When I first read Mango Rain, I was as at a loss as the author. I really thought that a lot of mangoes would suddenly fall from the sky, just like rain. After reading Jia Zhihong's essay Mango Rain, I understand that the mango rain in Jia Zhihong's article is a lingering, moist and gentle rain in West Africa on Lunar New Year's Eve. The rain danced like a graceful woman, with a faint rhythm of resentment.

A large number of mango trees are planted in Africa, which has a great impact on people's lives. In a sense, mango tree has become a symbol of Africa, just like desert and cocoa. This tall tree has many branches. The branches in Ye Sheng are very thick. It looks like a crown and is full of shade. In the hot sun, a big mango tree can form a shade of tens of square meters, which provides a place and possibility for people to enjoy the cool and get together. In the city, dozens of mango trees will form a small market for tourists to rest, shop and eat. In the countryside, a small village will be formed under dozens of mango trees. One or several simple houses with mud walls and grass roofs will be built under the trees, and there will be enough flat land in front of the houses for people to rest or work.

There seems to be a tacit understanding between the special meteorological conditions in Africa and the growth of mango trees. Mango trees blossom and bear fruit before the rainy season every year and mature before the end of the dry season. The rain that provides water for the growth of all things in the middle of the dry season is called "mango rain", which generally lasts about 10 day and rains once or twice a day. When it rains, it starts at night and stops at dawn the next day. "Mango rain" is not big, and generally it will not drop to the level of cross-flow of water. When the vegetation is fully irrigated, the rain will stop and the land in Africa will return to the dry season until the new rainy season comes again more than two months later. Mango rain is a regular behavior formed during the evolution of nature in Africa. It can be said that it is a timely rain that saves everything, and it can also be said that it is a long drought.

This "mango rain" happened in a small African town just happened to fall on New Year's Eve, a traditional festival in China. For China people, New Year's Eve is very important. The South will make rice cakes, the North will make jiaozi, and the whole family will get together for a reunion dinner. According to the old custom, the fish on the table can't be moved, because it means that there is more than one year, which symbolizes wealth and luck in the coming year. Has become a cultural symbol, untouchable. After the reunion dinner, the elders should give the younger generation lucky money, and then paste Spring Festival couplets and door gods to close the door. The whole family stayed up until the early hours of the morning and could not open the door to see the god of wealth until the first morning.

Nowadays, for the author in a foreign country, there is no reunion dinner, no fish that can't move, no Spring Festival couplets and door gods, and some are the long-awaited and sudden "mango rain", which makes the author's thoughts return to a small town in the southwest, perhaps on New Year's Eve of a certain year, but also intermittent and affectionate rain, and this "mango rain"

Through Mango Rain, the author skillfully draws our attention to the southwest border of China, a quiet mountain town, and at the same time leads to an unavoidable social problem. The wave of industrial civilization and information society has a great influence and inevitably changes people's lives. This quiet town is far from the bustling and noisy metropolis. The younger generation is bound by modern social life, and even the traditional festival New Year's Eve has not come back. In a quiet town, it seems that there are only old people walking around and children running in the streets and alleys of bluestone slabs. This strong contrast makes the author feel the vicissitudes and desolation of the world with us.

When the author came to this town alone, he originally wanted to tell us the most beautiful story of a person's youth, but as the author wandered around the town for two days, especially when she swam along the green river, at the end of more than 20 days of wandering, the protagonist of that story and the story that happened in the town ended tragically in the spring sunshine, just like a dream.

Through the author's brush strokes, we can see that there are still some remnants of agricultural civilization in Mori Dish, a small town in the southwest mountainous area. For example, old houses built on the mountain, mottled walls, worn white walls and tiles under the eaves, streets paved with bluestone, narrow alleys, gentle rivers, gates full of weeds and moss in front of them. These landscapes and scenes appeared on New Year's Eve, a traditional festival in China, which seemed so discordant and out of step. Although the quiet town hangs there like a beautiful ink painting in the author's pen, our sadness is a little hazy, lonely, timid and painful. From the author's narrative, our emotions are suppressed to the extreme, which shows us some kind of conflict. The original pure original ecological land was cut and torn. This kind of pain seems to be borne by the old people and children in the town, and perhaps it is this kind of pain that aggravates the author's deep sadness.

When we follow the author to soothe our inner sadness, we go out of the southwest town, return to reality from fantasy, enter the country of West Africa again, and enter the town full of mango flowers.

With the rapid development of domestic economy and society, the demand for energy and minerals in all walks of life is increasing. The implementation of the "going out" strategy of energy and mineral resources development has enabled the author to follow her team into this ancient and rich land in Africa, where there are not only endless deserts, but also continuous droughts. Surprisingly, this arid land is especially suitable for the growth of mango trees. In this place rich in rare minerals such as gold and diamonds, illegal armed and tribal armed smuggling activities are rampant, and the people are poor and backward. The hot and dry monsoon, the dust all over the sky, and the scorching sun as poisonous as fire can not affect the opening of mango flowers. They are energetic, rude, full, enthusiastic and arrogant. With these tense words, the author almost exaggerates the opening of mango flowers in West African countries.

As a typical northern man, I have never smelled the fragrance of mango flowers. In my opinion, mango flowers may be the best sustenance for all the emotions of the author at this moment. The fragrance of mango flowers made her feel extremely cordial and nostalgic, and even felt inexplicable panic because she could not maintain the lasting fragrance of flowers. When the fragrance of mango flowers that she once gave her enthusiasm is unknown, it will also bring her a moment of loss and sadness.

As night falls and the sun sets, in the afterglow of the sunset, the author brings us into a warm family atmosphere, allowing us to enjoy a gluttonous feast with her. In foreign countries, red lanterns play up the festive atmosphere of family reunion. With the earth-shattering "mango rain", under the gaze of black people, family members will eat jiaozi when they get together. In the endless rain, the author let us smell the fragrance of steamed bread in our hometown, which is the kind of flour ground from new wheat, steamed by my mother herself, and the moment when the steamer was opened. Perhaps it is because of my mother's taste that eating a simple diet is also a kind of happiness on the special day of New Year's Eve, just like the thin corn paste, black tartary buckwheat cake and hot steamed sweet potato I ate when I was a child. At this moment, in a remote town in Africa, all the happiness comes from a long-awaited "mango rain", although the "mango rain" did not come violently enough and did not last as long as expected. However, this is enough. We can really feel that there is no sadness, disappointment and longing in the author's heart. Some are happy, happy, beautiful spring and brilliant fragrance.