Life, returning to its most authentic and simple state, is the smell of fireworks. Every time I return to my hometown during the holidays, I will be moved by the smell of fireworks.
Get up early and open the curtains, and the sunlight pours in instantly, bringing out the vitality of the new day.
Porridge and side dishes are the standard breakfast in small towns. The rising light smoke is thick and soft, soft and leisurely. Put it into your mouth one spoon at a time and feel the original fragrance of the rice grains. Every morning when I am eating bread and catching the subway, I will miss this kind of breakfast.
When my mother came back from the vegetable market, she complained to my father about how expensive vegetables were after the festival. The best fruit shop on the corner had sold out of bayberries...and my father was chiming in. This is their most ordinary daily conversation, but it makes people feel emotional when listening to it.
Living in the city, I rarely set foot in the vegetable market. I usually fill my shopping cart with boxes of exquisitely packaged meat and vegetables, pile them into the refrigerator when I get home, and then eat them for several days. The freshness of food is lost in the low temperature, and the breath of life is also distorted in the end. Thinking about it, a touch of sadness came to my heart unconsciously.
The heat of the summer afternoon is isolated by the wall. In the airy small courtyard, the family sits on the floor and tastes the crisp and sweet seasonal watermelon together. At this moment, the trivial details in life lose their annoying tediousness and become interesting topics for conversation.
Gongfu tea is an integral part of Chaoshan people’s life. Three cups of finished product, tasting tea is also tasting life. Drop by drop, the bright yellow liquid witnessed the changes in life over time.
A cup of Gongfu tea, two or three hours, countless nights, repeating itself in such silence. It seems complicated, but it is actually delicious. Only after experiencing complexity can we realize the value of simplicity. Simple life is the simplest and most delicious.
The fast pace of urban life leaves no time to care about life itself. Being driven only by busyness every day and living mechanically, we have forgotten the meaning of life itself.
As everyone knows, the smell of fireworks should be where life belongs.
A pen of warning.