A life with a long reflex arc

I remember reading a joke to the effect that whales are too big. Sticking it to its tail, it takes a long time for the pain to reach its brain. It describes that a person's reflex arc is too long and his nerves are big.

I have always been a neurotic person, so to speak, with slow perception.

I have always admired some people, one thing, one sentence, who can understand the meaning and know the essence in an instant. And it is triggered by something, and it will take a long time to have some experience.

For example, tea has always been a part of China culture.

In that lotus pond, there are four layers of veils in the pavilion near the water, which rotate gently with the breeze. There are a few lamps in the pavilion and four cups in the pot, and the tea is fragrant. This is a poem in my heart.

I have been trying to be a person who can taste tea. So many people can taste the fragrance and sweetness, and I am sure I can feel it. As a result, I tasted the "good tea" recommended by many colleagues and friends. It smells like leaves except bitter taste. It smells good. Isn't it sweet?

Finally, I gave up. It seems that tea tasting, like wine tasting, can only be a personal hobby, and I can only be a layman.

Until I traveled to Yunnan last year, there was a project called "White Tea".

Three girls dressed in Bai costumes showed a series of tea ceremony performances.

When introducing the last kind of tea, the first girl motioned the tourists to take a sip of mineral water in their hands and asked: What's the taste of your water? Is it sweet? Tourists shake their heads. This is ordinary water.

Then, the other two Bai girls got up and poured a cup of tea for the sitting tourists. The soup is yellow and bitter in the mouth.

The girl headed by you motioned for everyone, "Please have another sip of mineral water in your hand."

This time, the mineral water at the entrance seems to be enchanted and sweet, which makes me understand the taste of the word "sweet" for the first time. It is not sweet, not sweet fruit, not sweet honey, but sweet, clear and not greasy produced by taste buds on the water without any additives.

The Bai girls headed by them said it was "sweet" and the bitterness of tea was sweet.

I seem to have an epiphany like the enlightened sixth ancestor. I hope I'm here for tea. It turns out that tea tasting is also a reflection on life. ?

After a simple and direct "tea tasting education", I learned how to taste all kinds of tea.

When I was a child, I was attracted by the magnificent world described by Master Cao.

Dreamy Grand View Garden, winding pavilions, graceful aristocratic girls, traditional grand and complicated manners, elegant and interesting activities of girls in boudoir, and complicated relationship of extended family, Baochai seems to have no love and hate.

This classic gives me a really shocking feeling, but it always feels like telling a story. My own vision is as beautiful and hazy as a dream that has never appeared in my mind. Just like the crystal in the dense fog, I know it is beautiful, but the beauty I feel is just that it dazzles me and I can't feel it deeper. In the mouth of redology scholars, what is Baodai's pain and what is the cruelty of reality. I can't see the warmth and coldness of human feelings at all. Why does a joke played by Zijuan make Baoyu vomit? Why did Daiyu cry because of two handkerchiefs? Why does Daiyu have to be careful when she comes to grandma's house, for fear of being laughed at? .......

Entering the society, I met the world. Go into emotion and experience separation and integration; Entering the family, facing my parents for a short time, and then looking back, I realized Daiyu's insecurity of staying awake at night, her helpless life in her uncle's house, the mixed pain of love, and the pain of falling in love but not being together. Yingchun's husband's family was humiliated in every way. . . Only then did I understand the greatness of Master Cao. In fact, a book has written all kinds of lives.

Sometimes I think, there are always some people who know everything when people like me are ignorant, choose the road they want, but they always stumble and can only look at the back of others from a distance. I don't know if those people in front are as happy as I saw, but I always let myself get confused, confused and escape in some uneasiness and uncertainty. I don't know if it's nature or family background.

That morning, I looked at myself in the mirror, and the man in the mirror looked blank and empty. In the first half of my life, there were not many days that made me proud and unforgettable. If 16-year-old I am studying in a small courtyard, have you ever thought that I will be the woman with long hair, round face and empty eyes in the mirror after more than ten years?

Something must be done. Even if I am an ant in the world, I will leave some traces to prove that I have been here.

From now on, keep fit, study, travel and work hard, even later, even if the reflex arc of life is longer, as someone said, if you have a goal, start now, and you will succeed in the future.