The book is divided into three parts: Taste, Grass and Trees and Spring and Autumn Annals, which show Wang Lao's interest in life from three parts: food, plants and old stories. In his works, ordinary grass, trees, tea and rice all become lively and interesting.
The first chapter talks about the fried rice cake in my hometown, the "Twelve Red" lunch on the Dragon Boat Festival, the double yellow salted duck eggs in Gaoyou, wild vegetables, Dongpo meat, Ganba bacteria in Yunnan and crossing the bridge rice noodles, which made me immersed in his delicious food.
Wang Lao's food was the most common in his childhood village. At that time, we sang nursery rhymes with the wind in the countryside, touched snails, grabbed crabs and fished fish and shrimp in the river water until they became delicious on our table. Then the family enjoys the fruits of their labor and is happy.
Nowadays, we live in the city and go in and out of gorgeous hotels. Exquisite platters and colorful foods satisfy our appetite, but we don't have the joy of tasting when we were young. Later, peasant restaurants appeared one after another, and the original restaurants still couldn't find the original taste. Because of the lack of fireworks, as Wang Lao said.
At that time, Wang Lao was familiar with some foods in the south. Look, my mouth is watering. Eating is the instinct of survival and life. People who love food have a wonderful life.
When people know the five flavors, they can better understand the ups and downs of life. In the second chapter, Wang Lao enjoys himself in the grass and Woods. Robinia pseudoacacia in Yuyuantan is in full bloom, like a heavy snow, dazzling white. He observed the life of honey farmers and watched the flowers bloom and fall.
He described the wintersweet in his old garden. Feel the real New Year's Eve confession: In a small room, an old man is holding a crock with plum blossoms, ready to put it on the record. The title is: "There is nothing in Shanjia on New Year's Eve, and plum blossoms are inserted in the New Year." This quiet picture of the years has been lingering in my mind.
After reading Wang Lao's articles on vegetation, I will sigh that he appreciates flowers and reads people, is indifferent to his true feelings and is indifferent to vegetation.
The third chapter, The Heart Shadow of the Cuihu Lake, reveals Wang Lao's humor between the lines. There is a girl with good teeth. Someone asked her, "Girl, how old are you?" "Seventeen." "Where do you live?" "Cuihu West?" "What do you like to eat?" "Spicy chicken."
Two days later, the girl fell and knocked out her front teeth. Someone asked her, "How old is this girl?" "Fifteen." "Where do you live?" "Cuihu." "What do you like to eat?" "Mapo tofu." People couldn't help laughing.
Today, we yearn for poetry and distance, but Wang Lao enjoys it. Walking to the scene, the blue of Selimu Lake and the green of Cuihu Lake. The chirping of summer insects is the breath of nature.
We come and go in a hurry every day. I never pay attention to the surrounding scenery and interesting things. I have read stories about running. A young man rushed to the old man with a sense of superiority and said, "Alas, you old people can't run fast."
The old man ran and said, "Young man, what's in front of you?" The young man said, "This is the road." The old man asked again, "What about the road ahead?" The young man said, "There is also a bridge." The old man said, "What about the front of the bridge?" The young man said, "This is a forest." The old man asked, "What about the front of the forest?" The young man said, "Maybe it's a mountain." The old man asked, "What about the front of the mountain?" The young man said, "I can't see it. I'm afraid this is the end of my life. " The old man said, "Then why are you running so fast?"
Yes, what are we doing in such a hurry every day? We miss everything that feels good. Wang Lao is undoubtedly wise. He said: "We have experienced all kinds of injuries, but we should be happy today." He comes from a turbulent society, and his life is full of ups and downs, but he lives a slow and leisurely life that modern people don't have.
He writes and draws. He is happy, warm and interesting. Reading his words makes us love life more and cherish every day.
Let me revisit that exciting sentence: I have been to many places and walked into many fruit shops, but none of them have the rich fruit fragrance of this fruit shop.
The smell of this fruit shop often reminds me of it and I will never forget it.
I fell in love that year, my first love.