There are only three glasses of wine
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"Tobacco and alcohol, down the mountain tiger also." This is a family discipline. There are nearly ten maternal uncles, and there are seven or eight paternal uncles, and none of them are tiger heroes. It sounds as clean as it sounds, but it's not. The great aunt has gone through all the vicissitudes, occasionally accompanied people to drink, excellent demeanor, a lamp in hand, left and right, and not ugly. Mom basically does not drink, when she meets Daqing, she also takes two sips, and her face does not change color. There was only one "May Day" festival factory dinner, she did not know that she was seriously ill, and others did not know that her mother was in pain after drinking, and the smellers shed tears. We were all in the mountains. It was the first and last time Mom got drunk.
The younger sister was frugal by nature and regarded wine as a luxury. On the day of the wedding, people consciously took care of the lady, only besieged the groom, she jumped out to relieve the siege for the groom, only so occasionally exposed, the attackers were invincible, and the harvested rice bales fell like a large piece. Even her master, the accountant nicknamed The Old Wine Fairy, was helped home by several people, shouting all the way: "Enjoy! Enjoyable!
The brother inherited his father's wine, took a sip of beer, straight red eyelids, drunk all over, in fact, not confused. My sister and I grew up with my grandmother's cup of wine, and our tutors were extremely harsh, and we hated tobacco and alcohol, but we were not respected.
When he was fair, he did not smile, and when he was young, he heard a cough and scurried, although he never shouted loudly and did not add sticks. Grandpa has little comfort in his old age, and although there are many children under his knees, there are capitalists who are jealous and have drawn a clear line; there are those who are unable to protect themselves; and there are those who have not heard from taiwan for a long time. So every day at noon a small cup of sorghum, on the upper half of the water, enjoy themselves. When the eyebrows of the old man hung upside down, the cheeks were red, and the tip of the little beard was tilted interestingly, my sister and I lay on the table and took the opportunity to clean the battlefield on my grandfather's plate. At this time, Grandpa did not knock off our chopsticks, and admired us blatantly with hazy old eyes. Grandpa made a good dish, but unfortunately only cooked his appetizers. Even if you fry a poached egg, you have to cook it yourself, and make me and my grandmother turn around. He went to the dining room with trembling hands, and threw down a salt pot, a pepper bottle, a stove fan, and a pot lid, so that the old grandmother could clean up with hatred, every day.
During the "Cultural Revolution", my grandmother was also old, and I sipped a little with my grandfather every day. I always pretended to dip my lips from her hand, making my tongue wipe away tears, and my grandmother, who loved me deeply, was overjoyed. Mom and Grandma are both melancholy, and there are very few times when they are really happy. I loved to see them smile so much, it was the sunshine of my childhood.
In this way, I seemed to understand what wine was. First of all, we must treat people as they are old, and their hearts are full of many emotions. Because the old people use wine to volatilize something, precipitate something.
It is not only sorrow that is forgotten, but also joy that is remembered.
When I went to the countryside, I often "da ton" with my companions and "fought with the peasants". Chinese's exhortation is unique in the world, and like the forced confession letters of the Cultural Revolution, many people obeyed. Because I don't like alcohol, I pretend to be drunk first every time. My friends pitied me for being skinny and skinny, and they all protected me, and in the end they were fortunate to keep me to clean up the mess. Unfortunately, when asked the next day, everyone "slept without destroying the wine" and did not remember it.
I still remember the group's visit to West Germany, the embassy banquet. I don't know how big the ambassador's official is, but I just feel that the man is very straight and has no shelf, and under the sway of this table, he is caught three cups of Maotai in a row. The ambassador did not forget that he was Chinese, but the lady toasted, recognized, and indeed poured three cups. The head of the delegation came to stop me and said that the ambassador would then attend an important event. I was surprised that I was arguing clearly and fiercely. In fact, the three glasses of liquor I drank were the mineral water I hated the most. Isn't the ambassador much happier than me spitting out lime-smelling bubbles like goldfish?
I also often long to get drunk once, at least to the extent that my grandfather is drunk. Also because I have written a few lines of poetry, it is not very suitable for the national situation not to spray some wine on it. But as soon as the wine glass touched its lips, it became disgusted and reluctantly took a few sips, as if someone could no longer hold the throat. A friend from out of town came as a guest and invited several friends of suffering to accompany him on a wild trip. Say good collective drunk once. Use the wine as a lie detector to see what is still hidden in everyone's heart. Five people carry ten bottles of wine. Drink from morning to evening, and finally fill the cool stream with bottles, and your feet and shoes and socks are soaked in water. Just a little crazy, returning to cross a single wooden bridge, no one lost his foot. Can't help but sigh: not being drunk is also a big regret in life.
Finally, one of my twenty-year-old companions was allowed to go abroad, and I reluctantly drank a few more drinks for him, my head still resting on my shoulders. After he was gone, we gathered again to drink, which made us feel really empty. That man is the soul of our partner, and his strong, gentle and life-loving nature has always been our mirror. It was he who led me to find the temple of poetry, and later he studied piano and oil painting, none of which became famous, but they made us laugh incessantly.
While we frequently toasted the departing people, we went to the snack shop downstairs to drink.
For the first time, I didn't think that the wine was a descending tiger, perhaps because it had gone down the mountain, not as open as it seemed from a distance. But I was still confused until one by one I hit the table and sang. The girl who took me to the ferry, one foot high and one foot low, told me in a singing voice that she had been in love with the friend for many years, that all four of them had longed for him, but that he claimed to be a celibacy.
After this day, although I was not drunk, I had gastritis complicated by gastritis due to alcohol, and I ate liquid and semi-liquid for a whole month. The doctor strictly ordered that he should no longer drink alcohol, and he was also tortured by stomach pain, and he never drank alcohol from then on.
Alas, I had to wait for the old age to come. Thankfully, the period is not far away.
About the author: Shu Ting, formerly known as Gong Peiyu, was born in Shima Town, Longhai, Fujian Province, a Chinese female poet and representative of the Obscure Poetry School. He is good at introspection of self-emotional rhythm, and especially shows the unique sensitivity of women in catching complex and meticulous emotional experiences, and has won the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award, the National Young and Middle-Aged Outstanding Poetry Works Award, and his representative works include "Shu Ting Anthology" and "This Is Everything".
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