Prose reading women's red wine 0 1
Wine can be divided into white wine, red grape and rose red grape according to color. People can be divided into men and women according to gender. Wine can be divided into suitable drinking period and unsuitable drinking period. So people divide each other into those who are suitable for marriage and those who are not suitable for marriage.
Behind every winery, there is a story. Behind everyone, there is also a story. Wineries hope that every year is a good year, and men hope that every woman is a good woman. The quality of red wine cannot be determined by the quality of the wine label. Just like a person's appearance can't determine his character. Red wine with fancy labels is usually of poor quality. Just like a woman with heavy make-up, there is basically no connotation.
There are many factors that affect red wine, such as origin, manor and year. There are many factors that affect feelings, such as region, family and age. The year reflects the climate of the year when the grapes were picked. Age represents the length of one's life.
Different manors, because the weather was different at that time. So the quality of grapes is different. Different people have different personal experiences because of their different life experiences. The more fertile the land, the less good wine can be brewed. So do people. The richer they are, the more vulnerable they are to setbacks. Good soil meets good year, and good winemaker makes good wine. Love is meeting the right person in the right place at the right time.
Unknown wineries sometimes make amazing wines. You should know: since ancient times, you have been born in poverty and have never been a little handsome. Red wine is like a person's life. Experience growth, maturity and aging.
Red wine is more like beauty. Sobering up is to wake up a beautiful woman. How can I communicate with her without waking her up? Awakening takes time, and love needs to be tested. Good wine usually has some dross. Excellent people usually have obvious shortcomings.
How do you know if red wine is good without tasting it? Just like in life, if you are afraid to try, how do you know if you can do it? We don't know what this bottle of red wine will be like until we open it. It's like, we never know what will happen in the next second.
Not every bottle of red wine will make you feel worthwhile. Not everyone deserves everything. Only when red wine is poured into a glass can its original flavor be discovered. A woman can only discover her original state after removing makeup.
The difference between wine tasting and drunkenness is the enjoyment of the mind and the discomfort of the body. Red wine, the two can not be compared, can only say that each has its own characteristics. Women can't be compared with each other, they can only say that they are unique.
Red wine pays attention to balance, and life pays attention to dullness. Love and wine tasting are actually the same. Too early, too young. It's too late to miss the taste. What is good wine? I love the best.
Female red wine prose recitation 02
There is a kind of wine that is intoxicating, although it is not sweet.
There is a kind of woman who is enchanting and erodes bones, which people can't let go for a long time.
It must be an unspeakable beauty for such a wine to meet such a woman.
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In the evening, a person sits quietly in the corner of the teahouse waiting for friends. Through the window, you can clearly see the gorgeous bar opposite. Maybe it's not too late. There are almost no people in the bar, and the door is open. There is such a picture that caught my attention: a delicate woman holding a slender goblet, half a glass of red wine as blood, drinking alone under the dazzling light, she is charming and enchanting, like a fox spirit in the dark, with the temptation to eat bones. ......
My eyes kept staring at her, but I ignored my friend's long absence. The mobile phone finally rang, and my friend couldn't come because of something, so I enjoyed the peace of this moment leisurely and calmly. In fact, there is a subconscious purpose in it, and I want to see the woman who drinks red wine again.
When I turned my eyes to the opposite bar again, I found that the figure had disappeared, leaving only the fragrance in my eyes.
Red wine is the soul of wine, ethereal in life, making the soul blend; She is alive, the gift from heaven and earth, the brilliance of the sun and the moon; She is like a virgin with a soft veil, delicate and fresh, with the right color. Imagine: what kind of thrilling woman will fall in love with red wine?
I remember watching Zhang Yimou's movie "Shake, Shake, Shake to Waipoqiao" more than ten years ago. The woman named Xiao Jinbao, dressed in a red silk embroidered cheongsam, with a glass of red wine in her hand and blood on her lips, walked slowly through the crowd like a ghost in the dark, occasionally giving out a laugh or two. Suddenly, all eyes were around her. You know, in the plot, she is just a singer from humble origins, but this is not enough to obliterate her charming charm.
Mother doesn't like this kind of movie because there is such a heroine in it. She said that messy things affected my body and mind. For me, I saw a similar fragment and walked away, but there was always a regret in my heart.
I have never been exposed to red wine, and I always feel that such wine is far from my life. Many times, a cup of light tea is my most enjoyable day.
