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Desert fish running through rain

   Awakened by the dripping rain, it was early morning, my third night in the car. It was not raining much, and it rhythmically hit the roof and windows of the car. I hadn't heard this crisp sound for a long time. In my hometown, I don’t have to go to work in the fields on rainy days. I just lie on the kang and listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the roof. Sometimes it’s hurried, sometimes slow, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse. The mats and the mud-covered roofs blew up the rain and fog. Raindrops also hit plastic sheds, shovels, and tin buckets, making louder noises. They also fell on trees, wheat ears, vegetable leaves, and flowers. The soft plants made the raindrops soft, and the rain and mist drifted across the fields like cooking smoke. , everything is so quiet and peaceful. Now I'm in the car, the roof is a cowhide drum, the raindrops beat violently, and then a stream flows from the roof through the window, the rain is like a flower blooming on the smooth window glass, and through the flowers I see A blurry, deformed world.

  This is a long journey of rain, we meet in October, the sky is covered with dark clouds, the sky is gloomy, the rain falls from the sky and joins hand in hand, weaving into an unbreakable net, I am like a prisoner caught in the car by the rain. Cars galloped on Qinglan Expressway and Beijing-Kunming Expressway, the rain poured endlessly, the car wipers swayed rapidly, like a flag in the wind, and the water on the window glass could not be wiped off. Outside the car, the rain is the vast waters. I am like a fish wandering in the water. My fish from the desert and the Gobi is terrified in this pouring rain. In this thrilling rain, my palms sweat and I feel nervous. He himself became the rain. The car music is soft and soothing, but it can't dispel the panic from the heart. In the dry and desolate Gobi and desert, I hope that the abundant rain will water the boundless Gobi thoroughly, make the grass all over, and the flowers bloom, but now I am so afraid in the rain. rainwater. The speed of 100 yards became very slow, the car behind kept overtaking us, the car in front disappeared for a few seconds, and the flashing rear lights of the car were like torches in the wind and rain at night, gradually being extinguished by the rain, from Looking out of the car window, the red star is distorted and deformed, like the sun hidden in the thick clouds in the oil painting, faintly. The grass and trees on both sides of the expressway were blurry. I could not see the appearance of a single grass, a tree, or a mountain. I just retreated back in patches. The vegetation and mountains were hidden in the dense rain and fog that rose. It seems that in order to avoid something terrible, he always hides in the rain and fog. At this time, there seems to be a flood outbreak. Now I can't see anything except rain and fog. The rain and fog are like waves rippling in the sky. The rain on the windows is like a surging river. It's very scary. The rain that runs too fast makes people dizzy. car jolted in the water like a sailboat. A car was approaching, and the splashing water wall blocked everything in an instant. We seemed to be moving forward in the dark. The strong light of the headlights could not penetrate the wall. The blackness in the dark night is the blackness of despair. Of course, hope is born from blackness. Blackness breeds life. Blackness makes life grow.

  In the heavy rain, there was still a lot of traffic on the highway. Several cars collided, the wheels were thrown far away, and the car body was damaged and could not be moved. The overturned car lay on its back like a beetle, and I saw many parts of the car, black axles, steel frame, fuel tank, engine, red skin, idling wheels like the beetle's hairy legs, waving in the air, flipping The body that couldn't help was calling for help in vain. Someone was standing in the rain making a phone call, waiting for rescue. These flashed before his eyes, hazy, as if from a lifetime. I have had an accident like this myself, when I called and I was in a blind spot, no one came to rescue, no one knew where I was, and losing touch with the world was my deepest fear. It was an afternoon in early winter, the sky was snowing, and we were lured into the Gobi by the long-lost snowflakes. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, our passion is high, we go deep into the hinterland of the Gobi. At dusk, the snow stopped, and on the way back, the car sank into the sand, and the car in the sand grew into the Gobi landscape like a hill. The Gobi where the snow stopped was dead silent, and the wind whistled away the shallow snow on the surface. The Gobi is pale yellow, the white grass is on the ground, and there are few people around. Is it a mirage or a dream that the white snow just now. The Gobi removes the snow curtain, and we cry in the Gobi like sharp and strange basil. The setting sun pierces through the dark clouds as pale and languid as a traveler on a long journey, it is the last ray of light of the day, taken away by the heavy shadows cast by the sky in just a few minutes. We were trapped in the dark night, and loneliness came upon us. We stood in the dark Gobi and called for help. "The number you dialed is not in the service area." The panic attacked the flustered heart instantly, and a thin layer of skin appeared on the lips, like oil floating on the water. This is a vast and vast Gobi desert, and the cold begins to invade the bones.

  Abandoning the car and returning, we tirelessly walked the night road, panicking, walking in the dark, stepping on the gravel step by step, stumbling, climbing over the hills step by step, rolling and crawling, the bushes cut through the skin, and did not know the pain. At this moment, none of us, driven by fear, made a sound. The weather in the Gobi is unpredictable, the moon has risen, and the bright, gauze-like moonlight makes everything in the Gobi looming. With moonlight and stars, we are no longer alone. In the moonlight, we walked out of the Gobi and got in touch with the outside world. Back in the embrace of the world, we hugged our heads and cried for a long time, the tears in our eyes were finally released.

