Please give me a glass of gin

My night meal last night and tonight was the British TV series “Love fans painting color”. The England in the middle of the nineteenth century was my favorite era, showing fantasy and fanaticism everywhere. Just now, I specially checked the pre-Raphael Brotherhood in the film on the Internet, which indeed existed in history. This is a group that advocates the combination of spirit, painting and literature before Raphael, which has obvious aestheticism tendency, pays attention to realism in technique and is good at meticulous depiction, directly describe the light and bright colors of nature. As for painting, I am obviously a layman, but I think art is interlinked. For example, music such as literature such as design, the beauty revealed can shock and yearn for us. This TV play is about the process before they became famous, as well as the artist-style craziness and texture when they treat ideals and love. Give us some gin. In the noisy tavern, they were young and failed, but they were still eloquent and arrogant. Some drinking crowds and prostitutes around them all served as foil, yes, their goal is to treat art and desire to stand out. They are young, talented, courageous and intelligent. Of course, they are the outstanding ones in the crowd. William told you word by word that our artistic aim is to capture extraordinary beauty in ordinary life. In fact, the text is not like this. I like the wide-edge hat, wide-sleeve shirt and of course their works, beautiful characters and scenery of that era. And they gave a glass of gin for free and easy. It is said that gin is also made of five grains, and some of them are made of black Plum Berry. It seems so popular in the film. I think it should be similar to our erguotou. I don’t like foreign wine, but I like its name, which seems very kind and elegant. The old box carriage walked slowly through the flagstone street. Gentlemen and prodigal sons, ladies and maids, happy hawkers and dancing beggars walked out from the panoramic vision, there is a long-lost agitation surging in the bottom of my heart, gradually spreading and echoing. This night is not calm any more. Aestheticism, materialism, idealism, all the existing nature has its own reason, but aestheticism is more surprising. The delicacy and meaningful in it often make us sigh, what is the beauty to the extreme? The heartbeat that makes you unable to extricate yourself. Please give me a glass of gin. Let’s have a Cup together. I don’t know what the taste and degree of the wine is. Maybe it will catch up with our pure grain brewing. Yes, since the degree is low, I am not afraid of you. I am inferior to you in painting and drinking. The woman with floral umbrellas walked gracefully, with a cultural flavor in her implicit smile. The noble temperament was not learned. I think it really has those inherent characteristics, it is admirable, heart broken, and intoxicating. It is different from the temperament of poetry and calligraphy, but it also reflects the connotation of beauty. After watching the three episodes of the first season, the night was already very deep, but it seemed that I was not sleepy. The lonely light flickered cold light on my confused face. The cigarette was lit, and there was silence all around. I really need a glass of wine. At this time, only it can ignite my enthusiasm, if I still have enthusiasm. Please give me a glass of gin. I heard myself saying to myself. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Meditation

The world is too busy, noisy environment, noisy crowd, everything is so beautiful, I just put on a smile. My smile is wanton, my words are stirring, my cells are shouting, but my heart is ups and downs. My heart is running on the deserted path, with a quiet smile. Life is in a hurry. I just need to be myself, listen to myself quietly and listen to the world. Now I can be calm, so long ago? I was so impetuous and restless that the world seemed to be lively, standing like a city wall in my world, and finally collapsed and broken. I am so impetuous, conceited, looking up at a very high place, but accidentally fell very painful, very painful. I am so impetuous that I stick to my own point of view for yes and interrupt others’ words, which is a mess of mistakes. On the road of life, I was just pursuing my dream. I kept running, but lost my original goal. I saw my messy pace without rhythm, and my impetuous pace without stop. I lost my calmness. In front of the huge reality, I was powerless again. Memory is like yesterday. When everything calmed down, my heart also began to be clear. My passion of youth, but lost my reason, blindly pursuing, lost myself in desolation. I am vain about my achievements. Life is actually simple. I know I want too much, but I have no plans. Finally, these seemingly solid walls are tofu residue projects. I know modesty and prudence are the magic weapon of my life. I can remove vanity and calm down. There are too many things in life, so why should I care too much about gain and loss? It’s just simple. Life seems to be long, but it is also finished in a trance. Every immaturity and experience is worth treasuring. Life is very simple, calm down and feel. Summer is hot, autumn is withered, winter is cold, and spring recovers. I can’t say that season is good, that season is bad. In fact, as long as you enjoy quietly, there is a beauty in it. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Quiet, always has nothing to do with loneliness

