-Lin Qingxuan
There are many beautiful things in the world that can be sealed, slowly brewed and savored, such as love, such as warmth, such as autumn.
Every season has its beauty. However, the seasons change, the years are seamless, and some things are quietly passing away. When you see its grand arrival, it means that it has already left. Knowing that autumn is coming, it is the mottled bright sunshine on the floor of the glass window when I get up in the morning, the fragrant osmanthus when I walk through the park, and the colorful fruits and vegetables in the market.
In the season of fruity fragrance, I bought fresh fruits and made blueberry wine and yellow peach wine. When I cut a yellow peach, I found that its heart was red. I was stunned. The scarlet peach pit soaked the flesh like blood, and I ate so many yellow peaches. Why didn't I see a red heart? Why did I meet it when I was making wine today? Is it to let me brew and seal it with its fiery passion?
I carefully lifted the pulp with a knife, put it in a glass jar, put in a small amount of Sydney rock sugar and jujube nectar, and finally poured in rice wine. With the lid closed, I was in a daze with the peach pit, and I didn't know what to do with it. The red peach pit lay in my palm, feeling that it was a beating heart.
There is a beautiful story about the peach pit. Writer Jia Pingwa got a peach from his grandmother when he was a child. After eating the peach, grandma asked him to put the peach pit in his mouth and have a dream. When he woke up the next day, he buried the peach pit with a dream in the soil and let the dream sprout and grow. Xiao Jia Pingwa did so. Later, he went out of the mountains to study, and later became a writer. Until the year when his grandmother died, he returned to the mountain village where the peach pit of his dream was buried. It was a rainy spring. In the corner of her yard, the peach pit of his childhood dream grew into a small peach tree, and the small peach tree with pink peach blossoms swayed in the wind and rain ... What a beautiful story, dreams can be planted in the soil, dreams.
I also planted this predestined peach pit in a flowerpot on the balcony. In this way, next spring, the scarlet peach pit can also grow a green dream.
It's an eventful autumn, and a few unresolved mundane things have disturbed my mind. Now that the dust has settled, I have a mind to make wine again. Song people have a poem: If you don't mind your own business, it is a good time on earth. People living in the world can't be so quiet forever, and they can't just live in their own world forever. In order to survive, they always have inextricably linked with social life. In fact, everything doesn't have to have a good result, no matter good or bad, as long as you have a good attitude to accept, live safely and steadily, and have a leisure mood to do what you like.
I like to make fruit wine because their colors are beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Furthermore, the fruit has weakened the acrimony and intensity of the wine during the fermentation process, which not only tastes sweet and delicious, but also makes vitamins and anthocyanins in the fruit dissolve in the wine, which is not only beneficial to health, but also beauty beauty. The most enjoyable thing is to invite friends with three or five tastes after the carefully brewed wine comes out of the altar, choose a beautiful scenery, and drink slowly. If no one shares it, the best things in this world are meaningless to me.
While making wine and listening to wonderful music, the ice in my heart melts a little. Every time I finish drinking, I suddenly feel better. I feel that there are so many beautiful things to do in my life, and my heart is as gentle as water, and I am willing to treat everyone with the softest heart. Making wine is as curable as growing flowers and grass.
"I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust." Put the taste of autumn into the jar, seal it up, let it brew slowly, wait until the autumn is over, then open the jar cover and taste it carefully, and in the aftertaste, you will have the whole autumn.