The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the sun shines through, sprinkling on the grass, books and white shirts. The breeze blows long hair, and the skirt flies, as beautiful as jade. In the shade of Nuoda, I turned the pages and recalled every afternoon with you. My eyebrows are getting longer and my eyes are running. Even sitting silently, I feel sweet in my heart.

Time flies, and you never go far. I like this sentence very much. I can't say why, but I feel warm after reading it. It is also because of this sentence that I bought a collection of essays by Mr. Zhou Zuoren. He and Mr. Lu Xun have similar faces, but different styles of writing. His prose is peaceful and diluted, delicate and elegant. There is no right or wrong statement, but it makes people happy in the plain.

He wrote many articles about entertainment, first love, life, life and death. And I only like his two articles, drinking tea and talking about wine. Maybe it's because there are * * * same topics and * * same views. Long-term quiet and gentle, standing in seclusion, meeting an old friend, * * * telling her worries, the breeze buying wine, drinking tea and talking about poetry, until the moon went up to the south tower.

"Drinking tea should be under the paper window of the tile house, with clear spring and green tea, and two or three people can drink it in an elegant ceramic tea set. It can be a half-day leisure, and it can reach the dream of being dusty for ten years." If you ask me, it's better to have another rain in Mao Mao to change the season. It's raining outside and the tea is fragrant inside. Two or three friends talk about their life ideals from poems and songs. Or say nothing, don't go out every night, plum blossoms are fragrant. Even if it's just tea, it will be very interesting. So, life is elegant, how can there be no tea? Like Mr. Zhou Zuoren, I prefer green tea. Preference for its color, preference for its first bitter and then sweet taste. Life, like tea, is a struggle. Drink a cup of tea, taste a kind of purity, such as sitting among the plants and returning to Yunlin Jingshe, you can experience the lightness of spring, the romance of summer, the coolness of autumn and the purity of winter, enjoy the blooming of Tiller Day, watch the flowers of sweet clover, get rid of the hubbub and return to yourself. A humble room can also be as calm as water; A pot of green tea is still fragrant. A ray of sunshine, a breeze, a casual book, free, casual, true and natural. As time goes by, every inch of time is safely put aside, which is worthy of this cup of green tea in my hand. Don't cling to suffering, don't cling to pleasure, don't grieve over the past, don't be greedy for the future, and walk in the world with a calm and peaceful heart.

"The best thing in life is to drink wine and taste delicious food with like-minded close friends." The person who said this sentence must be a person who enjoys life very much. What's the fun of drinking? I don't understand. The book wrote: "Some people say that the fun of wine is Tao Ran's drunken state." But Mr. Zhou Zuoren said: "The taste of wine is only available when you drink it. I think Yue Le may be doing this. If it is Tao Ran, it is also the moment when the cup is in the mouth. " The world escapes from reality by drinking, and forgets worldly troubles by hangover. After years of drunken dreams, the morning dew has passed. It is said that tea and wine are turbid. Come to think of it, it is. "Clear" or "turbid" is relative. Therefore, I love both wine and tea. I am not a person who paralyzes myself with alcohol. I only regard it as a drink, just like some people like carbonated drinks. I like white wine. Cold Lu cooks wine and the snow falls. Pick one when you are drunk, and look for Qing Xiang's post. Tea is bitter and wine is sweet. Between bitterness and sweetness is life.

I thought I would forget the books I read and the roads I traveled, but they were branded in my heart step by step. It's like reading so many articles by Mr. Wang and only writing down these two articles. Most of Mr. Zhou Zuoren's essays are gentle and diluted, writing about personal leisure, loneliness and grievances, and playing with the bitterness of life. However, it seems that I have leisure and my heart is too busy. That leisure reveals a touch of sadness and infinite sadness. That is the helplessness of the times and the boredom of life. Apart from everything, it is commendable that Mr. Zhou Zuoren can have fun in suffering and keep his words fresh and elegant.

Half a day's leisure is worth ten years' dream. To write such a sentence, you have to covet leisure. Use this half-day leisure to gamble and pour tea, and write down two or three things. Or find a shade and listen to the sound of the breeze turning pages to make the Tang Dynasty colorful. Wait until the sun sets slowly, a pot of wine, three or two small dishes, wait until the dead of night, you can play chess in front of the window, and then watch the West Chamber. Cut the candles in the west window, sleep with clothes on, and even forget the dream.

Time flies, it's another sunny afternoon, and the breeze blows my hair, opens the book and raises my pen, which reminds me of you again. Only when reading and writing, let me know that you have never gone far.