  The rain is still pouring, will the man standing in the rain burst into tears like me?

  The expressway passed by Taiyuan City, I passed by Taiyuan City, and passed by Taiyuan's high-rise buildings, majestic viaducts, and vast railway stations. These shivering and cold things are one with the rain, these enduring illusions of presentation are one with the rain, these hard objects swaying in the water like the moon and the mountains, the grass and the trees, gently wrinkled by the wind, Blown down, blown all over the floor with debris. The city surrounded by the rain stands quietly. In the heavy rain, someone should be crossing the road at a fast speed. The rain flows down the black umbrella surface, and the rain splashes on the leaves and flowers. Water sprinkles the road, rain runs down bright, old shop billboards, from the canopy of street vendors, from bright green smoky vegetables, up the factory's tall smoke-smoothing chimneys Down, it flows down from the wings of the plane, the top of the train car, and the steel pipe of the viaduct. The rain washes everything in the city, and the rain also surrounds people, just like fate surrounds people's life. We were caught in the rain on the highway, and never felt time passing so slowly, like ants or beetles crawling on the sand, with heavy clouds over our heads, our eyes covered by rain and fog, we were enveloped in a kind of gray, how much we longed for the weather to be cooler, Brighter, you can even see the sun, even for a brief moment, but the gray sky, the endless rain traps us on the road, forcing us to move forward. In this vast misty rain, I began to miss the Gobi and the desert, the hot sun, the dry wind, the dark blue sky, the clear air, the cracked vegetation, the barren and vast everything in the Gobi. Especially in summer and autumn, when walking on the Gobi, people's heads are roasted black, and the hot sun is blowing, and the bright weather of snow-capped mountains can be seen clearly from hundreds of kilometers away.

  On the mobile phone, CCTV news popped up a message: From the night of October 2, it has been raining heavily in Shanxi, and most areas in Taiyuan, Yangquan, Linfen, Changzhi, Luliang, and Jinzhong have set a cumulative rainfall record in early October. The rainfall caused a partial collapse of an inner wall of the ancient city of Pingyao. Shanxi issued an orange warning of geological disaster meteorological risk.


