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Manuscript by the famous young essayist Hu Zhufeng.
Sunny, May 18, 2021
Breakfast list to see Bao Luo powder, do not know what to do, feel strange, want a copy. When I brought it up, it turned out to be soup powder, which was slightly thicker than rice noodles.
Powder is good, good at home. The method is homely, the seasoning is homely, and the mood of eating is also homely. There are good fans everywhere, Changsha, Chengdu, Kunming, Nanning, Hefei... The height of the powder depends on the soup. I prefer pork bone broth and chicken broth, simmering over low heat and then adding two pieces of cured meat to freshen. The toppings are different, the taste is full of trees and flowers, and the rich and light are suitable.
The toppings I ate were braised beef, sauerkraut, and a few diced bamboo shoots. The powder line is white and soft, delicate and weak, but the entrance is quite chewy, smooth and fragrant, the soup is also good, it is a slightly spicy red soup, which has a thick taste and does not lose its simplicity. This powder is the most abundant in Baoluo Town, Wenchang City, so it is named after the place. Wenchang diet has eaten Wenchang chicken several times, the meat is fine and soft, the skin is crisp and crispy, and the smoothness is abnormal. Wenchang chicken is famous all over the world, holding Luo Powder like a pipa half-covered face, hidden in the deep boudoir people do not know.
Hainan is famous, the first is the end of the world.
The sky is endless, the sea has no horns, but there is a place in the human world that is the end of the world. This is the state of mind of man. The end of heaven and the corner of the earth are far away, but there is a place in the human world that is the end of the world or the cape. It is still the state of mind of man, and it can be known that the human heart is infinite.
Sitting on the seashore, the sunset faintly fell in the west, dyed half a day like fire, the fire burned to the surface of the sea, and the water and sky were brilliant. The waves lapped over, and the splash of water splashed across the beach, too late to avoid, and the upper of the shoe was already mostly wet. The tide retreated into the sea as if ashamed, and the whiskers rolled over and over, repeated and tireless.
Most of the stones at the end of the world are pale, and the surrounding area is rugged, like a turtle shell like a dragon scale, and the hand caresses it like a thorn, which is solemn and solemn. After seeing the miscellaneous stones, I suspected that it was a relic left in the human world by Nüwa Refining Stones to supplement the heavens. Those stones are huge, and the beauty is indescribable. Some people don't think so, thinking that it is only a few square stones. Bodhisattvas are nothing more than wood or stone or mud, and because of human beings, with the form of a bodhisattva, people will kneel and worship. The same is true of the stones at the end of the world, and the people at the end of the world come to see the end of the world.
Today's people come to the ends of the earth to be idle, and the ancients were often in distress. Not only Su Dongpo, but also Li Deyu, Zhao Ding, Lu Duoxun, Hu Quan...
The day when someone fell into distress and the golden phoenix returned to the nest, a willow dark flower was kept. Some people are in trouble, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is no vitality, and they end up depressed. Lu Duoxun, the minister of the early Song Dynasty, was demoted to Yazhou, died of illness in Shuinan Village, and lamented on his deathbed, before he was in a high position, he responded to everything, and now he is going to die in this distant place, only the wild grass is haunting. Lu Doxun's father lived frugally at home, and after his son became noble, he became more and more luxurious, and he was sad and unhappy, saying that the generations of Confucianism, the wealth suddenly came, and he did not know where he would be buried in the future.
Shuinan Village is still there, those frustrated and proud people come and go, those fishing boats that return with full loads or nothing come and go, and time is reduced to the past in the comings and goings. Men and women and children of the village sit around gossiping, not knowing what is ancient, but knowing that this day and night are happy. The enmity, honor and disgrace have become clouds, only the daily circulation of the past is endless, and the scene in Ludoson's poem is still there:
There are several fishermen and cultivators in the green forest of Bishan Mountain, and the potatoes that climb up the fence have leaves in spring. Summer has arrived, and the betel nuts that surround the house have blossomed. Hounds go into the mountains to hunt wild boars and elk, and boats filled with fish and shrimp sail home to the garden. Parrots nest in knotted coconut trees for their home, partridges chirp in the bamboo forest, bamboo shoots are everywhere, families are self-sufficient, and grain harvests are harvested.
The old house in Yazhou is extremely short, with many columns and beams, in order to resist the pressure to avoid typhoons. Several late Qing Dynasty national houses, the walls are made of green bricks, the window eaves have wood carvings, and there is nobility in simplicity. On the pillars under the eaves, the incense sticks of the two red peach green leaves on the left and right are for the east to become the west. People's livelihood is difficult, and ordinary people like to seek a consummation and a wish.
The sun is like a waterfall, the sun is shining, the afternoon car crosses the island of Zhouzhou, a small mountain range separates Qiongnan qiongbei, the climate is very different, the culture is different.
In the afternoon, I arrived in Wanning. There were gardeners irrigating the trees downstairs, and the water rushed through the trees to beat the plantains, and the roar was like a spring, and three or five passers-by walked by in a hurry.
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