Sam brought back many tea sets for me to use. However, I still use this teacup. It has been following me for many years, and I don't know the source. It changed many departments of the unit with me, but I didn't lose it. Seeing it can remind me of its situation and related emotions on different desks, which is very interesting. The unit turned over page after page. It's still there, and it has a feeling of tea immersion, but it makes me feel that it's new for a long time. Therefore, the emotions that accompany it are absolutely brand-new.

There is a picture on the cup surface, which should be a group of Mercedes-Benz chariots and horses in the Qin Dynasty. Two big horses, with their heads held high and their forepaws pedaled, seemed to have inexhaustible strength and struggled forward, their manes fluttering in the wind. The car behind should be an oversized wooden roller with a driver and a passenger under the hood. The driver holds the whip, but he doesn't use force, because the horse's running power is too strong and no external force is needed. The driver will also be a person who knows and loves horses. I think the passenger must be Plutocratic family, who has a high position.

The whole picture is set on a bigger and wider script. It seems to be writing their dynasties and their stories. Can these words interpret this kind of galloping chariots and horses? Where are you going? What happened? The picture in this cup seems to contain too much information, the cause of one second and the effect of the next. It is a moment that is instantly frozen in the long river of intelligent history.

I don't understand it and it doesn't understand me, but we are together every day. Its handle is auspicious, the same color as the outer edge of the cup. The teacup has a tea-filtering inner cup. The function, style and design are all my favorites, which are impeccable.

When washing tea in the morning, the fragrance of tea stirred by hot water comes to my face. However, when you want to put your head close to the transpiration water vapor and deliberately capture it, the tea fragrance floats away. Only that fleeting moment stirred up the waves. At this moment, only I understand. I think the aroma of tea is more charming than the feeling of drinking tea.

There are too many details in tea tasting. Water, temperature, bubbles and time need very delicate and quiet taste to be visible. I can't, at least not now. . .

Therefore, tea to me, the current sense of work is that moment. Once a day for a few seconds. . .

paint

Painting can cultivate sentiment. Because the requirements for details in painting are almost harsh. My current painting state: I feel that I have learned it too late. How can I copy it directly and have some bright colors? ! Of course, the premise is to pick the seemingly simple. It can be made fresh in a short time (about 1 hour). It can be seen from here that I need to hone my mind and have a long way to go, haha.

No matter how well a painting is painted by others, it is not surprising, because there are mountains outside the mountains and people outside, only better, not the best. However, once it is produced by itself and then lowered, it is also burning!

I drew a classical landscape painting yesterday. Just the kind I like. In the distance: the mountains are green and the birds are far away; The middle scene is: a fishing boat is still parked in the mirror water; Close shot is that the branches of the big tree are very powerful, and the branches are covered with flowers and red flowers! The whole picture has a sense of depth floating far away, a sense of reality near, a sense of boundless nature, a sense of bright colors, birds flying far away and fishermen being realistic. . . In many extreme contrasts, we seek the beauty of the mean, leaving blank and imagination. Chinese painting really embodies the elements of China, artistic conception, great!

As for me, my painting is disorganized, I don't know what to do first, and I go forward happily by intuition all the way. Sometimes, move forward a little ~ be happy; Sometimes, it's a little difficult to move forward. The process of a small painting is also ups and downs. Therefore, this little painting is not excellent and has many flaws, but it is mine! Joy peaked about an hour ago.

My cheerleading team received favorable comments and suggestions. According to SAM's suggestion, I filled in the blank of the water area, and indeed, the sense of integration was strengthened. Sam is drinking tea, in a daze. I put my little painting in different positions along his line of sight. People don't stick to people, painting sticks to people. When in a daze, it can heal more. Ha ha ha ha ha ha

So for me, the feeling of painting now is the peak experience after an hour. I think that if a painting can be completed in a few hours, days or months, it is really a kind of exercise. . . Now, I'm still addicted. I don't have that desire. . .

