Wang Ziwei Zeng Qi reads online.

I miss the rain in Kunming.

I didn't know there was a rainy season. The "rainy season" didn't have a concrete feeling until I arrived in Kunming.

The rainy season in Kunming is bright, full and emotional. Trees and grass turn green again in spring, and summer dreams have long vegetation. The rainy season in Kunming is thick green. The water in the branches and leaves of plants and trees is saturated, showing excessive exaggeration.

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There is a small street and a small hotel near the lotus pond. We went in and asked for a plate of pig's head meat and half a catty of wine (in a glazed pottery cup) and sat down. It's raining hard. There are several chickens in the hotel, all with their heads behind their wings and one foot on the ground, standing motionless under the eaves. There is a big Muxiang flower in the hotel yard. There are many fragrant flowers in Kunming. Some rivers are surrounded by woody plants. But it is rare to see such a big wooden root. A woody tree climbed on the shelf and covered the yard tightly. The dense and finely divided green leaves, countless half-opened white flowers and full flower bones are all soaked by the rain. We can't leave, so we sit in the afternoon. Forty years later, I still can't forget the feeling of that day and wrote a poem:

There are few laymen in the lotus pond.

The moss mark of the wild shop is one inch deep.

A cloudy glass of wine is in the afternoon,

Muxianghua is wet and rainy.

I miss the rain in Kunming.

-Wang Zengqi's Rain in Kunming

1939, 19-year-old Wang Zengqi came to Kunming, the rear area of the Anti-Japanese War, from his hometown of Gaoyou, Jiangsu Province, via Shanghai, Hong Kong and Vietnam, and was admitted to the National The National SouthWest Associated University. He studied and lived in Kunming for seven years. He was deeply and cordially impressed by the beautiful scenery, people's livelihood and delicious food of this city. In his works, his attachment and cherish to the city are revealed everywhere. Today, the national defense online "reading" column takes you into Kunming written by Wang Zengqi and feels the charm and fragrance of the old times together.

▼ Landscape scenery

"From the hustle and bustle of downtown and the rigid and boring organs, I came in a hurry and immediately felt relaxed when I entered the Cuihu Lake; The weight of life, daily necessities, grievances and troubles will be diluted. People unconsciously slow down, and they can even stop, sit on the stone bench by the roadside, smoke a cigarette and look around. " In Wang Zengqi's eyes, "Kunming can't be called Kunming without Cuihu".

▼ Market sentiment

"Lin Wen Street, all year round, from morning till night, there are all kinds of cries. Residents on the street, such as shopkeepers, adults and children, college students, middle school students, primary school students, pastors in small churches, and these vendors themselves, are all familiar with ... "The vendor selling Huafengdan, the old man selling flea medicine, the Miao girl selling Yangmei and Yumai Baba, the old man buying pepper cakes, the old lady buying cakes for her little grandson, all beings are on paper.

▼ Delicious and delicious

"Rice market, food market, meat market. Wooden bag, charcoal bag. Horse manure. Thick and thin porcelain bowl, casserole iron pot, braised chicken rice noodles, bait block. Money sliced legs, beef jerky. Cooking smoke, the suffocating smell of fried peppers. Red, yellow, blue, white and black, sweet, sour, bitter and salty. " Between the lines, Wang Zengqi is obsessed with fireworks.

Wang Zengqi studied in Kunming for seven years, which coincided with the turbulent times, but in his works, we can see a rare open-mindedness. It is Wang Zengqi's choice and Kunming's urban attitude to insist on finding fun in the dull and looking for light in the dark.