Essay on lyric prose of life

Some people say that only when you fall in love with the mixed flavors of life will you fall in love with life.

The five flavors of the dining table, like the five flavors of life, are indispensable.

As a girl in Northeast China, I inherited this trait brought by the region, and I prefer to eat something with strong taste. There is an old saying in my hometown that salty taste is delicious, and people in the northeast are all people who value taste, which reminds me of "Salted Fish in My Hometown" written by Zhou Shuren. He said salted fish can be made into salt, which is really salty. Eating vegetables as salt is not only the lack of material in those days, but also their preference for salty taste. Later, I heard Mr. Wang tell such a joke that the family hung the only pickle on the bus bar. At dinner time, all the children at home are eating porridge. Because my mouth is dim, I can't stop watching pickles in the bus bar. The father told the children without looking up, don't keep looking, it's easy to faint. Although it's just a joke, we can see people's love for salty taste. No wonder I read such a joke in a book. The emperor asked the chef what the best thing in the world was. The cook replied that it was salt. This sentence is especially true in the northeast.

The day before yesterday, in the restaurant where I worked, a retired old mayor ordered some dishes and ordered the waiter to bring some light pickles. Then we talked about our childhood studies. At that time, material difficulties, my mother can only bring him pickles to school. The rest of the children eat fish and vegetables in the cafeteria. Only he hid to eat kimchi. Many years later, he became the mayor himself, but pickles always accompanied him at the dinner table. I know that the old mayor has a juvenile complex. This is the smell of his life.

I used to be partial to acid.

I'm under the impression that people in Shanxi like to eat sour food. It is said that before eating, they want to have a half bowl of vinegar, and they don't feel heavy after drinking it. Every dish on the table is sour, too. Later, when I heard from my mother that I was pregnant, the countryside was too poor and there was nothing for pregnant women to eat. My mother bought a bottle of vinegar and secretly took a sip when she was having fun. Grandpa and aunts are very happy. There is an old saying in the countryside that a sour child is a hot woman, and I am just a girl film, which makes the whole family unhappy. When I finally got pregnant with my sister, my mother didn't even dare to drink vinegar anymore, for fear that others would guess whether it was a boy or a girl for no reason, and finally she was a girl. My mother was despised and laughed at by people in that era and environment, laughing that no boy in our family was a lonely family. My mother secretly cried many times behind others' backs. Isn't it sad enough to think about this? The poverty and pedantic environment of that era created a lot of grievances and bitterness, which was more pungent than those vinegar, and the pantothenic acid in my heart made my eyes pantothenic.

When I was young, my personality was extreme and even extreme, rejecting the days when the soup was too clear and too light. Later, even the food felt so dull and tasteless, and I was too eager for a lively and cold, just like my temper. So my rice porridge noodles, even corn stubble, were mixed with half a bowl of vinegar. Before the first bite, my mouth was full of saliva, making the food hard and hard, and I still tasted a different taste. It's not so much my taste as my character. I am determined to be the ultimate, I am determined to be different, I just want the feeling of mountains and rivers.

Up to now, my stomach is broken, and when I grow up, I still live a dull life, never seeking to be different, pursuing perfection, never again. It's good to eat pickles and rice porridge. The high intensity of others is life, and my little bridge is not a day. It's just that I pursued it so fiercely when I was young. It turned out to be like expired old vinegar, too sour to eat or love. Only when recalling the past, those sour tastes and past events still stand on the other side of time and have not dissipated for a moment.

I used to like spicy among the five flavors, and I was inexplicably excited to see the red pepper floating in the hot pot. I like the dry and spicy taste of expensive pepper, the lingering taste of Sichuan pepper and the sharpness of Hunan pepper. Every time I eat, my head smells fragrant and my mouth hisses. She has a charming red mouth, insists on bravado, and competes with her father to eat Chili. Dad called his daughter, daughter, don't drink water if you eat spicy food, or play. I put up with the fire in my mouth, laughed it off while covering my mouth, and argued with the old man inarticulate. Later, my mother said that this should not be a girl's eating style and personality. Girls should be gentle and virtuous, eat lavishly and stretch out their tongues to breathe. Because this has been awkward with my mother many times, watching onions, watching ginger, watching garlic, and watching peppers finally have an active ingredient. Why should it be associated with girls' postures? My father died that year, and I grew up at the age of fifteen overnight. A lot of things changed overnight and changed beyond recognition. I hate all food. Not only do I like spicy food, but even jiaozi cakes and the like look boring. Before I swallowed them, I began to feel sick. No matter how my mother advised me, I just wouldn't lift my eyelids and wouldn't be moved. My mother's anxious heart is crying, and her heart is hot and uncomfortable. Young years seem to be sprinkled with pepper, and my mouth is spicy. I looked up and was choked with tears by the fireworks of life. It is too spicy.

I still can't eat spicy food. I don't feel like a teenager except for my stomach trouble. The taste of white rice as porridge has nourished my life.

