Review of the bite of China

When I was watching “China on the tip of the tongue”, I did have a droop with my roommates in Hangzhou at that time! She couldn’t help buying all kinds of dishes and wrapping the special dumplings on her side, and I tried to make a pot of noodles, but it turned out! The result is terrible! The questions! Although I don’t have the talent to cook delicious food, I still look at the lessons of delicious food occasionally. But my talent seems to be limited to eating and oral practices! When you do it yourself, you will ruin some food again. Just like some people in the martial arts TV series, they know many martial arts secrets of each family, but they can’t even point holes! Fortunately, I still have a trick that can be fooled. Ordinary people eat delicious food, but most of them don’t know the taste. Those who can distinguish the taste roughly can eat it at first, but those who can really taste don’t care about eating it, like those who are big and fashionable, A glass of water can also drink a lot of reasons. I was destined with Buddha. I ate a lot of incense after living in the temple on the top of the mountain which was funded by my grandfather as the main shareholder! What I remembered most was the one-year Temple Fair, the female host in the temple, and several masters boiled pots and pots of boiled water in the Fox Maple pavilion beside the pine trees for the pilgrims who came and went to worship the Buddha, vaguely remember when it comes to the ninth flavor! But I still haven’t figured out what is the ninth flavor. There are eight normal flavors: sour, spicy, bitter, sweet, salty, astringent, fishy, Chong, while spicy, sweet, salty and bitter are the main flavors, sour, astringent, fishy, it is a four-guest flavor, but it is partial! Therefore, the main course comes out with a positive taste, while the side dishes are more tasteful. Some people say: eating is for yourself, wearing is for people! Sometimes it is interesting to think about this. Eating it in your belly and growing on your body can’t make others fat at all. But wearing it on your body, you will always please others when you look beautiful! So can we draw a conclusion in general: Are most fat people selfish! Oh! Laughing! Spicy! Some people say it is the king of hundred flavors, and some vegetables are mixed with sour, sweet, salty and astringent, which is called: the taste of wind and dust! No mean! Spicy is the highest and purest taste, and it is not mixed with his taste. It is the atmosphere of King, and there is a gentleman’s self-respect in it. Use spicy to be fierce, otherwise it will be a fatuous monarch, everyone can bully, and there is no reason for the country to survive? While sweetness is the most spicy and pleasant taste of the concubine, just like the autumn moon and spring breeze, but the sweetness is still light, which is the virtue of a Lady. The sweetness of being too greasy is the most disgusting, it is an explicit seduction, and the truth is that beauty is a disaster. The reason between salty and bitter; Salty is the most vulgar, while bitter is the highest. Ordinary people can’t have salty but bitter. Besides, bitter can’t be perceived until all tastes are gone. It is a hermit of taste, such as the chrysanthemum in late autumn and the plum in winter snow; While salty is the most easy to melt the tongue, you can feel it at the entrance. It seems the most common, but it is strange that it is bitter when salty to the extreme, so there are often the most unusual things in common, which depends on how you use it. As an authentic southern Hakka girl, when I was young, I was almost disgusted with the opposite and the pink! After a while, I was rejected to think that people who eat noodles are rough and mang! Special despise! Now, even myself often eat noodles to raise my stomach! I really hit my own feet with stones! Maybe I tasted fresh steamed buns once or twice, but I didn’t like them any more. The steamed buns in the South are sweet, but I don’t like eating sweet steamed buns either. I don’t like to be close to sweetness. In the northern steamed bun bar, I always feel that there is a knot in my face, which is dry and has no taste. There is nothing delicious to eat. Later, I met a girl from the north, and now I have become my friend! Love the steamed bun! 4 or 5 steamed buns per day, one dish with soy sauce and vinegar, one hand holding a big and white garlic, The chewed one is called a incense! I looked wondering whether she was eating elixir or something. The food was so delicious that I couldn’t help her temptation. However, I had a taste of foreign food, she chewed a mouthful of steamed bread and garlic according to her mission! Ouch! Then I will spit immediately! It really kills people! I still didn’t dare to eat garlic at the back, but the more smelly steamed buns I chewed, the more smelly I tasted! I once read an article that put a poached egg into the meat soup! I wonder what