Rhyme Book whim

East and West are roads, North and South are streets. In the center of the city, I feel the breadth of the world; I can reach the sky at the top and touch the ground at the bottom. At the top of the city, I dislike the small size of the world; the water comes from the water, and the Lotus comes from the water. In the quietest time of the city, I appreciate the lightness of Tao Weng; Sitting against the window, holding a roll and thinking, in the farthest place of the city, I realize the beauty of leisure and elegance. A cup of green tea, a bamboo chair, a roll of story, a river that has been accumulated for thousands of years in a dynasty, I gently waded through it and dared not to hit a little water, afraid of disturbing the ink melting in the water suddenly churning, without pen and paper, then it is another piece of text that has been passed down through the ages. The sunshine in the afternoon comes quietly and sprinkles on my lonely pages. The perfect change of light and shadow is like a pair of eyes witnessing history in the deep pupil, vaguely flashing, who whispered in the past? Talking about the growth of a civilization, I lost myself in words. I couldn’t find an exit, let alone an exit. It doesn’t matter who came from the beat of reality and dream? Singing the faded story of time I wandered between the tones, forgetting that time also passed through the space. What is the meaning that the present and the past time buried the city and rotted the skin, no one can do anything about the quiet ink of the yellowed paper, which silently reveals the glory of the past and also the treasure of today and the brilliance of tomorrow. Who is dancing lightly and quietly approaching? Even though Yuyang came with a drum, she couldn’t be shocked by the graceful dance of the woman who had danced for thousands of years. The memory fell in front of the window, and I didn’t care about it. The breeze blowing from ancient times shook my silent wind chimes, the moon of Qin Shiming and the moon of Han pass. The moon was still hanging high but I didn’t know how many vicissitudes had invaded this land and thought about it, there will be a woman standing on the blue brick under my feet waiting for her lover, and there will be a beauty that has died in the soil under my feet to keep the breeze blowing from my lover in ancient times, the faint fragrance brought by those women caressed the flowers in front of the window, so the flowers became fragrant. When the flowers were drunk, the people who planted flowers laughed if the flowers liked the people who planted flowers, the flowers are blooming, because they are so beautiful. If the flowers fall in love with the person who grows the flowers, the flowers will be defeated again, because it was too bitter, after all, the flowers were blooming and losing, and there was also a sweet, sour and quiet flute of the people who planted flowers. Who was calling? Who is echoing each other with the sad flute? Lightly lift the water sleeves and tie a wisp of blue silk around the fingers, which is the most beautiful beauty. It is not that when will you arrive just for waiting to lean against the handrail but passing through thousands of sails? Staring at the water, fish know my heart? The woman who was looking forward to him was looking at the Sun and Moon for thousands of years again, following the sound of water. Who knew that the distant lover came back? The afternoon sunshine dispersed quietly. The temperature of the air was still warm and refreshing. Close the pages gently, the story is in the book, I am outside the book, and my dream is in my heart. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Fragrance comes from the food

One day in June of 2016, it was summer, and the earth under the scorching sun was breathing like smoke. My third cousin looked at several shops eagerly, and finally rented a front room in the small street, and started the grain and oil business which was matched with that of his hometown cheerfully. At first, the business situation was a little unsatisfactory, but the third cousin kept running the grain and oil shop where the whole family depended on each other persistently. Careful budget for half a year, grain and oil is the main food that every family can’t live without three meals a day. The third cousin always works seriously and carefully. In my opinion, he had already figured out how to make the fragrance of grain and oil drift to the residents near the street and make more customers come here. The store has been opened six years ago until now, during which it has been moved once. At the end of 2019, I moved from the east end of the small street to the west corner of the street. This place is the only way to go to the market from some neighbors from east to west, and vehicles and personnel are in an endless stream. The store has been reopened for some days, and the business is much better than before. I bought rice, blending oil, noodles and so on from the shop. The heat wave in summer blows from the south one after another, which should be glittering. Grain and Oil give off a thick and light fragrance, refreshing, always unconsciously feel its moisturizing, filled with people’s nasal cavity. After the store opened for a period of time, the third cousin listened to the needs of his family and customers and started a small business of soybean milk. In this way, people who eat soybean milk will come to the store to buy, and the grain and oil business in the store will be booming. I thought over and over again, but I still clung to the fragrant soybean milk, taking advantage of the luck brought by small soybean grains. Suddenly, I gathered a lot of popularity, and the small scene immediately became noisy. Recently, in the afternoon, when I came back from work, I always asked my father if he wanted to grind one yuan of soybean milk. I like to drink, and I am more fascinated by its strong, mellow, delicate and soft taste, which has a sense of elegance of tasting tea slowly, rather than the mentality of drinking it urgently in the morning and rushing on. This kind of situation is mostly related to time. The sense of urgency makes people’s taste buds lose their sense, and it is more difficult to smell the aroma of soybean milk. It may be common to be busy. For a period of time, I am always focus on