Salt of Capriccio

There is a beautiful city in the soft and humid southwest, which is Zigong city, Sichuan province, the salt capital of China. As we all know, salt has been the lifeblood of the country’s economy since ancient times. Because the chemical composition of salt is sodium chloride, it is an indispensable substance to maintain the health of human beings. Only with salt can we human beings have enough physical strength. Moreover, salt can also balance the water and blood in our body. Dear friends, do you know how salt is made? Ah, what a trouble! The ancient technologies were backward, and they were all instruments such as iron, stone, wood and rope. When I saw those crude tools, I was very surprised. I think our ancestors made salt with this rough instrument. Really great! Too great! You know? Salt has almost sacred status in people’s hearts since ancient times. Some people say that love is salt, and no one can live without it. Dear baby, I would like to collect a cup of salt for you if the sky is falling down and returning to the wild years. The glittering and translucent one by one is my crazy and affectionate feeling, which infuses in the gentle seawater and turns into a fascinating world of mortals. Biting the passing years, holding up the sinking sunset. Filter out the seawater, dry and lonely, and cast the glory of pure white. You are like silver, like snow, like sugar, without a tiny bit of leisure. I am clear, pure and fresh, without any trace of turbidity. Under the Rainbow in the light, the agreement is pure and tender. My loyalty is written on the skin that can be blown and blown. Compress seawater and solidify particles. It seemed that the impetuousness was drained away, leaving a calm mind on the ground. It is so transparent and crystal hard, but when it comes to gentle or hot water, it will dissolve and turn into salty pearl tears. However, how many beauty of the world of mortals have been drowned and destroyed by the boundless ocean in the world of mortals? How many butterflies and peacocks have been killed? Force them to fly southward. Standing on the broken bridge for thousands of years, I would like to turn you into a grain of salt and melt in your infatuated gentleness. Walking in the prosperous world, I would like to turn you into a grain of salt, dissolved in your deep heart. Penetrating time and space, staring at the deep salt of ancient well, picking up the hardship and admiration of that place. In the illusion, I waved to you at the horizon. How many years have passed? How many stars have been deposited? How much hard sweat has it solidified? The dazzling glittering and clear writing of the vicissitudes of life. How many lines blown by the wind have been crushed? How many sharp points have been smoothed? Touching the shiny and smooth iron, stone and wood tools, one by one seemed to tell me the long-standing diligence and wisdom. Looking back and looking far away, a dull voice came from the end of the world. Look, those pairs of strong hands are forging the eternal glory. The magnificent pure white, holding your tears and sweat, walked through the four seasons and mountains and rivers. Through the wind and rain, through the towns and villages, until today. Please don’t forget that our blood contains the hopes and dreams of our ancestors. Salt, the soul of salt! Of life elf. On the hazy shore of clouds and mist, I became a grain of salt, salty and white, flowing gently in your blood …… in the cold winter, I played a deep song of salt for you. How about adding salt to our love?

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