the smell is. What feeling! More think more thinking about! One day, when my family was not there, I cut some meat secretly, beat an egg and fried it. I felt that the soup was too clear, so I threw a few mushrooms and a large handful of vegetables at random, as a result, the soup was almost burnt out, and various seasonings were put in a hurry! I finally imported it into the bowl, and always felt there was a smell, so I couldn’t swallow it, so I took out the eggs and washed them! I saw a recipe before and really saw the method of adding poached eggs to the meat soup. Someone replied: put poached eggs into the meat soup? It is better to give it to dogs! The author must be furious when he saw the reply! Anti-scolds: It’s not even as fun as dogs! In fact, this dish is a home-cooked dish of Tujia in western Hunan province. It is exaggerated to say that eating it can melt a heart. In fact, it should be some kind of hometown flavor! When we don’t understand and then don’t respect a steamed bun of northerners, a stranger also thinks that the meat soup eggs of Hunan people are for dogs to eat, food in a region is always closely connected with people in that place, just like people in Hunan who are addicted to spicy food don’t understand what Shanghai people feel when they put salt and sugar in it; shanghainese also don’t understand the mentality that Hunan and Sichuan folks make themselves so spicy that tears and snot mess up and shout cool. During the years I have been wandering outside, I have hated that kind of fine Rong which looks like instant noodles for a period of time. I think it is made of plastic, otherwise how could it be so loud when biting? Later, I knew that it was the famous bamboo noodles in the south, and that Crisp came from the continuous rolling of the opposite side by manpower, which made me have that kind of good spirit. Maybe when you are wandering, a kind of food called dumplings when many people are obsessed with it, I often read dumplings and the scene that seven aunts and eight aunts sat together to make dumplings, which is strange to say, the food I made was worse than that of my sister. Only the best one was making dumplings, which was a little better. As soon as I learned, my mother would rub the noodles and hand them to me during the New Year and festivals, and I would make dumplings against the TV. A dumpling may be a home, just as for people in western Hunan, a piece of black bacon is a home. After tasting the food from another place, I began to understand the feelings of another place. When watching the bite of China, every time I saw something I had eaten, I felt like jumping up and telling my roommates: This, this, I have eaten! Delicious! Then she began to describe those smells to her, and heard her smiling and drooling! I can see that in the environment of lacking vitamins and protein, the mother-in-law in the cave dwelling and the mother-in-law in the grassland can play all kinds of wisdom with something called noodles or fresh milk! There is a kind of sincere respect, respect for people and things in my heart. From then on, when I heard the incredible food, I was not busy despising it, but amazed: teach me! How do? Maybe only when we understand those foods can we understand those people and some homesickness. 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. 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Autumn Song

One afternoon many years ago, I sat lazily on a bench in Urumqi West Park. My eyes are pure and blurred, and my thoughts are scattered and quiet. I didn’t drink alcohol, but I felt a little graceful and drunk. I think this may be caused by the environment. At this moment, I am sitting in the tranquil late autumn, in the most beautiful park in the border city, feeling the breath of life in autumn and autumn. In this way, this is not only a kind of leisure and pleasure, but also a kind of intoxication. In the embrace of autumn, I am as weak as a born baby. Some kind of purity and reverie of mine are associated with this wonderful autumn blood. I have visited the West Park many times, either friends or classmates. But I prefer to walk or sit alone in the park, feeling the cycle of seasons and the passing of time, and quietly thinking about some boundless worries. Just like now, I am sitting alone on the bench in the West Park. In fact, I am a lonely and independent traveller. This city is far away from my hometown and my relatives. I live and walk through the streets and alleys of the border city. I am more like a ghost Lone Ranger. I think there is nothing wrong with this. A wandering man who is far away from his hometown and relatives, his heart is always flowing. In front of my eyes is Jianhu, which is round and bright, like a huge flat mirror. However, many benches around Jianhu Lake were empty, seemingly waiting for the arrival of the Master in silence. On other benches, there are sweet lovers leaning against each other or old men with white