The years are silent and full of joy - all in the three knives of the three honeys

Time passed, like a white colt passing through the gap, walking so without a trace, taking away a lot of things. A flower fell, knocked down half a cent of spring color, a meteor, fell three minutes of night, a roll of water splash, lost seven points of mountain color. Time is always running, the sea is always rising and falling, and the water in the small river is always running day and night. When I was a child, I looked forward to growing up, and when I grew up, I missed my childhood. Happiness is not around, but every stage is a golden time.

Unconsciously smelling the sweetness in the air, I can't help but buy and taste, eating the three knives of Jinsan Absolute Honey, the good taste that blooms in the mouth, cleanses the cold in this early autumn thought, from the mouth into the heart, sweet and warm heart. Speaking of the Three Knives of Honey, it is said that during the Northern Song Dynasty, when Su Dongpo was in Xuzhou as Zhizhou, he had a close relationship with the hermit Zhang Shanren on Yunlong Mountain, and often met with poetry and wine. One day, Su Dongpo and Zhang Shanren drank and wrote poems on the crane pavilion, Su Dongpo drew a newly obtained treasure knife, tested the knife on the bluestone next to the well bar of the drinking crane spring, and slashed three times in a row, leaving three deep knife marks on the big bluestone, Su Dongpo was very happy. At this time, the attendant sent tea pastries, there is a newly made honey cake is very delicious, but there is no name yet, friends asked Su Dongpo to name the dim sum, he saw that there are also three floating knife marks on the surface of the pastry, casually replied: "Honey three knives are also." Nowadays, it is especially popular in the long-established "Tsu Sanjie" system.

The flowers bloom wordlessly, and the years are silent. Human life is only once, do not feel too much about the passing of time. Grasp and cherish the present, and slowly you will find that although time is merciless, what is buried in the depths of the years is growth. Time flies, and I only wish the years were quiet.