As a girl, I have nothing to do with wine, but I have a strong curiosity about wine.
Wine is a magic weapon for ancient literati to eliminate their troubles. I don't know what's good about wine. It can trouble poets and writers. I like it, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it off with our swords, we raised a cup in a free and easy way to alleviate my worries, and met my bosom friend in a heroic way and there were a thousand cups less, and until we were romantic, we raised my cup, and I asked Mingyue to take my shadow and let the three of us. Is this the whole secret of wine?
Li Bai has hundreds of poems about fighting wine. Li Bai is a veritable Brewmaster. It seems that he was born for wine, but in the end he got drunk and mistakenly thought that the moon in the water was the real moon, so he went fishing and drowned, and he died for wine. Tao Yuanming's love for wine is self-evident, as can be seen from the title of the poem Drinking. Cao Cao said that Du Kang was the only way to solve the problem. Didn't someone say that wine is courageous?
Every time I open an ink-scented collection of poems and see a famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages because of wine, my desire for wine will increase again. Wine, what is it? Why are so many people infatuated with you? Can alcohol really make people feel overwhelmed? Is poetry made of wine, or is wine drunk by poetry?
I can't help wanting to taste the wine myself. It has been tempting me like a forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. I finally got my wish one day. I took a sip, which was so spicy and had a faint fragrance, and went straight to my heart. This is the taste of wine, rich.
At that moment, I suddenly understood the charm of wine. It turns out that the poet is not pursuing a dissolute life of being drunk all day, but pursuing freedom and loving literature. The charm of wine is essentially the charm of freedom and literature. Just to get rid of the shackles of trivial matters. It turns out that it is not the charm of wine, but the freedom of the heart!
At that moment, I understood the charm of wine.
At that moment, I read my inner desire.
Essay on Drinking 2 Today, the air is crisp, and the reporter from Luzhong Morning Post of our experimental middle school went to Shandong Luneng Liquor Co., Ltd. to collect the wind.
The bus, like a big ship, walked through the busy city streets and arrived at Shandong Luneng Liquor Co., Ltd. in about a quarter of an hour. The first thing we visited was the raw material workshop. The huge workshop is full of Gaoliang Mountain and Rice Mountain. According to the person in charge of the department, sorghum is specially shipped from the northeast, and rice is specially crushed. It seems that there is really a lot of knowledge about winemaking.
Then, we came to the boiler room. As soon as we entered the door, a huge cylinder appeared before our eyes. The students immediately talked about it. You think this is a boiler? I don't think so. Boilers all have chimneys, which will coo and smoke. Maybe a winemaker. Just as the students were hugging each other and arguing in full swing, the accompanying teacher hit the nail on the head: this is the most advanced electric boiler, which consumes more than 400 degrees of electricity every day! Oh, the students nodded in confusion.
Then we came to the brewing workshop. As the smell of wine became stronger and stronger, I was as quiet as a dream and dizzy, but I still crustily skin of head and went in. I saw the master adding a reddish-brown mud to a big basin. The teacher said that this is called distiller's yeast, which is used for fermentation, just like the yeast for steaming steamed bread.
Finally, we came to the storage and bottling workshop. The workshop is full of porcelain jars and steel drums for wine. When bottling, the wine was brought from them, and the workers on the assembly line operated it skillfully. They repeat the same action thousands of times every day. Are they not tired? "Hurry up," the teacher urged. Before I walked out of the gate, I took another look at the hard-working workers.
Wine is mellow because of brewing, and people have created a sweeter life because of their efforts.
Actually, I really can't drink it, but I have to drink wine, so the name of the wine is outside. Colleagues and friends send nicknames of 820 Hu.
Wine has a profound connotation in China culture.
No wine makes a banquet, and guests and friends have wine to welcome guests; Get together in your spare time and have fun; Happy events come to the door and raise a glass to celebrate; Worry a lot, drown your sorrows in wine.
Since ancient times, wine has been sown and blossomed all the way, from the palace to the market, from the nobility to the cloth, from the talented person to the chivalrous person, from the man to the woman. The most chewy stories are the stories of the talented person and the wine, and the chivalrous person and the wine.
? The son of heaven didn't get on the boat, calling himself Brewmaster? How unruly Taibai is; ? Bad luck has frosted my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine? , ShaoLing is how helpless.
? Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his being late? Yes, how can the wine be too weak to warm the little girl's cold heart?
For gifted scholars, wine is mostly an antidote to sadness. Even the heroic Wei Wudi asked himself: How can I relieve my worries? Only Du Kang. Perhaps only Tao Qian can sit on the ridge with a hip flask, watch the cattle ruminate in the sunset, and then get drunk slowly in the peach grove. Talking about Sang Ma with a teacup in his hand.
Most talented people are a combination of talent and emotion, so they use wine to numb their bodies and minds and temporarily dull their sensitive hearts. When I woke up, I was suddenly lost. As Taibai said, it's more worry-free to raise a glass to dispel your worries.
Chivalrous men are different, especially heroes and chivalrous men.
You see, Jing Ke picked up Taizi Dan's glass, gulped it down, smashed it on the jade steps, stepped on Xiao's waves, and drifted away. Although his back keeps blurring, he doesn't bend. Look again, after drinking as drunk as a fiddler in the hotel under Jingyanggang, Wu Erlang ignored the dissuasion and let his figure disappear into the mountains under the moonlight. Later, the hunter found that he had fallen asleep on a big bug that they were really hard to kill.
The most enviable scene is that the eldest brother and two younger brothers surnamed Xiao are drinking in the besieged Shaolin Temple. Everyone present was stunned. No, it should be drunk, drunk, and even more drunk.
Although gifted scholars and wine have interpreted many stories, wine is lingering, not simply drunk. And chivalrous men never drink sloppily. Bring the wine and drink it! Even if you are drunk, you should fight the sword.
With this knot in my heart, I will drink and raise my glass. Even if you are flushed and dizzy, you should accompany me to the end, not so much to win my humble opinion as to admire the chivalrous man.
Bring wine, raise a glass with your left hand, and dance the sword with your right hand. Let the wine blend into the blood, turn it into eternal pride, let the sword cut through the darkness and illuminate the journey of Wan Li.