Is often shrouded Jiangnan early spring rain, when cloudy, when the rain, the sun must attack first exposed a smile. This does not, in February at the end rain falls on Ready to meet in March to come. Entrained cold rain sprinkled all over the earth, awaken hibernating animals, catalytic vegetation update. Things Jingzhe.
They can also Tachun a donkey.
This season of travel required in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang have to bring good rain gear. Friends of the weekend and go to Tongli Water Village on the 2nd, that is, head light rain the sun see a visitor.
Memory in March, I went to a small swim three times, Zhejiang. Different places, all accompanied by the same rain, and overcast by the rain.
The first is to salt the Nanbei Hu. To go on the eve of the gathering in the old school house. Days dawn, four had been awakened by heavy rain outside the window, depressed the listening rain Para.
Students probe father knocked on the door asked: "This rain, you still go?"
"Said to go, off the railways are going." Outcome of the discussion.
So we take the heavy rains start to reach their destination, has become a drizzle, and even the umbrella would not have had stays.
Second tour Xishi Zhuji. Train Leaves, a light rain greeted us on the Gezhechechuang.
You Wuxie way, when accompanied by light rain. The local people call falls for the leaks, that is, a hill five fall Wuxie waterfall. Surge in the rain for several days so that water potential, waterfalls highlight momentum. The trip down along the streams, the water rumbling sound, was shouting cries of the people can only hear clearly the voice to speak.
Few tourists in the evening only three live-in forest hills, is us.
Early in the morning the rain had stopped. Breeze blowing, the mountainside green bamboo swaying, delicate dripping.
Later, the students said that I wore a poncho finger stream photos, feeling as in the flood scene.
On another occasion, Wenzhou Nan River, Yandang line. Overnight train arrival, and went to the station store to buy an umbrella. Intermittent rain.
Walking in the nine riverbank Shimentai the track, when the air blackbird Ming, spring jian shui murmur. Passing up a small reservoirs, and the quiet lake, stopped at the water's edge a blackfish fixed. The first taste of the color of water can be as black as ink. Friends see fear, suspicion lake hidden wizard.
Early morning arrival of rafts terminals, the conductor called the boatman from the home. Only the Nanxi on a bamboo raft floating, bamboo raft on the donkey sat two good mood. Light rain falling, Toyama misty, with wild ducks flying over the bridge from the front. I am carrying an umbrella can not help but shiver.
Hurriedly rushed to the Wild Goose, I finally saw the really big ryongchu. The first two came back is mid-summer, mountains are smoking hot, they not talk a waterfall. The front of the big ryongchu, water from the nearly 190-meter cliff Fei Liu Mashimo, it seems Bailong surging, unpredictable, is worthy of the name waterfall in China. The next day clear up, some sunshine after the rain and humid. We walked along the road to the side hole. Far and near mountain green moisture, the air exceptionally clean. The square hole of the iron chain bridge between the cliff, friends, mischief to jumping and swinging, I firmly grasp Tieso cried out: "I have a fear of heights!"
Time in the past has been for years, but fresh in my memory.
If you like the rain, walking south, and now is the time.
Written in 2002/3/2
Author: amei61