Then one day when I grew up, I became a little woman. I saw the tea in her cup spinning beautiful and special ripples at my aunt's house next door. I didn't know it was a kind of bitter clove tea until I asked. I tasted it curiously, and it was really bitter. After swallowing it, it gave birth to a fragrance under my tongue. So I had a crush for a moment, just like a man. It turns out that if you love something deeply, it will give birth to the taste of love. Can you believe it? Anyway, I believe I will miss, remember and be moved until I have it, so I have the cheek to ask for a pinch and put it in tin foil for careful preservation. Although I love it, I don't drink it often. Drink once or twice a year or once a month. I will take a cup when I am confused, stand by the window and look at the bright sky outside, and have a drink. Is it bitter? Of course, so is life. After suffering, there will be a sweet spring, and after suffering, there will be a mellow taste of life. Every smell in the world has its own reason. How can you taste the purity and depth of sweetness without suffering? If you think like this, even if you are confused, some confusion can be solved. Therefore, I love this bitter taste alone. When it is sweet, I use it to remember bitterness and sweetness. When it is bitter, I believe it will be as bitter as clove tea. Later, I found that my mother also loves bitter things, such as bitter chrysanthemum, bitter vegetables and mustard. Mom said, this is the smell of black land, the taste of their generation's life, and we will never forget it. 1960 During the famine, they lived on these wild vegetables, and their mouths were full of bitter memories of that generation. When I died, I still missed that mouthful, which was bitter and had a faint fragrance. He not only represents a person's taste, but also represents the memory of that generation.

Life is sweet at the latest. Sweetness always goes through the Qian Fan in life, and finally we can realize what is true sweetness. In the life of fireworks, sweetness is the favorite of southerners. As the old saying goes, the south is sweet and the north is salty, and the east is spicy and the west is sour. It is said that southerners are very fastidious about eating, and they speak the main course and dessert well after dinner, thus lamenting the exquisiteness and delicacy of southerners' life. Imagine that in an alley in the south of the Yangtze River, the sun is setting and the afterglow is leisurely. Two or three confidants are sipping Yangzhou plum juice or a mouthful of fragrant tea, and there are exquisite patterned desserts on the table, perhaps glutinous rice cakes, maybe plum cakes and Osmanthus Jelly from Laojinji. The lingering sound of the silk and bamboo in the south of the Yangtze River, a poem in the Tang and Song Dynasties or a poem among flowers, and a sweet soup and rice cake are Zen sweetness in the mouth, which stays between the teeth and is sweet in the heart. However, the little girl is the quietest, putting this sweetness and cotton in her heart and turning it into thousands of customs. A spring breeze will intoxicate passers-by. This sweetness is love, no matter how sweet it is. So this sweet and greasy food is the favorite of young people. When people reach middle age, they also love sweetness. When I am cold and tired, I will peel off a piece of chocolate and put it in my mouth. The silky feeling began to spread and melt in my mouth. My mouth began to feel warm and sweet. Maybe it is a kind of strength and warmth for middle-aged or elderly people like me. I have eaten the most Zen chocolate with the name "the taste of love" written on it. In fact, I have lived half my life, but I don't know what love is like. So I was very happy, and finally there was a food that made my taste buds taste the most accurate taste about the definition of love. Put it in your mouth, it's a little salty and a little sour. The nuts are almonds and slightly bitter. The last thing to swallow in the throat is sweetness. At that time, I was puzzled. What's that smell? In an instant, I shed tears again. Isn't this love? This is a bittersweet taste. Yes, love. Can you specify whether it is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy? He is a mixture of these flavors. Thinking of this, he felt that he was not eating a candy, but thinking and understanding of life.

Everyone, people of every era have memories of taste, which is the unique taste in their lives. It is in these mixed narratives that their lives and historical environment at that time were outlined. There are many people who write books, among which I like Li Yu's Casual Mail best. Too bad I didn't get it. Maybe I don't have a chance. I glanced at a few lines on the Internet, trying to see how Li Yu, who was in decline, tasted the frustration of life, ate Zen, and ate the taste and sentiment of life. Even if it is a piece of tofu, Li Yu has a different understanding and treatment of it, which makes me admire. One can enjoy the smell of fireworks indefinitely. The situation is that when the world is at a low tide, he enjoys himself and let his life evaporate to the extreme. He is willful and unruly. Don't look for earth-shattering in his articles, but all the threads are the love and delicacy of life. Isn't that enough for us to study? That's enough. Random Feeling makes some people understand the taste of life, the way to enjoy the beauty of idleness, and the tiny Zen of life are all concentrated in its five flavors. A book that has flowed overseas has aroused the envy and surprise of many foreigners who are curious about China culture. China is really a country that knows how to enjoy and taste.

What is your memory of taste? Do my mother's handmade noodles and scallion cakes always haunt your taste buds? Many years later, Lu Yu's handmade noodles in another country shed tears and wet my clothes. Although I am old and my mother is gone, the taste of my mother has not been forgotten. Tears welled up in my eyes as soon as I saw it, and my eyes were full of youth. Is it bitter? Is it sweet? Is it spicy? Or acid? Bow your head all the way, remember the years all the way.

There is always a taste that grows with you, and that is the taste of your life.