  I walked in in the evening before the inner wall of the ancient city collapsed. The sky was gray, the rain was pattering, and countless footprints passed by on the ancient blue stripes. The ancient blue brick city wall recorded the appearance of every rain. This ancient city was built in the period of King Xuan of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the streets, pavements, and market buildings retain the shape of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The people in the rain and the brightly lit streets are like walking into the Bianliang in "Tokyo Dream Hualu", criss-crossing and staggering. The orderly streets make people dizzy and a little ignorant, but shopping with Meng Yuanlao makes people look very carefully and clearly. Enter Gongjimen and take a battery car to see the brightly lit shops, the old Pingyao restaurant, the Zhao family noodle restaurant, the embroidered shoes, the husband's vinegar shop, the Haixiangyuan knife-cut noodles, this is a coffee shop, a lacquer art family, Longdingsheng Inn, Utopia Bar, Madeleine popsicles and other facades are old-fashioned and luxurious. Madeleer popsicles are known in the spy war drama. They are sold on the streets of Harbin. It takes courage to eat popsicles in that icy and snowy place. The old Pingyao restaurant can make 108 dishes. When you take a seat at the table, there will be people running the hall immediately, handing you a towel to clean the tableware and a menu, and asking what you want. Guests from all over the world are very willful. They are picky when ordering. Some people want hot dishes, some people want cold dishes, some people want warm dishes, some people want fat meat, some people want lean meat. In short, no two customers want the same thing. It's not easy to serve, but everyone in the hall remembered it clearly, and then reported it to the chef one by one. After a while, a few bowls or a dozen bowls of meals were distributed to the guests one by one on a platter, and there was no mistake. Guests usually eat oil-splashed noodles, old tofu, dumplings, chopped lamb, bean curd and wheat vegetables, Pingyao beef, Pingyao bowls, fried cat ears, etc. The prices are still very expensive. The first time I saw a dazzling array of lacquerware, I was so amazed that I shivered. All kinds of jewelry boxes and handicrafts exuded red, black, purple, blue, and reddish brown luster, dark, deep, and silent, like coming from a deep mountain The spring water is cold and clear, and the gurgling sound of ding-dong flows all over my body. I dare not touch it, for fear that these hands, which are stained with dust, wind and rain, hand oil, dandruff, vegetable juice, and the scent of ink, will damage the delicate lacquerware and leave my mark. Such clean things come from nature, and Baidu describes it this way: "Natural lacquer, also known as lacquer, is a liquid secreted from a deciduous tree with pinnately compound leaves, that is, sumac. It is creamy gray and touches When it reaches the air, it will oxidize, gradually turn black and harden. It has the characteristics of anti-corrosion, acid resistance, alkali resistance, boiling water resistance, insulation, etc. It is harmless to the human body. The painted lacquer, after sanding and brushing, has a pleasing luster. All kinds of exquisite and beautiful lacquer works can be made by means of rebirth and painting. "Lacquerware also has various crafts such as drawing gold, filling lacquer, snail tin, stacking lacquer, carving lacquer, spot lacquer, etc. I especially like the craft of stacking red. , the lacquer artisan with gray hair and fine sweat dripping from the forehead, piled various petals on the lacquer surface, and then pressed the red lacquer one by one, the petals will bloom on the lacquer surface forever, peony, plum blossom, lotus flower Open in the light, open in people's lives, and add color to the mediocre world. Next to the lacquer shop is the Pojia Vinegar Square, a few small and medium black glazed jars, and the colorful bottles filled with vinegar on the shelves are solemn They will flow through countless throats like a stream, and the strong vinegar smell will wake up the sleeping palate and make the tongue feel refreshed. Suddenly, I remember the scene of my mother making and straining vinegar, lying on the dustpan for a while. The body mixed with bran, the hands that go and pull the wheat, the hair on the forehead and the sweat flowing into the neck, and the huge wicker dustpan. It is the mother's vinegar that adjusts our meals and days. For the vinegar brewing technique "Qimin Yaoshu", the method of brewing large vinegar: brewing with water on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. The general ratio is: one bucket of wheat koji, do not winnow; three buckets of water; Three buckets of corn cooked rice is about to be cold. With the size of the urn, increase by this ratio, limited to the full urn. Put the wheat koji first, then water, and then rice, just like this, don't stir. Cover the mouth of the urn with cotton wool, and put an unsheathed knife on the urn. Seven days later, early in the morning, pour into a bowl of freshly drawn well flower water. Twenty-one days later, in the early morning, I poured another bowl of well flower water, and it was cooked. Often put a gourd scoop in the urn for scooping vinegar: If you use a wet or salty vessel to scoop the vinegar, the taste of the vinegar will go bad. The methods of brewing large vinegar include the brewing method of rice vinegar and the brewing method of corn and koji. Shanxi's mature vinegar uses a special vinegar pulp (made by mixing corn, sorghum, and vinegar koji) as vinegar mother and is put into production. . This ancient and modern craft is inseparable from us, and our days are inseparable from this rich and sour taste. In the Utopia Bar diagonally opposite the Vinegar Square, the neon lights dominated by blue made me hallucinate. The hollowed-out Xiaoxuan windows were half-open, and colorful flowers were dotted in them. The vine-like green grass covered the Xuan windows and the patterned wooden doors. , wooden pillars and lintels, melodious singing and heavy metal rock music can be heard from the small windows. The words on the billboard are particularly tempting and degenerate, "Life is more than just living in front of you, there are fields of music and beer." Standing in the drizzle, in the crowd, and on the ancient street, I can't help but roll in my heart, and I can't help but want to write a poem for the ancient city:
  You didn't die in the wind and rain, and you
  ca n't imagine your original appearance.
  Are you born in a happy age like me,
  turning the world's fireworks into an altar,
  everything here is illusory,
  ideal , life, and emotion.
  I am a stubborn person, the
  only truth is Surrender
  On rainy nights , the boiling ancient city is like a surging river, and the continuous passion accelerates its flow, and the turbulent rain makes it swell, brilliant, dreamy, and glowing everywhere. I remembered that in the Hexi Corridor of Gansu, many abandoned ancient cities I walked through, surrounded by a city that was desolate and decayed, and once surrounded by prosperity and dreams like the ancient city of Pingyao.
  It was night when we arrived at our destination in Tianjin, the rain was still heavy, the rain in the headlights was torn into lines, the wet crowd, the huge wet shadows flowed endlessly, these are some young shadows, silent, walking, walking, walking to the headlights The end of the tree disappeared, and a new wave of shadows reappeared, and I sat in the car like a withered and blackened root, blowing like a storm of anxiety inside me.
  I waded in the water to find the hotel, the wind was passing through the dense buildings, the rain poured in the dense buildings, and the shadowy figures swayed in the dense buildings, and I had a deep sense of wandering. The time when I wandered in the Hexi Corridor more than ten years ago appeared in front of my eyes, and the scene of moving in a dark night appeared in my mind. That night, like a rain-drenched blanket covering my body, I disappeared into the night, and I was cut off from the world, and there was a strong sadness of being alone in the world. Now I am in the dark and rainy nights again, and this kind of sadness arises from the bottom of my heart again, but I am no longer a wanderer, I am here to look at the sea, the sea that holds up the sun, the sea that holds up the dreams of voyagers, and the grazing White clouds, expeditions to the end of the world sea, watching Hemingway's sea and sea with big whales, but the sea is already a yellow warning of heavy rain, I can't face such turbulence, I admit my cowardice.


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