Quiet, always has nothing to do with loneliness

Listening to a song and thinking about someone, your heart will be gentle, warm and painful. The words are singing at the fingertips, but they can’t draw the deep name in the bottom of the heart, but they can’t walk out of the missing deep into the marrow. Text: A person walks in a strange city, listening to sad music and watching strange scenery. We are all looking for life. Life is the process of looking for love. Everyone will meet three kinds of people: those you love, those who love you, and those who spend their whole life with you. Not every couple who are destined to love each other has the fate of keeping each other for a lifetime; Maybe this love is a deep love, and the next one will be destined for a lifetime. Go to love, as if you have never been hurt. For many peaceful days, I like to build myself a cup of elegant tea quietly like now. The fragrance of curling fragrance overflows the atrium. Sitting quietly in front of the screen, and then hiding in the net sea of nuoda alone. Write the words I like, and experience the feelings that words bring to me, either thick or light or shallow or deep. As promised, in the castle with words, the place where the heart lies is the most beautiful scenery. The crazy soul is lying on the paper, and I am eager to wear it. I can often read other people’s words that make my heart palpitate, either family affection or love. I can always see some sparks touching my heart colliding. I can also meet some women like me who are confused for love and crazy for love. I once painted the ground as a prison, and when I met you, whose face was haggard? Flowers bloom and fall, falling into mud, but love is not old. I never knew that happiness and sadness existed so tacitly. Open the palm, horizontal is love, vertical is pain, this cross of love and hate is the wound carved in my heart. Summer is hot, and I want to throw my lovesickness away. The Kiss is soft, the love is deep, the meaning is cut and cut, and I am always in my heart. How can I not lovesickness? I am separated from you, and I love you very much. The fingers were lightly twisted, which startled the string of the rhinoceros in the bottom of my heart, leaned against the memory, pieced together the fragments of memories, and embellished the colorful spots of the past. Silently counting the memories far away and the sadness gradually gone away, how could they not know that, by accident, the years passed quietly in the bleak annual rings, leaving only a line of silent vicissitudes. Prosperous things are scattered, and the sea becomes dust. Recalling the Yingyan in front of the flowers, I lingered under the moon and felt sentimental. Sigh that the fate comes and the fate is gone, the fate is like flying flowers, the dream is lingering, the dream is scattered, and the dream is like mist, dust and smoke. A kind of tenderness, a pulse of thought, a bleak water, a heart of the fallen flowers into mud, a prosperous eye into smoke, a green silk around the finger like Frost. There are always many people in life. Some people come and go, some go and return, some are close at hand, some are far away, some pass by, and some walk along. In any case, the sadness of ending up is inevitable. In everyone’s heart, there is a person born for himself. Everyone has a person who cares about him all his life. Everyone has a person who feels painful when he misses. This kind of missing is painful, just like the pain of breathing. It is always wrapped around the body and cannot be separated from it. How much love is embroidered into a piece of brocade, can it melt the smoke-like sorrow? You, who lean against the window with the string of fiber fingers, are still silent. The curtain is full of flying flowers, depicting your mind and the scenery passing through your eyebrows, and you don’t smell things outside the window. Perhaps, my pale words cannot tell the endless emotions and concerns for you. Yes, there are many precious and beautiful moments in life, which have been treasured in the warmest place in our hearts. There are also many beautiful encounters and reluctant differences in life, stepping on the familiar one in the past, you have traveled countless paths, and the scenery is still as prosperous as yesterday. The past is in a hurry, looking back, the past is common. After the end of the song, listen and get rid of the wound. A low eyebrow, a look back, at the end must be a curtain of dream thousand years drunk. Prosperity comes to an end, things are different, and you can’t give up your tenderness. I can’t give up my thoughts all day long. The old days are gone, and whose face is played by the evils of dust? When it was dark, the tenderness of looking through the autumn water and sleepless all night was blown to pieces. Silently wrote down a series of annihilated touches, but the spring scenery in the garden was taken away by the brilliance and vanity. With the noise of wind and dust, I choose loneliness. I like quietness, which has nothing to do with loneliness. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…