That year, a southern boy walked into my upcoming college life. One day, I was busy looking for a job, and he invited me with a table full of cooked food. At the dinner table, a bottle of red wine, two goblets and flickering candlelight moved me a little. The moment my lips touched the glass, I felt a trance, and an indescribable sense of intoxication spread throughout my body. Look at the body of red wine, its charm is charming, its color is jewel-like, its aroma is fresh and leisurely, which makes my mind sway and my lips and teeth shine. In the end, it was just a glass of red wine, but he was not the charming teenager in my life. I ended our short friendship in the Zui Xiang of wine and sent him away.
Years, dull, red wine is only stored in my memory.
There is always a nostalgic complex. I like the time when cheongsam was popular in the 1930s and 1940s. There are many unknown stories in the Bailemen Ballroom in Shanghai. Red wine and women are interpreting the upper-class life in the historical transition period. This is a paradise on earth and a hell on earth. Therefore, in my heart, red wine is inextricably intertwined with those poor women who can't control their own destiny.
I was the first to like Zhang Ailing, but I watched The Woman with Words. I have been wondering whether that elegant and secular woman will lead a drunken life with red wine after she leaves Hu Lancheng. I don't know.
I know I can't drink red wine, because my heart is tangled, and that long-lasting sadness has been in my heart.
Never drink, let alone know how to drink. I spend my days in fresh water. As long as there is water and tea every day, I am happy and quiet. Stay away from red wine and beautiful and gorgeous stories.
Until a few days ago, some netizens left a message and listened to the rain and wrote a text about wine! Looking forward to it. My mind was suddenly opened by something, wine, I have never been contaminated with a drop, if there is memory, it must be the beauty of red wine.
When I lightly pour a glass of red wine, hold the goblet in my hand, gently shake the goblet, let the aroma be released, and put it on the tip of my nose to smell it gently, and the aroma is rich. Put it on your lips, take a sip, let the wine dissolve on the tip of your tongue, and feel the bitterness and sourness mixed with a little sweetness. So, I was drunk and drunk in the atmosphere I created, and I didn't want to let it go for a long time. ......
There is a kind of wine, although not very sweet, but it is intoxicating; There is a kind of woman who is enchanting and erodes bones, which people can't let go for a long time. It must be an unspeakable beauty for such a wine to meet such a woman. What kind of astringency and sweetness should a red wine woman be? Walking into their lingering fragrance, I don't understand their thoughts. I only know that there is something beautiful in their bones that people can't let go of.
Female red wine prose recitation 03
Some people say that the lake on the mountain is a tear lying on the surface of the earth.
I don't know whose tears can make a lake and whose sorrow is so long.
My tears are ambiguous red wine in a goblet.
I brew my tears into wine in the lonely night, and the purple liquid is my melancholy tears.
I like the romantic taste of red wine and the transparent temptation of red wine. I prefer to indulge my troubles in red wine and soak my indifference in red wine.
Many things don't want to touch, dare not touch, but they are still used to flooding in front of us when we are sad. Pour a glass of red wine, sit quietly by the window, let time flow like water, and let your heart slide into sadness like wine.
My cup can't hold my sadness, and my cup can't hold my tears. Indulge in intoxicating wine and let tears flow freely. I don't know who to miss at this time, and I don't know who will think of me alone at this time.
Every passing past is an inexplicable pain, and only those who have experienced betrayal know the taste of loneliness.
Every time I get drunk, I want to dial someone else's phone, knowing that the other end of the phone is beyond my reach, but I still stubbornly remember the familiar number.
When I drink, I always think of his kiss, so soft and touching, just like the wine on my red lips.
The closer to the red wine, the farther away from the crowd. Only wine knows how I feel lonely. My sadness, like water flowing into sand, will penetrate into red wine in an instant, and the wine will turn into tears and drip into a transparent goblet.
If the lake on the mountain is a drop of tears lying on the surface of the earth, whose heart will my tears hang on?
I am so smart in front of him. Where he can't see, I turn tears into wine. His shallow love can't fit into my glass, and I can't fit my lost years.
At the moment, my face is like this ambiguous red wine, which seems delicate but cold without temperature.
It is said that tears are men's last roses, so red wine must be women's last tears? ..
The moon dances in the shadows of trees, and the wind dances on dew. Who will drink with me tonight?