Do snakes eat mosquitoes?
A fish, sometimes, must have many ideals. When it dies, it will be made into fresh fish soup or steamed, and it will also have an ideal, which is the ideal of people who eat fish. Think about it, why did Zhou Xingxing say that "there is no ideal in life, which is different from salted fish"?
Salted fish, salted with strong salt, may go bad. All fish species are salty. What kind of salty taste is it? Therefore, salted fish and fresh fish cannot be compared. Salted fish is fried and smoked. In contrast, it seems less ideal.
I think I'm right. I seldom eat salted fish, so I agreed to my suggestion. But not satisfied with Baidu, I found that salted fish has a different taste.
Salted fish can't escape the bad luck of teasing villains. There is a joke to prove it: there is such a family, and the family is very poor. One day, my father went out to buy two salted fish and hung them on the beam of the dining room when he came back. Since then, every day when the whole family eats, there is only rice on the table, and they look up at the salted fish every bite. On this day, when eating, my son took a bite of rice, which was really hard to swallow. He couldn't help glancing at the salted fish. His father was furious and slapped the table and scolded: little beast, I'm not afraid of salty death!
Cantonese people like to say "salted fish turn over", which means the same as "phoenix nirvana", but it is not the same in essence. Phoenix was born as a "phoenix fetus" and also the king of birds in reincarnation. The salted fish turns over, which means that once the villain succeeds, he suddenly turns over, but it is difficult to guarantee what will happen afterwards.
Just looking at the real salted fish, it is also very particular about doing it. It is best to make it with herring salt, clean it, scale it, chop its head and cut it into large pieces. Sprinkle even salt, sprinkle one or two pieces of high-alcohol liquor, stuff some ginger slices, put them in a basin for a few days, and dry them when the sun is fine until the meat is slightly yellow and reddish. Amber is the best. Take a fish, cut it into small pieces, put it in a white porcelain bowl, add yellow wine, ginger and garlic, add a little soy sauce and vegetarian, and finally add two spoonfuls of Laoganma hot sauce, and steam it on an electric rice cooker when cooking. This kind of salted fish, "tastes like it, but feels fat and tender in the belly and tough and dry in the back." A salted fish and a few wisps of green vegetables can ensure that you finish a bowl of fragrant and waxy white rice. I haven't eaten it, but I can feel it when I read. Suddenly, I understood that what I thought before was a misunderstanding. Salted fish cake, salted fish tofu, salted fish soup, salted fish eggplant ... the list goes on. "Qing Qian" recorded Jin Shengtan's last letter saying: "Look at the words, pickles and soybeans are eaten together and taste like walnuts. When this law is passed, I have no regrets! " Passing on Tujia recipes as last words shows that although he is a great talent, he is also a man of heart. The taste of salted fish is not only related to this.
What is the ideal of salted fish?
Think about it, you shouldn't be so cruel to salted fish. We often say that salted fish has no ideal, perhaps because he has no ideal of others, and salted fish has his own ideas.
He didn't know he was going to be made into salted fish when he was alive, so he lived a free and happy life like other fish, let alone for the time being. Even after being made into salted fish, who doesn't fantasize that people like Jin Shengtan, Tao Yuanming and Li Bai like nostalgia? Imagine Tao Yuanming's song "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely seeing Nanshan". I guess he must have drunk chrysanthemum wine and eaten salted fish and cabbage, otherwise he wouldn't be so carefree and free and easy.
When I was a child watching TV, there was a "mayor who loved rotten eggs". Because of his status as mayor, rotten eggs became popular in the market overnight. They are neither smelly nor salty, nor authentic. Like salted fish, both of them have become moderately popular. Some people may say that no matter how good salted fish is, it is impossible to be elegant. In fact, there are several examples to talk about. Zhu Da's freehand brushwork fish is very similar to salted fish. Hehe, it's not insulting the villagers, but "hanging" means donkey. It's not bad to put your name on it, and you can eat salted fish every day, which is naturally inspiring. Also, many modern oil paintings, sketches and watercolors have the shadow of salted fish: dried and hung on the wall or stump. The color changed to cool silver gray, and I suddenly remembered a painting in Ashes of Time, which showed that there were only a few straw houses in the desert where the Middle East Association lived, and a few stumps were counted in bits and pieces, on which salted fish must be hung, otherwise there would be no sigh of "crossing this desert or desert", and salted fish became elegant at the most appropriate time and place.
