Classic quotes about firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea

There is someone who knows you are cold and knows your tea is cool. Someone is waiting for you at your home place, lighting a lamp for you, warming your wine, and refilling your tea. I don’t understand “firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea”. Do you want to have tea, rice, oil and daily necessities side by side? Thinking about it now, probably in ancient times, people had a room with firewood prepared and enough rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. Someone would make meals for you, and someone would drink with you. In the summer, I will accompany you to enjoy the coolness under the shade of the trees, and call you out: "The tea is cold, drink it." In the winter, when I come home late, I will brush off the snowflakes on your clothes and call you with a cup of hot tea. You: "Drink a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

●Everyone hopes to spend their lives playing chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and hops, but no one can get rid of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea. We can love the so-called elegance of chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and hops. But first we have to live. Tea with firewood, rice, oil, salt and soy sauce is the way to go.

●If love cannot be sublimated in the fireworks of firewood, rice, oil and salt, it will burn up with others. A true love should be able to spend time in front of someone, vow to see each other more often, and be romantic in the same way; it can also be together through thick and thin, never give up, and endure hardships in the same way; and it can withstand firewood, rice, oil, salt and soy sauce. Vinegar tea to kill. ----Miao Jixiang's "The Biography of Lu Xiaoman"

●"Among all people, it is said that the number is indifferent, but some people have a lot of eyesight in life. This is the number of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and mountains. She has so many poems in her heart and wants to show them in the eyes of the mountain. You are the one who counts my days of daily necessities. You are the poem, and you are within reach. ."