Various dishes

Cooking is my greatest hobby. My cheerleaders are falling apart day by day: if I don't get up this morning, maybe I won't get up that night, it's a mess. I don't want leftovers. I did it by the head. It is a sense of accomplishment to finish it. That's it. They have no organization and discipline. Sometimes they cook several meals a day. And the taste is not miscellaneous, it is difficult to adjust. The length of time, I don't like it after I finish it, and sometimes I'm even dissatisfied. I slack off when I do it, and I don't want to do it when I slack off.

For me, the most important thing to do every day is cooking. Therefore, the biggest flag challenge is, when cooking, taste!

I use the magic weapon of motivation in my work. At that time, before entering the market, I previewed it. In this process, I have mobilized enough curiosity: What's going on? The big case is about to kick off! I'm not going out. Do you have any material? Without material, how to make a job? The difference between these two moods is that the former is a positive response, arousing desire and curiosity, and it is OK to move forward; The other, negative coping, is shrouded in stress and anxiety and trapped by emotions. It's easy to be tied behind your back when doing things.

I occasionally cook in this tone. Before cooking, choose the menu, prepare the ingredients, prepare enough time, and start thinking about the nuances of every detail. Yes, give the most unwilling things enough time, enough flags and enough patience. . .

Once, a tomato scrambled eggs, cooked a rotten dish together, watched several videos and did different things. . . Try different methods, and then the nuances will be different. No matter how I carve in the fine dimension, I may be a clown in my sister's place. . My sister is very tricky in cooking, because she has a keen sense of taste and smell, and she can understand the subtle difference between cutting meat with a knife and stuffing with a meat grinder. Can understand the subtle differences between pasta, natural fermentation and baking powder fermentation; ; ; These are all caused by the subtlety of feelings, which has become an unbearable difference for her. So, for the best, try to upgrade again and again. . . Emma, I'm so behind!

I made puffer fish this evening. It's the first time to eat and cook. As soon as Sam got back to his seat, he automatically prepared the wine. Monkey peach, take her to Rio. The three of us, this is a rare change. Ha ha. . . In fact, monkeys and peaches don't eat much. She knows how cute puffer fish looks, so she can't get chopsticks. Sam ate high-end fish skin, my share of fish skin, took a sip of it and handed it to him. He tasted it carefully and described it in detail. Oh, my God, it's unbearable. Monkey Peach and I laughed our heads off. . .

For me, the integration of dishes with people at this moment is the peak experience of my work. . .

Literary quality

Why write xiaowen? It was written, and I found more reasons. Making a list is like a pleasure. There are many things that can make you happy.

I didn't want to write the first article last year, and I felt cold.

My banner this year is very clear, that is, mindfulness. Therefore, indulge in writing some small feelings, be careful, and pander to get warmth. In particular, the sun shines brightly in my warm winter cabin. I feel that the energy of sunlight is transmitted from the back to the apex and then to the pen tip. People and words are warm, energetic and clear.

Those absent-minded situations, indifferent occasions, unconcerned objects, unpleasant things, old truths and so on. Before, it was all because I really stayed with them this year. After more careful experience and subtle feelings, I learned more deeply and clearly through Xiaowen. The original situation of picking and rejecting is also included in time and space and treated equally. The complex rhythm of emotions makes life colorful, which is the level of taste.

Sometimes, it feels fun. Took a look at Xiaowen after leaving the company. Last year's, this year's, can already be buckled. The situation is far from the mood, and everyone feels strange. So I don't necessarily know myself at that time. I should be my deepest friend and know myself now. . . Sometimes, before and after the computer is turned on, the mood is changing subtly. These fleeting changes make people feel that a flower is precious at this moment, and write down this inner self at this moment. . .

Without commodities, there is no life.

In my opinion, product is a noun. The small works produced every day: tea fragrance, small paintings, small essays, exquisite places, a delicious meal, or the feeling of watching movies, have nothing to do with external evaluation, but only with their own body, mood, emotion, thinking, enthusiasm and energy state, and only with their current moment.

I think "pin" is a verb. Before these small works came out, I was deeply integrated with them.

So the' product' in the process is a verb, and the' product' in the final result is a noun. I have devoted myself to the whole process, and I have completely accepted myself. Every minute of the day is full of flavor and broadens.

In my opinion, there is no life without taste. Life, tasted, is over.