Some people say that Lijiang is "a small bridge between everyone and everyone" and Dali is "an affair", which is true. But the flowers in Shangguan only bloom in spring, the snow in Cangshan only exists in winter, and the moon in Erhai Lake is full on the 15th. Only the wind in Shimonoseki can "supply" indefinitely. In Xiaguan Town, Dali Prefecture, the wind never stops all year round, so it is called the "windy city". Dali town where we live is a little better. Only winter and spring are windy seasons.
The wind in Dali is different from the typhoon along the coast. The formation and path of typhoon can be traced. Although powerful, it is a natural phenomenon that can be thoroughly studied. The wind in Dali is completely unruly and unreasonable, which is simply an unreasonable supernatural phenomenon. Sometimes it comes from the south. When you curl up, it comes from the west. You can't turn around and avoid it. It comes from the north. If you meet him in the middle of nowhere, you have to stand still and let him be in cahoots with you. He will pull your hair like a hen's nest, lift your skirt and measure it, twist it back and forth, and even a dignified person will be teased by him. In Dali, no one will say that it is windy today or windy today. In short, it's windy today.
When you first see the wind in Dali, you will feel that it is like a grumpy war criminal, who will be punished every day if he is unhappy. I once saw it roll up wood and hit the window of someone else's shop. It knocked their motorcycle to the ground with one foot. Sometimes when you walk on the road, it sees that you are unhappy, and it slaps you when it scrapes the leaves on the ground. The 8 mm thick glass door of our friend's inn was blown off, and I have seen cats rolling and crawling on the roof. The door of the place where we used to live was uphill, and there was a big car at the door, which had to weigh 200 Jin anyway. One morning, I got up and saw the car climb the slope by itself.
In Dali, everyone is a "listener" and has developed the ability to listen to the wind. As soon as we heard the wind blowing in the distance, everyone jumped up, closed the window, picked guys, picked kids and tied the dog. As soon as the wind blew to the door, everyone called friends, gathered at the door with their wives and belts, and "looked at God" through the glass. A gust of wind passed, and everyone spit out the soil in their mouths as if they had just climbed out of the bomb shelter, lifted the leaves floating from nowhere on their heads, and laughed and hung up the things to see if anyone had "bad news." Sometimes, the wind doesn't stop all day, so all the shops on the street without glass doors are closed, and a sign is hung at the door: the wind is too strong, please knock when you buy something. The newcomer knocked at the door and entered the room. When the host and guest met, they held hands and looked at each other in silence. They are all "dusty and cold."
The scientific explanation of why the wind in Dali is so strong is due to the special terrain of Dali Bazi, but there are many magical legends among the people, the most widely known of which is the story of "Wang Fuyun". Legend has it that a Nanzhao princess fell in love with a hunter, and two lovers were beaten with sticks. The hunter died at the bottom of Erhai Lake and became a snail. The princess also died of grief and turned into a cloud on the Cangshan Mountain. When she missed her lover, a strong wind blew Erhai Lake to meet the hunter. Qiong Yao went to Dali that year. After hearing this story, she went back and wrote Wang Fu Cliff.
This story has now been adapted into a dance drama, directed by Chen Kaige, which is staged every day in the North Reservoir Theater of Gucheng. The interlude of the ballet is Liu Huan's "Leaving this World". The voice of the theater is very domineering, and Uncle Liu Huan's singing skills are also very high. At 8: 00 or 9: 00 every night, singing is like a storm passing through the streets and over the city walls, sending the sadness of not being together to everyone's ears. No matter when people are eating or heating, as long as they hear Liu Huan's singing, they will know that the hunter has sunk into the sea and the princess will die of madness. Dali has since become a windy city.
This story has been sung for thousands of years because "Wang Fuyun" is true. Whenever a human-shaped long and narrow cloud floats on the peak of Cangshan Jade Bureau in the evening, there will be a storm that night. This storm seems to be raging in the streets with thousands of years of resentment. Without saying anything, it knocked down every family's yard and rummaged through the boxes to see the traces of lovers. People can't do anything about her rampage, let her run wild and hover. Sometimes she seems to vent her anger because she can't find a lover. The earth shakes and the house shakes. Sometimes she seems to be disappointed, crying and wronged. Sometimes, she is busy playing and chasing with herself, just like when she was playing with her lover in a previous life, one ran and hid in front and the other chased and shouted until she was exhausted.
She not only "bullied" the trees on the ground, but also cleaned up the clouds in the sky. There is often a white fat cloud flying, twisting and rolling comfortably in the air. When she sees anger, she will cut a knife in the middle like a meat sandwich. Sometimes Baiyun tries to create a very special hairstyle. Maybe she is preparing to take a selfie. She gasped and slapped her face, and the clouds were black and blue, and she couldn't be beautiful anymore.
There are many stories about "Princess". A friend's inn hired a worker, a young man from Zhaotong Mountain. One day, he was going to take a vacation and go back on a blind date. He went to the town to buy clothes first, and gritted his teeth to buy a shirt of more than 200 yuan. This is the most expensive dress that the little boy bought in his life. He is so clean that he dare not take it to the roof to dry. He thought back and forth, hung it on the railing of the stairs, thinking that even if it was blown off, it would still be in this corridor. Unexpectedly, when I got up for a nap, my shirt suddenly disappeared. I searched every alley in Fiona Fang for 200 meters, but there was still no trace. As the departure is just around the corner, he has no extra money and time to go to town to buy a new shirt. I wonder if the young man has ever cried secretly. This is the saddest story that happened in the windy season in Dali.