hair fluttering. In any case, the afternoon of the West Park was quiet, with only some silent or whispering visitors. This atmosphere is very good. In this atmosphere, I can quietly feel the autumn, think about some irrelevant past events, or simply close my eyes slightly, fully experience the meaning of autumn sunshine pouring on your face. Maybe it was just because of the tranquility that I heard the crisp chirping of birds, and I even heard the slight noise of fallen leaves falling down from the tall drinkwood tree. A piece of dead leaves and a piece of dead leaves slided down from the tree unhurriedly and fell around the bench. I bent down, picked up a dead leaf with clear lines and enjoyed the quiet beauty of fallen leaves. Everything happened in autumn makes people sigh with emotion. Just like this golden and beautiful dead leaf in my hand, is it a tall, slender and silent sigh? I don’t know. What I can know is that I am going deep into autumn and reaching its core, staying there for a while, then floating away silently. I am very familiar with the West Park. Although the West Park is not a famous park, in many domestic cities, Such small and exquisite parks can be seen everywhere. However, it attracts my longing steps with infinite charm. Flowers in spring, green trees in summer, fallen leaves dancing in autumn and glittering snow in winter all make me fascinated. What else? And this unknown Park. Stay in the distant West. Looking up, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, which always makes people get a kind of relieved and beautiful spiritual experience at the moment of looking up. In this way, what I really like is the quiet and elegant atmosphere of the West Park. In fact, there are two buildings in the West Park that deserve careful taste. For example, the Jianhu Lake in front of us is not as gorgeous as the West Lake and the vast Taihu Lake, but because of its little historical deposits, it makes people forget to leave. Lin Zexu, Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai and so on had all been to this lake, but they didn’t have such leisure feelings, instead, they just sat by the lake and washed all the way. It is said that the nickname of Jianhu was created by Ji Xiaolan, a Romantic scholar in Qing Dynasty, but he was not a sightseeing tour, otherwise the book notes of Yuewei thatched cottage, which had passed away from the world, would not be born under the pen of Ji Gong as a. Sitting alone on the bank of the lake, in the quiet and silent boundless autumn, the blurred thoughts are like the smoke clouds of history. On the south side of West Park is the famous monument of revolutionary martyrs in the three districts. The monument is made of white marble, which is very high and seems to be directly inserted into the sky. In the early days of liberation, leaders of the three districts, invited by Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, went to Beijing by plane to attend the first National Political Consultative Conference. There was an air crash on the way, I think this monument is built here with ingenuity, which not only makes the heroes stay here forever, but also makes tourists experience the hard-won of freedom, peace and quiet life. At this moment, sitting on the bench by the Bank of Jianhu, I looked over the verdant which was taking off the green clothes and clearly saw the monument standing under the blue sky and white clouds. I spent the whole afternoon on the bench in the West Park. I thought a lot and felt much calmer. I am more like a true thinker, wandering in the hometown of autumn, seeing the past as smoke, and gradually seeing myself. I avoided the noisy world of mortals, let my tired body rest for a moment, and let my impetuous soul bathe in the tranquil autumn sun. I think it is really a wonderful enjoyment for a person to lean against the door of autumn when he is tired of walking and step in without hesitation, recalling or forgetting something in the embrace of autumn. When the warm twilight flooded me, I slowly got up and left the West Park, walking back to the depths of the world of mortals step by step. But I have no reason to forget the time I spent in the West Park carelessly on that autumn afternoon in the border town many years ago. In the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, many autum cannot reach the depth of my heart. The South is full of green grass and trees all year round. Just like now, I have passed the threshold of October, and the breath of Autumn seems to be far away. Therefore, I miss the autumn of the border city very much. I think the beautiful and golden dead leaf I grasped has already become a boat of dreams, carrying my graceful feelings, arrive in autumn with profound artistic conception. (The full text is about 1780 words) Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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. 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