Everything is full of affection

 　　After reading the preface to Feng Zikai's painting collection written by Venerable Xia Mian, I was very interested in the details of Master Hongyi's life. The mage lived in a small hotel, and Xia Shi knew it was very refreshing, but the mage seriously argued like a child, "there are not many bedbugs, but two or three." The new ones are about the same. The radishes and cabbage that I eat are almost like "changing color and making a feast"; if the vegetables are too salty, I feel good, "Salty also tastes salty." There is nothing bad in the world. Master Xia said with emotion: "I almost shed tears of joy and shame when I saw the amazing expression of him solemnly picking up a piece of radish with his chopsticks." He was

　　deeply touched. Don't look down on things, and be full of affection for everything around you. The countryside used to be more like a natural life, the treasure of the poor, and the practice of the rich. The mage is open-minded and innocent, every meal and everything is noble and dignified, he is a great virtue. However, the mage practiced his will in this way, still thinking that virtue is less important than work, and he hopes to be noble every day. I think my generation is afraid that there will be more wrinkles but less carelessness. My classmates discussed with me, do old people become more kind as they get older? His father became more and more eccentric, relentless, daring to disobey, and very distressed. My father also had a strange temper. My mother was smoky before sitting at the table, and the few bowls of dishes were scorched and blurred by my father. I am happy with this, and I am not tired, and it becomes a black condiment before the meal. I couldn't bear it until I couldn't bear it, fighting started, the meal was full of smoke, and the disease factor took advantage of the gap to invade. We both respect and annoy our father.

　　When I got married, I also liked to pick. He fried potato shreds, which were as thin as a hair, with good hot and sour taste; he made steamed sea bass, which was fragrant and delicious, and all the ingredients of coriander, green onion and carrot shreds were also dried out. When he saw us cooking, he sat in front of the window smoking a cigarette and smiling. . But more often he likes light acid and is good at innovation, such as eggs, tomatoes, scallions, cucumbers, and green peppers, plus cabbage, onions, bean slices, and melon slices, etc., which are completely unsuitable and fill the plate without knowing it. main flavor. It is really difficult to buy cooked pork liver slices and then fry them. Not to mention the next time he would fry it like this again, protesting softly, he immediately blushed, thundered, fell down if he didn't eat it, and left with the plate. It's really turned upside down. I was in a hurry to admit my mistake and snatched it over. I ate half a bowl properly. That's right, I can't stop eating ready-made ones in hot weather. At two o'clock in the middle of the night, he suddenly smelled a spicy smell. It turned out that he was hungry after watching foreign blockbusters. He rolled up the noodles and made a big bowl of oily and spicy noodles. Take a bite? The thick, wide and tough noodles are scary to the teeth and stomach, but seeing his modesty and apprehension, of course he must pick a thin slice and chew it whole, and his cheeks will open into peony flowers.

　　It is the homework of a person's life to choose good or bad food. I cook very salty, and he first accused me of intentionally hurting others, but then he kept silent and let himself cook the noodles. I also argued hoarsely. In the past, we used to eat three meals a day with pickles, lumps, green onions and dipping sauce in the countryside. It was very lively, and it was boring if you didn’t eat it. The street beef noodles were spicy and salty. One porridge and one meal are related to life, the saltiness is appropriate, and the harmony is auspicious; the yin and yang are convex and concave, and the mortise and tenon are firm. If conflicts are entangled, one party will easily lose the chain.

　　When life was most embarrassing, my father went there, and the fate did not change. He was good at acupuncture and moxibustion, which was his light. Light is not equal to money and ideals. It was an outlet to accuse his mother. Later, he was gentle and quiet, and even helped his mother cook. , When I went, my complexion was golden, and my soul had already compromised and smiled on the branches. It is worthwhile to leave a dendrobium bead or a scattered ground hair, and if you stroke it, you will get a golden feather. Thinking about what kind of troubles students and their father will encounter one day, they will suddenly open up, Hua Zhichun is full.

　　Both my mother and mother-in-law have the old habit of frugality. When eating dumplings, eat the bad ones first, because the bad ones can't be reused; put the old ones on top of the new sheets and pillow covers, and sew the quilt head on the quilt cover, not only for fear of getting dirty, but for the new cloth to be soft. The old commoner clothes were cut and worn, and they sat under the big tree to wear the insoles, and they also had a scratch in their hands while chatting. Pick off the beans when they are tender, cut them into shreds, and hang them on a rope in rows. It is delicious in winter. The instant noodle bags are cut out of zigzags and strangled into flowers to wear on the door curtain, which is used for waste utilization. Even the bad-tempered father has a soft heart, like digging the ground, I only took pictures of the surface, he spent a lot of effort growing vegetables, the soil was hardened into stones, he smashed it carefully and then flattened it with his big hands, no vegetables were grown on the ridge of the pond The same operation is to cherish the seeds to prevent pressure and wind, and to create a warm environment. They do things solemnly, a grain of rice and a pinch of soil are great things, old parents are a Buddha, don't be unconvinced.

　　When I wash the dishes, I always want to be clean, bumping against the ping-pong, and walking in and out with a tall stack of dishes. My mother shouts: "Little aunt, grandma, it won't be much faster if you are in a hurry." I bumped into my father and shouted: "Look at the road!" The problem is hard to change. I want to cross the sidewalk to chase the bus. . Calmness is a good word, if it is too fast, you need to stop drinking, stop and tighten the joints, and straighten your eyes, you can see mountains and rivers, and your mind is broad, everything is full of affection, stretching out wrinkles, showing the taste of color .

　　It was cold after the rain at night, and I opened the screen window to close the glass window, a bat fluttered down, I yelled, and it flapped its wings and squeaked. I was reckless, and there was a pair of bats hanging on the window screens throughout the summer night. I didn't chase or quarrel with them, and I removed them at dawn before disinfecting them. I was negligent for a while, and I wanted to grab it out, but it thrashed even more violently. Well, I don't move, it also crawls on the ground, I grab it with a newspaper, and send it back into the night.

　　All are affectionate. I used to think that Huazhi Chunman was called Huazhichunman only after some achievements, and Tianxinyueyuan was called Tianxinyueyuan only after several generations lived under the same roof, but now I want to hear the truth. Then he lowered his head to do things unhurriedly, and raised his eyes that the branches are already in summer, and the fruits are gradually coloring, releasing a ripe aroma.