Dali Elements

Author: Wang Guiming
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: What is Wang Guiming? His writing is grand, and so is his talent. — Colorful Community · Pure Beauty Area Moderator, Qingyuan Dali is good, Wang Guiming's words just make us look left and right at every step in Dali. — Friendship Network Forum · Ethereal Mountains and Waters Area Moderator YY Wang Guiming loves Dali sincerely and attentively. Reading "Dali Elements," one can feel the passion and a certain lingering tenderness contained in the writing, as if in imagination, Wang Guiming is a very sexy person. — "Fashion" Magazine · Tian Fei Enchanting Wind Dali has three treasures: wind blows the courtyard and sweeps the ground, stone walls are built and never fall, young men jump over the wall at midnight, and dogs don't bite. Among these treasures, one refers to one of the four famous scenic spots of Dali's wind, flowers, snow, and moon: wind. It means that on windy days, the heavens will show mercy, sending a refreshing breeze through the courtyard walls, floating and swirling, clearing the dust, so everyone doesn't need to sweep the courtyard by hand, just sit back and enjoy it. It sounds like the heavens gave the people of Dali a free lunch. Is it really that cheap? Dali has a wind season, every winter and spring. The new city of Xiguan, tens of kilometers away, has another name, called "Wind City." The wind in Xiguan is so strong that it has a special name: Xiguan Wind. During the wind season, walking on the streets of the new city, all the pedestrians are flying hats and clothes, staggering along. The wind in Xiguan never rests, day or night, all year round. The wind is even, long-lasting and powerful, which can be annoying for those who are not used to it. In the ancient city, the wind season is basically just a short period at the end of winter and in spring, and it only blows in the evening and at night. However, when the fierce wind rises, it comes suddenly, flying sand and stones, swirling and turning, blocking the clouds and covering the mouths, as if Zhu Bajie arrived at the High Elder's house on an evil cloud — evil wind! One year, a fierce wind snatched the sign from the entrance of a shop and sent it flying thirty meters along the street, while breaking the shins of two sisters walking side by side. I once wrote a passage in my diary about a windy winter night. "Last night was windy, and I couldn't sleep all night. The fierce wind roared through the sky, surging and roaring. The doors and windows were creaking and groaning, and the walls and floors seemed to be shaking. On the streets below, various bottles and boxes were rolling and bouncing. Sometimes, 'thump,' a loud noise, the door of the neighbor's house was kicked open by the wind, or a dull sound came from below, someone's balcony flowerpot wasn't placed properly and was violently torn down. The wind outside the window swirled and rushed, rising and colliding. My small wooden room with a tiled roof seemed to become a small boat tossed in a river, with turbulent currents roaring and giant waves overwhelming, the feeling of being about to be submerged was always imminent. There were also those brief moments when I felt dizzy, as if the sky outside the window might be an ancient battlefield, where a fierce battle was raging, with drums and gongs thundering and warhorses neighing. Of course, there were also those occasional moments when the fierce wind passed, leaving behind a gentle, sorrowful lament like a woman. I didn't sleep well all night." P64-65