Maybe it's a nonsense "the ideal of salted fish" Many people name their websites or websites: salted fish, and some simply call it the ideal of salted fish. On the contrary, humorous and free-spirited hype is also a gift and a love for salted fish.
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Negative retreat
[There is an inn]
Negative retreat
The bleak mountain found a quiet place and wanted to sleep.
However, a flock of birds flew over and landed on a stone above his head, twittering and making him feel trance.
A piece of auspicious clouds flew by, and the clouds changed endlessly. I can't see what it is, and the desolate mountain cries, Who's coming?
The birds sang more vigorously, but the clouds still didn't respond.
The bleak mountain thinks something is wrong and plans to go home.
But he couldn't stand up.
"It's better to go home"
"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan"
"Go back and come back"
"But, through these clouds, how do I know which corner of the mountain it is facing?"
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Spend the next year.
[There is an inn]
In my impression, off-year is to send a good word to Kitchen God. If I miss tonight, it will be only 30 nights.
So I can always think of my mother burning the back of the kitchen god alone. I watched from the back, and when my mother left, I would go over and kneel down, without praying or wishing. In short, I think it will be useful.
After leaving home, I suddenly lost my feeling of youth, and my ears were full of whistling wind and fidgety voices.
The wind is at midnight. After working overtime, I walked down the street and went home. The wind roared past.
The sound is a noisy city, and the dark crowd is full of New Year's agitation.
Since last year, the city has started to set off firecrackers.
In this way, the crackling sound is even more disturbing.
Before work, everyone clamored to go home for jiaozi. After the off-year, our hearts have already flown.
Listening to the firecrackers, my heart was in a mess.
A year has passed, and I have nothing to do. It seems that there are many things to be done at once, and there are many things to find, but it seems that I can't find them all. ...
It turns out that Chinese New Year is very scary!
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Celebrate the Spring Festival
[There is an inn]
The more I think about it, the more I remember one of my favorite things to do during the China New Year:
On the evening of 30th, take out the burnt paper, fold it into long strips, make three copies, and calculate the money.
Then 12, New Year greetings, firecrackers, and jiaozi. I ran outside and burned a piece of yellow paper for all the "fetishes" at home, thanking them for their hard work for a year and praying for a long New Year.
Gates, small doors, doors and windows, balconies;
Trees, pig nests and chicken nests; Fang Mao;
Television, table, bed, ...
Later, my father raised flowers, and I burned more flowers every year.
Then I bought a motorcycle and put it at home. I burn more for it every year.
……
After I left home, I went home less and less, and I didn't know what was added at home, so I burned some more every time, thinking about everything, wobbling, and burned it out in one year.
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The next day, the cable car flew over Mount Emei, and there was no mystery.
[There is an inn]
The cable car is fast, and it would be better to slow down!
This is a rare excitement, a little excitement.
The cable car goes directly to Emei Wannian Temple. Below is the dense forest of Emei Mountain. There are also some criss-crossing grass ditches, and there are no roads.
But I can't feel the mystery of Mount Emei.
I have always liked the legend of Mount Emei, White Snake, Emei Sect, Shushan, Immortal, Tsui Hark, Hehe, right or wrong, and I can think of many things, but all I really saw was a mountain and tourists queuing up to take the cable car.
You can feel the feeling of a fairy walking around in a cable car, but it feels strange, like eating western food in armor.
Emei Mountain is very big, stretching for thousands of miles. In fact, it is full of charm, but the talent is too small to see.
When I arrived at Wannian Temple, I felt that I was just a tourist. Nothing on the mountain can be taken away or appreciated.
Emei Mountain is an important place of Buddhism with a long history and is said to be very effective. I like Buddhism, but I'm not a Buddhist.
Believing in Buddhism requires more self-integration, while liking Buddhism requires a state of mind.
Wannian Temple is said to have originated from Emperor Wanli, but no one has studied it carefully. Visiting the mountain, what attracted her was her flat brick temple, which was all arched with bricks and a square building with a dome above and below. There are white flowers inside and outside, which are very exotic. The bronze statue of Pu Xian wishing king, with a white elephant weighing 62 tons, is also very imposing. I couldn't help touching the elephant's back, which helped.
In the afternoon, everyone clamored to go to Monkey Mountain, saying that monkeys would breed freely there and climb on people's backs when they saw people. In India, cows are highly respected by Buddhists. I didn't expect monkeys to be king in Emei. I didn't go because I didn't think there was anything to see about monkeys.
Then I left Emei in a hurry.
