Wine can soothe people's emotions, make people forget their worries, revive us, and rekindle the fire of life. Below are 3 selected sad prose essays about wine that I have brought to you for your enjoyment. Selected Piece 1 of Sad Prose about Wine: Use Time to Make a Bowl of Wine
A jar of mellow and rich wine needs to be placed in the deep dome for decades. After years of precipitation, the baptism of time will Fresh and delicious; a cup of fragrant tea, only by quietly savoring it, can it nourish your heart bit by bit and blend a touch of elegance into your heart. Whether the "Three Seconds Book" that is emerging one after another really meets people's spiritual needs, whether you read the "Three Seconds Book" will determine your life. Obviously, life must go through the baptism of years, and the accumulation of time will bloom. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is better to use light or thick. Yes, you can really feel the beauty of West Lake from the poem in three seconds, and feel the West Lake praised by the poet, but you calm down and taste it slowly , close your eyes, you are standing on the bank of the West Lake at your feet. There is wind on the lake, and you can vaguely hear the cranes chirping outside the Zhulou in Stone City. The clear and quiet lake water is rippled, and the dense water vapor is blowing towards you. When I came over, I saw the mist covering the water, and the aquatic plants and fish moving gently underwater. It was such a touching sight, but can you feel such an artistic conception in a few seconds? It takes time and concentration. To feel.
In our short lives, only by calming down and savoring it can we appreciate the beauty that time has precipitated for us, so slow down so that we can appreciate the wonderful life.
The inherited historical culture is to search for clues in the sweat-filled historical books. Liang Sicheng, Lin Huiyin and his wife drove an ox cart and trekked on the mountain paths to find typical buildings in ancient China. Year after year, they rely on their excellent artistic quality and perseverance to finally get the results that attract the attention of the world. They know in their hearts that real success must go through the accumulation of years and year after year. Only by working hard can you gain success.
If Lin Huiyin and his wife did not understand this principle, and only scratched the surface of their work, and did not devote time and effort to it, how could they have achieved their own results, and how could they have contributed to the history of Chinese architecture? What about making an indelible contribution? So success takes time. If you don’t put in effort and time, you won’t get a qualitative leap. If you work hard in a short time, you will gain very little.
In the warm winter sun, make a cup of fragrant tea, pick up a good book, sit in a rocking chair, and rock from sunrise to sunset. Isn’t this a kind of enjoyment? Slow down, Calm yourself down, use your time to brew a bowl of wine, and feel its mellow aroma and richness. Selected Part 2 of Sad Prose About Wine: Drinking
I am hungry. The reason why I am so hungry is just to take a sip of wine. This sip of wine is certainly no ordinary wine.
The person selling it said that the wine had been aged for more than ten years. The person who bought it said that the wine had been brewed for more than thirty years. The person who drank it said that as long as he took a sip, he was already drunk. a piece of history.
I am hungry because I have to take a sip of wine. I longed for this sip of wine and was a little hungry. I wanted to drink this sip of wine, so I kept waiting quietly, silently looking forward to it, and my stomach growled.
I know, I have been holding it in for a long, long time. To me, the time I have held it in is longer than ten years! It is longer than thirty years! It can be compared to centuries! It can be compared to eternity! I know that what I am holding back is history, and what I am waiting for is all the vicissitudes of life. It's always been like this, just to have such a good drink.
I want to drink this wine. I want to drink a ball of fire like the phoenix in the Assyrians. I want to burn the entire universe. I want to drink this strong drink and feel disappointed or surprised every day. I feel embarrassed or decadent waiting every day. After all, the bad influence is that what I am waiting for is the wine in the glass bought by others.
I heard that such wine is rare in the world, but maybe it is the same as this ancient materialistic society. In such a society, there is nothing that cannot be given up, and there is nothing that cannot be bought and sold. Things that are rare in the world should have become a lifelong luxury, but I am so blessed that I cannot bear to be hungry and thirsty for a lifetime because someone sold it!
Yes, such wine will also be sold by others. After it was sold, I spent all I had to buy it, but unexpectedly someone else bought it first.
There are always people who have a discerning eye, and there are always people who are as hungry and thirsty as me. The wine in my mouth is gone. I am so depressed and feel so painful!
I remember begging in frustration, and I begged in pain. , I begged the buyer to be generous and leave me a sip, just a small sip! But the buyer turned a deaf ear. I knew it was difficult for me to get a sip of wine from the buyer, but I was so hungry and thirsty that it was hard to bear it. Yes, I know, now, I don't know what I should do!
