Zeya

It was a light Season. My friend called and said, “find a corner to filter our mood, so we walked into Zeya. I am grateful to God for giving life the texture of spring and white snow, and I still yearn for loneliness and tranquility in the noisy and contentious world. Although the world of mortals cannot be seen or escaped, the lofty one is hard to get rid of the vulgar, while the lofty one is, but in the depth of my heart, I will stubbornly collect the essential self that I will never abandon. No matter how noisy the world is, I still insist on finding a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to let my soul rest; No matter whether life is wonderful or helpless, I still leave myself a piece of blue sky and grass to let my mood pour out and fly. It was already noon, and the mountain wind had blown the heat of the sun. The green bamboo was brewing the mood of early autumn. Walking up along the mountain road, it was about to reach the end of the mountain, and the white pollution gradually disappeared from sight, my mood gradually became clear. We walked into the house of a mountaineer, which was a two-story house with a back to the Green Mountain and facing the mountain road. A small grocery store was opened in the front room. The owner of this House was a young sister-in-law, who looked simple and thrifty. The house was tidy and tidy. The farm tools that had not been seen for a long time were arranged neatly against the wall, and the front and back doors were open, mountain breeze can enter and exit freely from the house. Sister-in-law warmly invited us upstairs, while quickly tied up the apron to prepare for cooking. The windows on the upstairs were very open without iron windows covering them freely and freely. There were several plates of elegant orchids on the windowsill. Looking out from the window, the light is very good and the sight is very good. The sun is very straight down and comes in through the window. On the other side of the mountain road is a dense bamboo forest, and a stream passes around the bamboo forest, the sound of the stream was so thin that it could only be listened attentively, which seemed to be common for people living in the mountains for a long time, but what kind of joy and touch is it for those of us who live in the reinforced concrete cage! We are used to shuttling back and forth in the forest of high buildings and buildings, tangling in the stream of people, cars and rivers, and flooding the pure life of human beings. However, the pure self in life, I always look forward to living in the mountain village near the mountain and water, sleeping and waking up in the four seasons with the fragrance of books. Therefore, for me, sunshine is very luxury, green mountains are very luxury, streams are very luxury, green bamboos are even more haunting me. Sister-in-law served several home-cooked dishes in the mountains, a bowl of simple and flexible fried powder, which was mixed with several pieces of balls and shredded meat, and her appetite was suddenly hung up. Seeing that we had a good meal, my sister-in-law thought there should be wine, so she smiled and said: Do you want beer? We stopped the chopsticks and said with one voice: Is there any white wine brewed by your family? The eldest sister-in-law stared blankly, smiled, turned around and went downstairs. After a while, I served a plate of yellow and tender fried bamboo shoots, a plate of fried bean curd, and a bowl of stewed pheasant. She put wine glasses for us, poured white wine, stood beside us, rubbed her apron with her hands, and looked at us intently, as if she was enjoying our eating appearance and verifying her cooking skills, the soft lines on sister-in-law’s face were perfectly blooming in her smile at this time. A kind of warmth and softness filled the whole room, soaking her body and mind. As the saying goes, the scenery is pleasant and the scene integrates. My friend took a look and even said good wine, good wine, I said, not good wine is a good scene. What matters most about wine is the wine environment. Wine is like tea and cannot be drunk. It needs products and tastes. Some people say that you can drink a few glasses no matter how much you drink, which is the wine state of drinkers and drunkards. What is wine environment? The first is the artistic conception of wine tasting. The Ancients talked the most about artistic conception in wine tasting, leaving many quatrains for thousands of reasons to the descendants because of separation, sadness and other intentions. But I always felt that Li Bai’s sorrow of selling wine was even more sad and frustrated. There was a pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without blind date, and he raised a glass to invite Mingyue, which was too lonely and lonely for the three people; wang Wei’s advice to you to drink a cup of wine, and it was too deep for you to leave Yangguan in the West. Yan Shu’s new words and a glass of wine made the old pavilion too helpless last year; where did Liu Yong wake up from the wine tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the moon were too bleak; And Li Qingzhao’s three cups and two light wines, how could he defeat him when Xiao Lai was in a hurry and Dong Li took the wine after dusk, it is always sad and desolate with dark fragrance and sleeves. How can a word of sorrow come true. Maybe I didn’t have so many sorrows of leaving and don’t hate the ancients, maybe the world of mortals made me unable to be deep, so I like two or three knits and talk face to face, which can make the world a mess, we can satirize the world, invite Tao Yuanming to the table, let Kafka go away (because Kafka is too gloomy and sad), talk and laugh freely, without scruple, slowly consider, carefully aftertaste, the wine does not make people drunk. In this way, the meaning is harmonious and the wine is strong. The second is the atmosphere of wine tasting. What I hated most in my life was to talk about things by wine, intercede by wine and make people crazy by wine. Therefore, I felt that the wine that invited guests to thank them was too vulgar, the wine that was polite to others was too annoying, and the wine that flattered and. Such kind of wine is actually the most bitter and tiring place and the bustling crowd. When will the sky come? Today, I stopped the cup and asked the only wish to be a song to wine. The moonlight shines in the golden bottle. Can people in this world have Li Bai’s wine fairy so lonely, high-dust, elegant and romantic? What is relaxed and happy? What is leisurely and carefree mood? Set a small table, three or two friends, four or five wine and vegetables, a small bottle of dried white, drink a cup, under the moonlight, in the breeze, watch the tide rising and falling by the sea, listen to the birds in the forest to make a nest; In autumn, in, in the attic of the Mountaineers in Zeya, listening to the stream flowing through, the bamboo forest rustling; This mood, this state, can you enjoy yourself? Thirdly, it is the object of wine tasting. Often say, huabutouji half sentence multi-, wine meet know already qian bei shao. If you don’t agree with each other, there will be no wine, let alone the smell of wine. How to drink it? Only friends who know their friends can talk happily and drink wine together. My friend was already drunk, and I was sober all the time. At this time, the wine environment was very good and the wine was not drunk. From ancient times to present, from middle to outside, she said Du shuniang was too stupid. Why did she commit suicide by jumping into the river? With so much money, why not make yourself live more natural and unrestrained? Pushkin was great, and the root cause of his tragedy was so simple that he chose to fight for love and dignity and died. San Mao died too clear and confused. He traveled all over the mountains and rivers in the southeast and northwest. Did he see too clearly and think too thoroughly? Or ever more fuzzy grew more and more confused? Did the world abandon her or did she abandon the world? The helplessness and hardship that the ancients and celebrities couldn’t explain clearly, among which, the reason and the taste of each person could not be explained by our generation of ordinary people in this world? The mountain wind rose, the bamboo forest was rustling, and the wine was hazy. Laughter drifted out of the window and blurred in the Valley of Zeya. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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