Youjian Chu Jian wine house

When I first saw the name of this pub, I had a heart-pounding feeling. With such a poetic name, I guess the owner of the pub must be a gentle and demure woman like lilac. I suddenly want to have a spiritual date with this girl named Ye, listen to her story, and feel the beauty and romance of seeing the pub again.

A love that consumes everything, slowly step back. I wonder if the person you want to see is still there next time you pass by.

Waiting for a spring to return to Yan, waiting for the next one to turn around and look back, waiting for the rain to clear up, waiting for the moon to set, waiting for you to look back at me.

It is already late at night, and it is raining outside the window. I didn't turn on the ceiling light, but lit a small orange desk lamp by the bed and dimmed the light for fear of disturbing the sleeping lily by the window. I just want this faint light to dim the dark heart valley, decorate this cold rainy night with words that pour out my heart, let it have a little warmth, and let my heart wait for a long-lost flower in this drizzle.

Morning light, after repeated nightmares last night, I woke up drunk, still thinking about this newly opened pub, so I found the direction of the pub owner, got off the bus, turned a quiet narrow path at the sports intersection along the bustling and colorful streets, saw a small shop called Dai Yonghong, went upstairs, and finally found a poetic pub hidden among the flowers, crossing a vine.

At first glance, two pink and white lotus flowers are quietly blooming on the antique bar, and I can't help but think of the poem' Out of the mud, not stained, not demon' in Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus. Presumably, the owner of the pub is also a quiet and far-reaching person. Although he is in the hustle and bustle, his heart yearns for the carefree and quiet life.

Welcome to the back of the bar. I saw the words "I saw the pub for the first time" looming under the flashing neon lights. What a warm and sweet word! I guess people who come to this pub must want to get rid of the shackles of their hearts, and they must also want to find the tacit understanding and long-lost warmth of their hearts.

They all have their own different stories, some engraved on their faces and some hidden in their hearts. Only in the midnight wine, they release their depression and unwillingness, longing and disappointment, and let the ambiguous atmosphere burn their inner melancholy. Who can understand what they have experienced and what stories they have turned in the swaying light and shadow? Perhaps only wine can soothe their restless hearts.

Only here can the soul be hollowed out, the smoky past can be scattered in the faint scent of wine, the beautiful vision can be integrated into the lingering music, the stories outside the eyes can be condensed in this truly fantastic scene, and the romantic eyes can always look at each other.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to drink in a pub, and I don't want to be invited by my friends, just because the name of the pub deeply attracts me and moves me.

The owner of the pub, the beautiful and elegant girl, acquiesced in my rudeness after learning my purpose, led me to a window seat, knew that I didn't like drinking, and asked the waiter to pour me a glass of rose wine with extremely low concentration, saying that I could keep my beauty. I was touched to meet such an enthusiastic boss. In the mist, in the soothing music, my heart instantly becomes soft, my thoughts spread in the fragrant flowers, and I have an inexplicable desire. I haven't felt this hearty feeling for a long time, so I unconsciously reveled in this beautiful atmosphere.

Some guests came to the pub one after another. Because the host needs to be busy, I can't bother any more. I drank a refreshing and mellow wine, got up and thanked him and left. Although I finally failed to chat with the host and talked about the story I saw for the first time, I was a little sorry, but I was still very happy. I'm afraid this exciting pub is extremely rare in this city where I live.

Those who are tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, those who are exhausted by busyness, those who yearn for beautiful love, and those who miss and cherish the past may be dissolved by a glass of wine or condensed in their hearts. Since then, their lips and teeth have remained fragrant and the rest of their lives are warm; Since then, I have forgotten in the rivers and lakes and spent a long time relying on long and soft memories.

The first glance is just a glimpse, and then the sight is the rest of my life. I hope that every sentient person can cross the vast sea of people, meet a romantic encounter when he first met in a pub, meet his former friends warmly, meet with the people who have been thinking for a long time, and continue his long-cherished wish in previous lives.

In this lonely and cold winter, raise your glasses,

To the past,

To the future.