Later, I learned that Emei Mountain was beautiful, but I didn't see it. Imagine a poem by Li Bai:
"When I was in the Three Gorges in Badong, I watched the western bright moon and remembered Emei.
Emei rises in the moon and shines on the sea, just like Wan Li. "
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On the first afternoon, I touched the head of Leshan Giant Buddha.
[There is an inn]
In the afternoon, I saw Leshan Giant Buddha.
Leshan Giant Buddha was called "Maitreya Buddha" and "Jiading Giant Buddha" in ancient times, which is very different from the smiling Maitreya Buddha we usually see. This is something I didn't know before, just like Guanyin, who was clearly a male in Buddhist scriptures, became a female bodhisattva in China. The Maitreya Buddha we often see is a cloth bag monk of the Five Dynasties, with a big belly and a smile. Contrary to the Maitreya Buddha in front of us. Leshan Giant Buddha is made at the back of the mountain, and it is kind-hearted, slender and elegant. Just in front of the intersection of Minjiang River, Dadu River and Qingyi River, it also has a panoramic view of the world.
It's just that the hair, eyes and eyebrows have been painted, and there is no vicissitudes. A little more kindness and charm. It's a lie to say that charm is real. People who really believe in Buddhism dare not talk nonsense like this, but I always feel that charm is the clearest attitude, and people look very secular in front of Buddha.
Because there are many people in front of the giant Buddha. The Buddha has no finger, and people are scrambling to take photos. As if trying to prove his whereabouts, but failed to understand the mysterious cause and effect.
Maitreya is the Buddha of the future, the successor of Sakyamuni now, and in charge of future peace. The body is full of hope, and Leshan Giant Buddha is more attractive. A mountain is a Buddha, and a Buddha is a mountain. Facing the wind and rain in Sanjiang, the giant Buddha has already weathered the wind and rain. From the prosperous Tang Dynasty to the present, in the eyes of the Buddha, what is the difference between everything in the world and ants crawling around his huge body?
When I saw the Buddha's head on the mountain, I saw people lined up with the help of the police. This is very strange. Later, I learned that it was a group of people walking along the path to the foot of the giant Buddha. Due to the rugged mountain road and huge crowd, I had to queue up to enter in batches. The police were dressed in uniforms, surrounded by tourists, and some were still fighting for positions and even fighting.
Before Future III, before A Big Belly Can Hold the World, people chatted bored.
I haven't got rid of vulgarity either. I took some photos, and then lined up for two hours to go to Buddhism for a temporary hug to prove that I was alone.
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The first morning on the plane
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In the air, floating clouds, a deep blue.
Because on the plane.
The plane flew very steadily, so I didn't feel anything for the first time.
At the moment when the plane left the ground, there was something strange. My heart hung up, but it disappeared again. Just like what you always dreamed of, it suddenly came, without a clue, maybe not ready, maybe not what you really wanted.
Just like when I first saw the sea, I am not excited about the sea now.
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Dungaman
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Mcdull is happy, but the shit catcher is black. Using black actually means I'm lazy. Mcdull and dung man are both grass roots, but the innocence of mcdull shows us hope and truth. And fishermen? Unlike McDull, the shit fisherman is sad from beginning to end. They use toilet paper as a scarf and chamber pot as a hat, moving in the sewer. They yearn for the sea, but they are worried about being washed away by the rapids every day. They are afraid to go to Singapore, because they will be imprisoned if they don't observe hygiene (including defecation) in Singapore. They will also fall in love, but they will always be trampled mercilessly, watching the darkness of the sewer and lonely thoughts. Maybe they have all the sadness and pain you can think of and can't think of. But they are in pain and happy. They set up their own Dienis paradise in the sewer to spend their Christmas; They rushed into the sea, were eaten by big fish and came back to life; They were crushed to pieces and increased a lot after recovery. It's just that this fragility of happiness and hope makes me feel distressed, because their hopes are far away, because their world is doomed to be black?
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Hunger and habit
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Suddenly, I was hungry and my stomach was uncomfortable. This feeling continues, and I refuse to stop. After thinking for a long time, I can't think of anything to eat in the office. I'm depressed. . . I had to surf the internet crazily, let the blood swim between my eyes and fingers, and forget my stomach for a while.
