Text/photo of Liu Qi's son/provided by Dean

This passage is from Six Chapters of a Floating Life.

in a word, no one loves and hurts, no one knows the cold and warmth, and the life of a lonely person is idle.

I'm always alone. The person I love doesn't love me. People who love me, I don't.

You've come a long way, suffered a heavy injury, and never dare to touch love again. In your heart, love is sacred and noble, and it has always been held high in the depths of your soul as an ideal.

There was a marathon love, which * * * you walked through the vigorous youth together, and finally lost to time and eternity.

Perhaps, since then, love has really become an ideal, something that is worshipped as a god but never touched by the clouds. It is also fashionable to believe in love as an ideal.

An old friend named Dean in WeChat is a wild crane in this state.

He is a master of arts in Tsinghua, with a high degree of education, a high face value and a small endowment. I call him the best painter in the editorial circle, the best writer in the food circle and the best writer in the painting circle.

he majored in painting, but he just wrote good articles, so he became an editor at work. Now he has changed to film and television, and his hobby is cooking.

after work, I draw and illustrate for the publishing house, and cook delicious food for the food circle, all of which are outstanding. Praise yourself for saying that you can rely on your face value, but you have to work.

For example, he made a custard, dessert and custard mixed with eggs and milk, which was originally full of human fireworks, but insisted on poetic words: May you have stars and the sea in your eyes and courage and affection in your heart.

I rested at home at the weekend and wrote: I quietly finished reading a latest novel on the sofa in the living room today.

it's very elegant, isn't it? The second half sentence happened to be a chicken massaged in the kitchen and steamed in a rice cooker. Semi-elegant and semi-vulgar match just right.

He loves life, and he is sunny. He lives a prosperous life alone, elegant and petty, positive and progressive, and quiet and indifferent.

Spring has come in Beijing, and he took Han Yu's poem: The most important thing is the benefits of spring, which is absolutely better than the smoke and willow in the imperial capital. Then take a leisurely ride and enjoy the spring scenery of the Forbidden City with everyone.

Sometimes, he also shows a faint sadness on festivals or on the anniversary of his father's death, Qingming and other days.

that day may be the anniversary of his father's death.

he wrote: studying and working in a different place, every time I go home, I am still in the car, and my father will send me a message asking: Where are you, waiting for you to eat? Many years later, I realized that someone was waiting for you, which was the thing worth showing off in my life.

In his junior year, his father was terminally ill. He took his father to Beijing for treatment and took a job outside while studying, in order to earn some medical expenses for his father. But in the end, my father left.

He took his mother to Beijing this Spring Festival and didn't send her back to her hometown until the epidemic eased.

I occasionally go to his circle of friends and read his various fragments.

in early spring, the imperial city has a red wall on half side, on which are weeping willows that have just sprouted. It's raining, he wrote. At this time, Beijing is half flamboyant and half low-key and quiet. I know that the Buddha pays attention to emptiness and letting go, but before the Buddha, I still can't help but say a lot of greed.

greed and obsession exist in all living beings. The world is floating, the Zen mind is empty, and there are very few people who can make a chic dust.

sometimes, he wrote in a very vicissitudes of life, "Life is not just about the present, but also about ba wang xi fa shui and Lycium barbarum in a thermos not far away.

those who don't know will think that this is definitely the standard life for middle-aged men.

and he is only thirty years old.

His food is as petty as his writing, which makes people appetite. In fact, going to see his food is to learn more about his love for life from behind the food.

his golden flower soup chicken essay: for foodies, if there is something delicious every day, life will not be monotonous.

sometimes you have to find or create the joy in life by yourself. As long as you have the heart, monotonous days will become poems.

make a corn sparerib soup, as well as tinfoil beef and braised sparerib. It's beautiful, full of color, smell and taste. It looks luxurious and less bourgeois, but he insists on remembering the bitter experience.

He wrote: When I fished out the ribs, I remembered that year's postgraduate entrance examination. In order to save time, I would cook more dinner and steam the food together at noon the next day.

In order to save money, stew the chicken skeleton with potatoes first, then take it out and braise the chicken skeleton, so that one dish will become two. At that time, I reviewed politics in the morning and English in the afternoon, painted in the evening and cooked a meal every day. My life was poor and happy.

I was almost drooling when I saw those tempting foods, but I was inexplicably sad when I saw such words. In a poor and happy life, he is also inspirational and uplifting.

when Beijing was half unsealed, he sent a circle: pedestrians wearing masks were walking by themselves, trees were sprouting, the sun was slowly moving on my balcony, and everything was particularly sci-fi and trance-like, as if nothing had happened, as if life had always been like this. I may have stayed at home for a long time, and I am numb to the epidemic letter. Looking at last year's photos, thinking that spring is coming? With photos of his spring outing last year.

If a person has spring in his heart and the outside world has not come yet, his heart is always bright and full of vitality.

A boy who likes sunshine and spring and has spring scenery in his heart, it is not monotonous to miss his spring alone, because he has all loves in his heart.

Today, his circle of friends wrote: We love and abandon as we walk, as if we were all passers-by.

It seems that my girlfriend who has been in love for many years also broke up. He said that there was no reason. I think maybe it just ended in vain. I loved for a long time and lost to eternity! Everyone is a passer-by, passing through this world.

Life has been changing, from being poor and happy to being rich and happy, which is a long process of his experience and growth.

in love, you get and lose, and you lose your family. As long as your parents are still there, your family will last forever. If one day, my parents are gone, my home will become a hometown I can't go back to. In his mind, the sadness of missing his father every festive season, I think maybe, is a kind of hidden pain.

Although the epidemic is working at home, I am not lazy at all, but I am not cooking less delicious food.

He once wrote: One should also live a warm life.

yes, no matter how the world treats us, we must learn to be gentle with ourselves.

A person is not alone. No one stands with you at dusk. You can watch the sunset alone. Who said that you are not beautiful in the setting sun? No one asks you how warm the porridge is, you can do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing, and work hard on your own. Like Dean.

No one turns off the lights with you. You can light an ever-burning lamp to light up a whole night and a person's heart. No one is with you * * * scholar, a biography of a person, you will always be the protagonist, a long story of a person, a toss and turn of a person ...

Tears of love come to your lips, you swallow them yourself, and the past is forgotten.

a person looks up at the stars and sees the joys and sorrows of the world flashing. Tea is cold, and you can cook it yourself. The bitterness and fragrance are between your lips and teeth, and swallowing it is a person's soul-stirring.

one person's worries melt away silently. Love a dream, tears in your eyes and pain in your heart, so what's the harm? Eyes that shed tears are brighter, and hearts that shed blood are stronger.

in this life, people have to go their own way. Looking back on the bleak places, there is no rain or shine.

I hope someone will be with you at dusk, and someone will ask you how warm the porridge is. May there be stars and the sea in your eyes and courage and affection in your heart.

May everyone who has love in his heart cultivate true love. May everyone who loves life live a warm life. May everyone who has stars in his eyes be as bright as stars.