Although I have never seen tea scolding, there are many words of scolding wine, which is a bit like "the donkey hates the stick." To put it mildly, success is Xiao He and failure is me. Drinking, whether binge drinking or light drinking, should absorb the taste of life and drink the poetry, interest and philosophy in the wine.
I am a layman and dare not be arty, but I have always yearned for the ancient drink of poetry and dialogue. Even the banquet in Chu Pavilion is full of cultural charm, and the ladies have everything they need. Maybe I am ignorant. Nowadays, ladies in luxury hotels can sing a few pop songs, but I'm afraid they can't even "go to Qiu Lai in spring, come in winter in summer, and have a bright moon and a cool breeze". Today's banquet has almost no mood. Nine times out of ten, the words at the banquet are lies, rhetoric and flattery, and the most "cultural" content is nothing more than Mandarin. Even if it is a truly sincere banquet, the procedure is seriously polluted, and it is always proposed and then proposed, which is also graded. If you suggest it, everyone is the same, every time it is the same, stinking and secular.
Li Bai is known to all women and children for drinking and reciting poems. At the beginning of the 20th century, Guo Moruo and Yu Dafu often got as drunk as a fiddler in Shiliyang Palace, and they were "sons of the solitary bamboo king". Xia Mianzun, Ye Shengtao and Feng Zikai are friends of Master Hongyi. They are not jealous of wine and meat. Every time they drink, they have a good job. I'm afraid that today's literati have lost this factor, or the ascetic monks are hiding in the deep den, or they are obsequiously writing works that follow the trend to make money, or they are forced by their livelihood to do half-truths and half-truths and write half-truths articles.
Yuan Hongdao said: "People who are troubled in the world are only interested, such as the color in the mountains, the smell in the water, the light in the flowers and the state of women. Although the good talker can't speak, only the knower knows it. " Anyone who is deeply interested in wine can become a named drinker. What's the taste of wine? Dare not say a word, that's called Zen machine.
If I really want to break the fun of drinking, I think I am in the three realms of "with me, without me, forgetting myself". "You have me" means that you can always grasp yourself when drinking, and you are not drunk when you are happy or sad. Non-ego is equal, not condescending or servile. You are me, and I am you. "Forget me" means drinking without a specific purpose. It is better to choose three or five confidants, and it is better to have a confidant. Although busy, it doesn't hurt to go upstairs with each other and sit in a corner of the street. Speculation, wine is getting better and better, talk about land, and sing generously. Although the people at the neighboring table and street are like ants, they have long forgotten.
Family dinners are also good. On weekends, friends come, cook a few dishes, make a pot of brick tea, drink, reminisce about past experiences, and talk about the beauty they once loved ... When they are excited, they can't help but hold cups, and their friends will be fascinated, put them down and say it again. Unconsciously, I was fascinated by Xiping. This wine is really unforgettable.
I don't drink much. After drinking three or five cups, my face is as red as a jujube and I'm about to fall down. The wine is too hot to drink alone. Even people in rural areas know that "one person doesn't drink, two people don't fight". Chaze is different. Tea is quiet, so there cannot be many people. More than three people are not tasting tea, but quenching thirst. Miaoyu's tea drinking in Ming Essays and A Dream of Red Mansions is too noble, and the price of tea drinking utensils alone is staggering today. The price of good tea is also high, so it is difficult to buy genuine tea. The most rare is the water for making tea, the best is the snow water in the mountains or treetops, followed by the spring water in the mountains, and finally the well water. Now mineral water is also good for making tea, which is relative. That summer, I finally had a chance to visit Yixing Zisha Factory and bought a green sand pot (green sand is the top grade, followed by blue sand, and purple sand is the most common, so it is collectively called purple sand). The pot was made by the disciple of Gu Jingzhou, a master of purple sand. It is slightly larger than a fist, unpretentious, simple and delicate, and of course the price is considerable. When you play with the palm of your hand, you will feel your breath salivating and your thoughts gurgling. After I came back, I also learned the kung fu of Fujian people: boil water in the middle of the pot, and then pour the pot again for stewing. When the water is not wet, the pot is still dry. Put it on the case, take a pen under the lamp, and pour a cup shallowly. The juice is as thick as frying, the tongue is astringent, and the bitterness is sweet. Then life is like this, writing smoothly, and the book is not fast.