I remember this time, I must be eating, and life in the restaurant is irregular. Go to work at 7 o'clock in the morning, start eating breakfast at 9 o'clock or 10, and have lunch until 2: 30, or have no time to eat at all. If it is an afternoon shift, so much the better. I go to work for dinner at four or five, and the second meal is usually in the middle of the night. It's not special for me to open the refrigerator at two o'clock in the morning and eat chicken legs. I don't know what the habit of two years represents, but my stomach remembers it. He reminded me that this is the life I am used to.
I used to take the so-called "three days fishing and two days drying nets" class, and I often laughed at myself, saying that I might be used to not being able to return to the romantic days of nine to five weekends. Then I changed it, and it went smoothly. I think it's nothing, so I boast that I can adapt to all working environments and enjoy it. Now I'm hungry to 10, only to know that the original law of life is not so easy to change. Life brings us not only halo, envy and tickets, but also the habit of staying quietly. The good and the bad are all past lives. Don't shy away, don't pretend, don't forget, don't force yourself, try not to be hungry when you are hungry.
Change means new habits. All the habits make up me now.
You can't eat spicy chicken wings with fragrance because you are not used to it.
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Think more.
[There is an inn]
..... you said I thought too much.
..... and you said I was thinking too much.
..... You mean me? ...
But why do you think so much, why do you think so much, why do you care so much about what others think, why do you care about what others think, what others think of themselves, and why. . .
I miss others because I don't trust them or because I care about them. I miss what others think of me, because I am not confident or have expectations; I miss what others think of others, because I don't understand and have no association.
There is a very good boy pursuing me, a university teacher. We met in real life, and then we chatted online several times, which was also very speculative. Then speaking of feelings, he said that he broke up with his ex-girlfriend because the girl had been lying to him and refused to change her mind. Later, every time he dated her, he couldn't help but check the short messages on his girlfriend's mobile phone, and often found clues from the undeleted short messages. Finally, he developed. So his name on Q is "Glass Ball Man". He said that because he began to feel that the feelings between people were like glass balls, so fragile, lacking in trust and easily broken. What he said may be very normal. It's simple. I was a little scared after listening to it. I wonder if he will become suspicious, and so will his next girlfriend. How sensitive, how afraid of being hurt. I haven't spoken to him for a long time after that day. Actually, it may not be a big deal.
But I will think more.
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Life is an illusion.
[There is an inn]
Annie has a novel of the same name. At the time of reading, the focus of my livelihood was still in the restaurant. I have this book in my bag when I go to work every day. In case of traffic jam, take it out and turn a few pages. I still think this is the essential difference between me and my colleagues who make a living in restaurants.
Usually, when the sky turns white, I will turn on loud music, drink a large coke, find a comfortable chair to spread out my books, and my heart is like a wet vine, climbing long to an obscure street in distant Shanghai.
Life is an illusion, what is not an illusion? Love, hope, disappointment and everything. Grow up slowly, get used to it, learn slowly, and accept that it is really just an illusion. Happiness is like fireworks. After it blooms, it spreads out and disappears into a shadow in my heart, which I can't catch or stay. Only the sudden pain is left, and in my heart, I refuse to go.
Don't call me pessimistic, because I have never really despaired. A face of tears, turned around, but it was full of beautiful spring. But I gradually began to believe that life is just an illusion, and so are love, hope and disappointment. Why not?
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abuse
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There is something wrong with the machine in the planning department, so I can't get online. Later, it was online, so slow that even Google couldn't open it. I don't know whose computer is poisoned, but everyone scolds: damn Great Wall Broadband!
After scolding, the system was not good, so I found an artist to redo the system, which was slow, so I chatted. Two men, one me, and those two idiots from other places talked about Qingdao without a few words. There is nothing interesting, and in a small city, it is very family-like, with poor cleaning and no nightlife. Without a good word, I forgot to sit next to me However, these two men insisted that Qingdao was a dead man. They are irrefutable and unwilling, and think that these people really have no quality. Why don't you go back to your hometown when you say Qingdao is not good? The man with a small black head left his wife and children at home and ran out by himself. The other forgot that he was half a Qingdao native. Later, in by going up one flight of stairs, he began to say that there were no beauties in Qingdao. He said he was ugly and walked on his high horse. Damn it! But I kept my mouth shut and pretended not to hear. Also asked: What's wrong with my machine? Can't it shut down automatically? Make a determined effort in my heart, and divorce when I tell you to go back!
At noon, I sent blackheads out to buy steamed buns, and when I ate them, I took a hard bite and thought, Damn Wuhan people! !
After eating, um, another afternoon, thinking that this day can't be lived:)