Using a spiritual private house to resist, no one knows the fragrance suddenly

For the private house dishes like a brighter, the recent frequent food is still in the same time, and a "salty mackerel roast meat" of "salty horse mackerel roast" is shocked. It ’s just a small gathering of three or five friends. The ingredients are simple and simple. The friends of Zen Zihuo used the "taste vegetables", and then asked himself: What is the soul of the sea? Salt, sodium chloride. Salt, life is really taste. Thinking of Thomas Callele also lamented, "People who have never been crying for a long night are not enough to speak of life."

Taste buds are in Siyen. Those old -fashioned specialties with nostalgia are contaminated with childhood memories and affection stories, which turn them into salt of life journey. The drunk yellow snails and bad yellow croakers of Lu Si, who love their hometown, are darkest and salty, which is used to light the light of white porridge, comparing the stable time.

No one can block the turbulent river in the era of intercourse between the Internet and fragile products, even if a heavy rain, easily break through the prosperity. With a spiritual private house, no one knows the fragrance. Every time you meet the soul, the projection of the spiritual private house, the taste of the home, or a pot of old tea, can reach the original hometown of life.

The journey of everyone's minds reflects the flipping of the spiritual private house. For me, a magazine, a salt decomposed by a academy, is the wading of my tranquility, and the wind and rain all the way, no joy, no joy, and the persistence of the ideal. Xu is a group of people with similar frequencies. The spiritual facade of this city.

The psycho -private house is a soul building with flowing flowers. It carries adherence and viewing. It is related to the recognition and observation of their own life value. When everything starts from utilitarianism, the flow of traffic has become tide, and those anti -wisdom and vulgarity shake in the city, and the weird circle of absurdity is becoming endless. The exaggeration of virtuality and fascination is justified about the question of modern poetry leader, Eliot: We are all hollow people, people who are full of fillers? "The last talent of the Republic of China" Zhang Chonghe said that he was very cold, and he had a slightly cold confidant. Calligraphy and Kunqu opera have settled in the spiritual private house because of their special fate. When we have a cheap information feast in the mountains and mountains, we can see that the passage of the spiritual private house has been closed. It is dry with the memory.

A spiritual private house, in the other hand, the ideal life. Hong Kong writer Yishu was too much to understand the true taste: my ideal life is nothing, wearing poetic clothes, opening a white JP Morgan, flying on the Shiao Highway, not even the head. The biggest use of money is not to make us more prominent. When the money is used to use it, it should be used to make us more like an ordinary person than ordinary people: no need to show up, from then on the name of the surname, in exchange for the biggest freedom, becoming a legend ... ...

Remember that the dining table that day was approaching, and in the face of the few salted fish roasted meat left, my friend came again: the meaning of life, nothing more than fish; calm and righteous, have their own soul. (Text/Yuan Weidong)

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