I hope the buyer doesn't drink it, just look at it! I really hope the buyer is just a collector, Spend a lot of money to keep the luxury of the years I have been waiting for! I hope so, look forward to it so much, no matter what, this sip of wine must be kept for me!
I will continue to wait, I will change To get better, I want to drink the strong wine of the years, I want to spit out a belly of accumulated, decomposed, fermented, free things over the years, those weird, romantic, infatuated, crazy? One by one, small and Big thoughts! Spit out what needs to be spit out, and drink what needs to be drunk!
I want to spit out a piece of sincerity, which is rare in the world! I want to spit out every inch of infatuation, and drink this sip of the wine of time!
I’m not an alcoholic, and I’m not drunk! I’m not aesthetically pleasing, and I don’t want to be decadent! I’m just waiting for a sip of wine, waiting for my thing, that wine was mine a few lifetimes ago, how can I do it in this life? Can't wait. Maybe this life is not mine anymore, that’s because my life is not as good as my previous lives! But waiting is always the same, how can I tolerate other people’s talkativeness!
I’m hungry! , I've been hungry for ten years? Thirty years? Is it centuries? How many lifetimes? I'm so hungry that I feel sad and flustered! I just want to have a sip of wine! Why am I waiting for wine with an hungry stomach? You probably know it, wine warms the intestines. The rice is delicious!
I have to take the wine back and drink it more than my previous lives. I will accumulate a lifetime of pure love and brew an immortal fragrance! Brew a mellowness that is rare in the world! Let me in the next few lives, again Wait quietly, hope silently, just be hungry!
When you drink, you will spit out weird thoughts; when you drink, you will leave behind confusing words; when you drink, you will drink the wine. Temptation, maybe; drinking, maybe to vent the pent-up passion.
Low-key words, silence provokes loneliness; rampant words, arrogance troubles melancholy! I just have to wait for that sip of wine, so all the low-key and rampant, at most I can write it down, and at most you can see it. I'm afraid the person speaking for me here is a third party!
I was drinking and waiting to drink. Fortunately, I realized that I was going to be lonely again in this article. No one understood, but I No one can understand it, and no one understands it. . . Drink and wait for a toast!!! Selection of sad prose about wine Part 3: Women are like wine
Women are like wine, I often think so.
A world without women is like a banquet without wine, which will not make people happy after all. Only with women can life be so perfect, and with wine can there be a perfect banquet.
Women are like wine, they need to be savored carefully.
A twenty-year-old woman is like fresh wine that has just been brewed. It cannot withstand careful tasting. It tastes like wine, but tastes like water. When it comes to the wine market, it needs to be very good. The packaging looks beautiful, but it will give you a splitting headache once you get drunk. This kind of wine needs time to brew.
A thirty-year-old woman is like ten years of aging. After ten years of wind and rain, she has gradually acquired the charm of a young woman. From a distance, there seems to be a fragrance that hits your nose, which will make people's hearts flutter. So she proudly wrote "Ten Years Aged" on her packaging to show her honor, and let that maturity become a kind of temptation that collides in the hearts of good drinkers. After pouring a glass, they are often reluctant to drink it. After finishing it, hold it in your mouth and taste it carefully, letting the charm slowly echo in your heart. When you are drunk, even though your heart is confused, your mouth is still drooling. This kind of intoxication will make people reluctant to wake up in this life.
A forty-year-old woman is like twenty years of aging. The twenty-year-old life makes the fragrance of the young woman of the past brewing in the big wine vat of life overflow, and you will be drunk when you smell it, that kind of pure , deep, and mature charm will attract you so drunk that you will never leave. One sip is enough for this life! When you are drunk, it will make you dizzy and feel the heartbeat that you have never experienced before, so you Then he said: "A forty-year-old woman, the real golden wine?!"
A fifty-year-old woman is like thirty-year-old wine. It is a wine that cannot be drunk easily. It is very strong. It is The best products that are not easy to see will be sealed up so that you will neither smell the wine nor find it attractive. Therefore, no matter how high-end the wine market is, you will rarely see "30 years of aging".
So life begins to brew itself like wine, and then there is an intoxicating life. Then, the husband is drunk, and the children are also drunk?
Women are like wine, you are drunk, and I am drunk. Yes, he is drunk too?
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