finishing the business in hand. It is I am difficult to taste the fragrance of the food in the morning, and it is often a few bites to eat, which is completely to fill the belly. The time at noon and evening was quite abundant. I ate my own cooking, and the taste of which was naturally the fragrance left by my mouth. Moreover, it was authentic local rice with full particles and soft fragrance, which was suitable for the taste of most people. Speaking of rice, I think of my village where some crops such as corn, potato and wheat grow, but rice is not the only one. Why not grow rice? I seriously thought about this issue when I was in middle school. The possible reason was that I was imprisoned by the folk custom thinking and the difficult problem of water diversion and irrigation. But anyway, after the corn is ripe, the golden land gives me a sweet taste. The potato tea cooked after the potato is sliced and the wheat flour is made into pimples, which are all fresh in my memory, not only satisfying my little stomach, the faint flavor of the food was even soaked into the marrow, like blood flowing all over the body. I couldn’t remember for a moment, which year, month, hour, or even second. I trotted with the dark soy sauce bottle and the greasy edible oil bottle in my hand, breathlessly, the family returned the grain and oil that they could eat for a period of time. Sometimes, I have to borrow one or two bowls of millet from my neighbor, and I have to return the rice to others as soon as I buy it after the gathering day or two. In order not to let neighbors wait too long, although many villagers in the 1980 s had hot days, they were not rich. Such a day goes round and round. I have to go to school. When I get home, I will do my homework every day, eat until I finish the homework of that day and go to bed. Besides studying, I also try my best to help my family do some small things. In my opinion, it is nothing more than Dangdang to do trivial things, but it is a very important and honored thing for me, I often felt the seriousness of the situation when my father cried out in a hurry. The happiest thing is that I can eat delicious food made by my father myself after studying and having fun. I remember at that time, several of my cousins all liked the dishes cooked by my father. My father always handled the simple truth that the oil was not bad. In the new year, I wear new clothes in the season that spring is just coming. I put on new clothes happily, not to mention that I am happy with flowers, what’s more important is that you can eat fast fish and meat for many days. By the end of the Spring Festival, the flavor of meat is no longer the delicious and fragrant flavor of tofu and vegetables. Just like today after more than twenty years, fresh fruits and vegetables are more favored, and people pay more attention to the superiority of keeping up, and eating tends to be exquisite and nutritious. I gradually found that my diet was irregular and I preferred meat. Recalling the time when I went to school in other places, I was in my twenties, and it was the time when my appetite increased dramatically. In the past, I always thought that my flat belly would not bulge and stand out like a pregnant woman who had been pregnant for several months, and also like drinking beer for more than ten years, and my belly was soaring all the way, growing every year, finally, I got a beer belly. When I was in the provincial capital, my favorite food was the large pieces of braised pork and diced chicken. The braised pork was fragrant and crisp, and the soup of the diced chicken was sweet but not greasy. At that time, my mouth, nose, the stomach showed a great vanity satisfaction in a few seconds. I have been reading Yu Qiuyu’s series of books on cultural hardship since last year. Yu Qiuyu, a scholar, loves radish and sugar orange. This kind of orange is seedless and can be swallowed in one bite, chewing slowly. The content of sugar is sufficient, and the sweetness is abundant, just like eating white and clean cotton sugar on festivals in 1980 s. Eating is the nature of human beings, just like China on the tip of the tongue of the popular documentary now, which is popular all over the country. Foodies begin to be popular, and feel the fragrance of delicious food with the tip of the tongue and taste buds. People are in difficult times, especially when they are hungry and have no food to eat. Sweet potato leaves, fields and potherb in roadside ditches also taste fresh and simple fragrance. Difficulties stood in front of me. In December, 2009, I had serious mental problems. Before that, doctors in the third hospital said that I am belonged to schizophrenia. I left the residence in a daze and went to some places like a dream. My mind was extremely inflated and unbearable. In my impression, when I was passing a wilderness trail full of mud, it was difficult for me to distinguish the position in the front because of the dark, and I stumbled a little. But I thought doubtfully that a piece of gray road beside the road was cement pavement, and went straight to the brightly lit city. Afterwards, I knew that my thoughts were totally wrong. I lifted my feet in anxiety and quickly lost my center of gravity falling into the water. I climbed up the path just now in a daze and sat on the ground feebly, in shock, my body slowly leaned over the mud. After the Sky was slightly bright, I stood up with all my strength and walked in the strange and desolate village sadly. At that moment, I didn’t know which direction my steps should go, wandering on the mud beside the cottage. After a long time, I heard someone shouting and went away. I bought three fried dough sticks and chewed them eagerly. At the same time, with the help of villagers, the empty heart spread the temperature of food. Immediately, I felt grateful for the kindness of the villagers. As the saying goes: people are iron, and rice is steel. If you don’t eat a meal, you will be hungry. Delicious food has always been rooted in the soil, which is a contribution of tillers, and in a sense, it is also the answer that workers give to society and me. Food can feed me, and there are groups of people. I am immersed in its fragrance, and I feel the past heavily. Wisps of smoke flew away in my old space. 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…