drizzle made a soft sound as if rubbing of clothes against each other, a slipping of pencil on a paper, scratching of kitten’s paws.
“It is often rains when the plum turns yellow”. The rain in Dali came in succession when the plums were still green. Raindrops landed on the plum trees and fluttered the leaves. The heavy rain started from the Dragon Boat Festival this year, and before the festival it had been very hot for days. A little boy had taken by the adults to visit relatives during the holidays. As they arrived the relatives’ house on a hill, it cooled down. Farming relative said that he would busy himself with watering the field if it were not to rain any more. “The early rain, beneficial to the crops, moistened the earth silently. Folk songs filled villages and mountains. Ears of new wheat were springing in season. People might sing songs to celebrate a harvest in sight this year.” Rain in season was the expectation of famers. At night, the boy noticed the moon which was like golden paint dropping and spreading on the paper. This was the Lunar Halo. A lightning swept over the mountains. Everybody slept well that night and waked up in the morning, only to see the wet ground. It must have been such a heavy rain in midnight that a lot of green persimmons with leaves fell to the yard ground. It rained again, however the family still decided to travel against the storm. The world in the rain seemed to play a splendid symphony. The rain got lighter on their way home one day later. On a steep slope, the fog was so thick that nothing could be seen except for the light from the fog lamps of the car.
The rain was always intermittent within one month, one day or even two hours. When going out for a walk with an umbrella at a rainy dusk, you looked up at Cangshan Mountains covered in hazy green. It was bathed in rain as if a crowd of flying insects gathered to flap the transparent wings. You opened the umbrella in a hurry, the shallow water pools rippled smiling dimples one after another under your feet. Then the water fog dispersed, you could fold the umbrella again. Several shower got the little boy’s flowers wet through. The stretched stem of the strawberry withered finally, overlooked for a few days. Imagining alternate rain and sunlight hastened the growth of a mountainfull of mushrooms, one couldn’t help drooling.
After periods of rains, the wind stopped blowing and the waves stopped rolling and foaming, Xi er River fell asleep. It curled round quietly despite loud noise from dense traffics. A long shallow trace on the water looked like a dim faint light shining from deep color china. There was shade of green willow trees, as well as pink or white oleanders along both banks. The boy in his mother’s arms, his mother pointed at the reflection on the river and spoke to him: “There are trees and flowers in the river”. Then they came across a fisherman and his boat. There were several tubs containing small shrimps, fishes and some broken shells of field snails near the boat. It was still quite early, while the bigger fishes had already been sold out. Full of curiosity and not afraid of a wasp whirling about , the boy, hung on to her mother’s hand, squatted down to watch the tubs for a long time. He played with two children of boatmen for a while. The old fisherman caught a leech, and made it stick to his hand and drooped downward. The glutinous leech had brown back and yellow belly as long as the handle of the ladle. When dropped into the basin water and turned over, it showed a white sucking disc like a mouth of a reed to blow. The boy’s grandma said she once caught a leech from a cattle and pound it into pieces with a pestle, only to produce countless leeches. She had to wrap it in gauze and hang it up on a tree to expose in the sun. In the evening, there appeared more fishers by the Xi er River and every lamp projected fantastic images on the surface of the river.