Bathhouse taste

Looking at this topic, I suddenly remembered the bathhouse. People of all colors stripped off and entered the pool, knowing that all beings in the steaming pool were equal, and * * * was born. After wiping the hot towels, they rested on the sofa, and the street was full of gossip. Although I got up, dressed in beautiful clothes or worn-out clothes, and each had its own life, but now I am under the same roof, with all kinds of smells.

Talk about the taste at will. The big boss who takes a bath in winter wears a gold watch on his wrist, which is heavy and faded. Pass it to the waiter and put it on the waiter's wrist for the time being. It is not safe to put a drawer or box on the waiter's wrist. Hundreds of thousands of watches can't fly when people are at the watch. The waiter once had a little sour envy of the successful people who wore gold watches, but now it is a sweet enjoyment. In the short time of wearing the watch, the waiter was radiant and refreshed. Although it was returned to its original owner after half an hour, the watch at this time was the waiter's watch, and the waiter was wearing a gold watch. Holding a tea bottle to add tea to the guests, the gold watch flashed all the way Raise your wrist from time to time to see the time. The most tacit understanding should be that someone asks what time it is. He looked at his watch, stared at it for a while, hesitated slightly, and firmly told you what time it was. You can't tolerate any hesitation.

Although this sour sweetness is short-lived, it is also a greedy pleasure.

Running as a waiter is a hard life, wiping towels and pouring water, and living on tea money. Many old people love to take a bath to help them out, but they are so poor that they can't even afford a bath ticket every day and bring their own tea. The entrance of the hall is crooked, and there is a stingy old bathhouse, which naturally gives the waiter a headache. Frequent quarrels, full of spicy taste. An old man didn't get up until closing time, as if he knew he was wrong. He was too lazy to run around wiping towels, lying alone in the corner, and even took a big apple to chew, knowing the mystery of protracted war. The waiter beat about the bush or pointed at the mulberry tree, and the old man was unmoved. At that age of doing whatever he wants, he didn't have me, so he ignored me. A few old people have bathed in this way, and the world is not indifferent to fire, but is reluctant to give up money or have other difficulties. Old people gathered in the bathhouse to waste time. The old man and waiter who don't eat tea are in the same boat, but they are tired of each other under the same roof every day, rain or shine, rolling their eyes, but they live forever.

This bitter and spicy taste is also the taste of human feelings.

There must be a group of idle lobbyists in the bathhouse, telling news and history, worrying about the ancients, which is interesting. But don't have a correct view. This is a matter for experts in the lecture room. The beauty here is that you speak casually and happily, but you speak plausibly, as if you saw it with your own eyes. Nonsense for irrelevant purposes is its charm. Everything is true, but it is lost in dogma. There are retired teachers in lobbyists who are unwilling to be lonely, and unofficial history, who rummages through the street stalls, has a nose and eyes. Many people listen. An experienced old driver traveled all over the country and wrote a full story, reading Wei Caotang's notes. There was a singer with a mellow voice and poor clothes, and everyone who listened to a little poplar turned to praise him.

Acheng has an analogy. Human nature is like salt, which can be seen and touched. Like salt, it is integrated into human life. If you don't know, you think that without humanity, human beings can live without humanity. I think these lobbyists in the bathhouse are a handful of salt. Because of this salt, the bathhouse is no longer dull and salty.