Wine words

I have never seen Grandpa’s father, and I don’t know whether he drinks or not. Anyway, Grandpa likes drinking, and what he drinks is greedy wine. In the early years, the family had a hard life, so they went to the cooperative to buy a bottle of braised pork cans and make dumplings. The whole family was just like the new year. At this moment, Grandpa couldn’t go to the table, as if something hadn’t been done yet. Grandma saw through grandpa’s mind: old stuff, why didn’t you go to the table, and thought about the cat pee (wine) again? At this time, Grandpa seemed to have got the permission. The shrimp found half a bottle of wine at the foot of the wall with his waist, leaned to the table happily, poured a cup and sipped it beautifully, when he noticed that his grandmother was angry at him, he spoke eloquently: dumpling wine, dumpling wine, eating dumplings without drinking, is equal to feeding the dog for nothing. It made us almost happy. After a few mouthfuls of wine, Grandpa’s face smiled into a chrysanthemum. I didn’t study carefully, and I couldn’t find out where people invented wine in which generation. But medicine had to admit that drinking wine to a moderate level had the effect of strengthening the body. My grandfather was addicted to wine all his life, and didn’t die out until he was over 80 years old. The Forest Farm has a small population, so it is just a big land. In the cold winter season, there was a big smoke outside the window, and several old fellows were sitting on the heated kang chatting. When the woman brought a pot of stewed vegetables to the kang table, the elder brothers had to drink a few mouthfuls, otherwise it seemed that something was missing. They chatted while drinking, chatting, chatting, and then talked back to their fighting years when they just came to the forest area. They have experienced the revolution for most of their lives in this mountain. They all know clearly where there are ditches and obstacles in the deep mountains around the forest farm, the endless mountains have left footprints of their lives. As for other things, they couldn’t talk about anything new. I was really called scenery at that time. I drove a small train alone and could pull the wood of more than 30 cars, just like a long dragon. At that time, you were all small workers beating branches. Lao Zhou said proudly. Lao Zhao was anxious: What’s wrong with beating the branches? Don’t be awesome. When I was a chainsaw hand, you didn’t even know that it was burning oil. You even stuffed branches into the chainsaw. The joy of everyone turned back and forth, gulping down the wine in the bowl. Nowadays, city dwellers also drink, which is much more elegant than forest farms. The restaurants and restaurants in the city were called ostentation and extravagance. During The Wine banquet, cups were pushed and cups were exchanged, and the ordinary and trifling people suddenly became bold; The dull people magically became sharp-tongued. People with bright mouths are spitting out insincere words. Even if there were some festivals in the past, they would call themselves brothers and brothers, hug their necks and waist, and at the same time, the emperor and I were all bright, when to cook wine, talk about the warm atmosphere of heroes. When I first came to work in the city, I didn’t drink any wine, but as a clerk, I had to make a place. This man said: wine is the medium of communication. If you don’t drink it, you will look down upon everyone. So I drank for the first time. The man said: wine is the essence of grain, and the more you drink, the younger you will be. I drank the second cup half by half. As time passes, the factor of good wine is deposited in my body like my grandfather in the early years. When I saw the wine, it would resist fatigue. When the wine was drunk into my body, it would invade my soul. When he was slightly tipsy, he forgot his annoyance and sorrow. His self-esteem, which was castrated to the last breath, unexpectedly returned to the Sun, blankly denounced the characters and talked about life, the potential inferiority in the bones began to show up again. When I got drunk and went back home, I shook around. My wife just wanted to nag a few words, then I said profiteering: You know nothing. Wine is my father, and dishes are my mother. Drinking to death is better than shooting. My wife no longer cares about me: drink it, drink it to death! People sell you, and you count money for them! At present, people have given new connotation to wine, and bath buildings and wine shops have become the symbols of modern civilization. Nowadays, men know much, but they say that senior officials are immortals. If one day I accidentally got together to drink with some amazing immortal, although I had a lot of lackeys during the dinner, I would say to everyone when I went out: I drank with XXX again last night, he and I drank several cups, which made me terrible. I had no choice but not to drink.. So-and-so immortal naturally became his capital to brag and show off. It seems that the function of this wine can’t be underestimated. Wine plays different roles with whom to drink, where to drink and for what purpose. No wonder someone says: in officialdom, wine is the second biggest killer after beauty. Since ancient times, people have divided wine, color and wealth into a family: wealth is as follows: Tiger Mountain, wine is like poison through intestines, and color is like steel knife for scraping bones. What’s the matter? This mellow wine turned out to be a poison for piercing intestines. The drinkers cried secretly in private. After breaking it, he said that wine is absolutely a good thing. When friends get together, drinking is a great event; Drinking alone under the moon is an elegant event; Drinking with beautiful women is an affair. How can we say that drinking is not a good thing. In ancient times, many scholars and scholars were destined for wine. Li Bai claimed himself to be an Immortal in wine, and his life was accompanied by wine. The cause of his death was also said to be drowned because of fishing for the moon in the water after drinking, which was really elegant. Xin Qiji of Song Dynasty said, “If you want a good poem, you must have a deep wine glass. He wrote in the West River Moon: Last night, Song Bian was drunk and asked me how I was drunk. I only suspected that I was going to help me. I pushed song with my hand and said, “Go. It’s so cute to get drunk. Last summer, I went back to the forest farm to visit my mother. In the evening, my childhood playmate er Zhu invited me to his house to have a drink. I didn’t refuse. My partner who grew up together couldn’t be false. The sun had already passed the mountain, and the whole yard was flushed with sunset glow. Sitting under the Dingzi tree in front of Erzhu’s house, it was cool and cozy. We ate a plate of salted duck eggs which were covered with oil beads and a pot of fried beans stewed with preserved meat. We drank a lot of small soya wine produced by the forest farm, which was really a kind of enjoyment. ER Zhu and I sat on the ground, without polite affections and false airs. We opened our hearts and recalled the old things in our childhood. At the entrance of a few cups of sweet and delicious food, our curled memory was seduced by drinking power, just like turning around and returning to the young years, playing and fighting, dreams and longings lingered around. The speaker was Frank and the listener was unique. The second pillar raised a toast and I drank it out. At this moment, my heart was no longer desolate. I had already thrown vanity and unhappiness to the other side of the mountain. Indeed, wine can make people bold and intelligent, and can make people open-minded and noble; Wine can also make people violent and stupid, and can also make people despicable and vulgar; it can make our life more colorful, and also make our surroundings become filthy and profiteering. Oh, wine. Zhu dunru Zeng said: Don’t be fascinated by flowers, don’t be trapped by wine. Since I was associated with wine, I was out of control. Although I was not sophisticated with wine, I found the overrelaxation of being drunk. Although I was not fascinated by flowers, I was sleepy for wine. I want to put aside fame and wealth and bring back the once quiet heart in this graceful and extraordinary atmosphere. Author’s brief introduction Xia Yujun, pen name: Northern woodcutter, member of Writers Association of Heilongjiang province, works in state taxation bureau of Friendship district, Yichun city, Heilongjiang province. He has created literature since 1980 s and published Xing’an prose collection “Xing’an memory”, inspirational prose collection “lighten the heart lamp” and the novel “people in the mountains”. Articles are scattered in publications such as People’s Literature, Yanhe, contemporary people, Liaohe literature and years, and some articles are reprinted by magazines such as readers.

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