May You Be Gentle and Strong, Able to Attack and Defend
by Zhou Chong
About This Novel
This is a collection of essays about "Food and Love". This book is based on a warm and true love story and uses food as a clue to describe the love and pain of urban men and women. Some laugh and curse, some show compassion and care, or some sharp analysis, facing the absurdity, chronic diseases and serious maladies of this world. Zhou Chong changed the sharp writing style of the first two books, and used warmth and healing as the background to heal thousands of men and women. It is a work worth looking forward to. What remains unchanged is that Zhou Chong's writing is still profound and inspiring, his talent is as talented as a flower and a knife, and he has depth, height and warmth at the same time.
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Food, drink, men and women, fireworks in the world
Marriage is like a hot pot, and we are all the dish. As it cooks, it melts, melts together, and turns into a rich soup base, without you and me. Then, on the slow fire of time, the marriage of three lives, the scenery of the four seasons, all kinds of grains, seven emotions and six desires... After that, time grows old and happens in vain. When you lift the pot, you and I have been boiled into the human years of you and me. This is ordinary life. In this life, we hold celadon bowls, hold red wooden chopsticks, and hold up a handful of vegetables, replacing "I love you" with "eat more" and spend day after day. And when you raised your head, scooped up a spoonful of soup from the black pottery pot, handed it over, and said, "Try it, it tastes good," like the passage of time, a kind of silent warmth and ordinary poetry were picked up by you, flowed into my throat, and swallowed into the entrails of love. This is our true life, an ordinary but extraordinary happy life. Love and happiness are contained in every bit of life!
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Food, drink, men and women, fireworks in the world
Marriage is like a hot pot, and we are all the dish. As it cooks, it melts, melts together, and turns into a rich soup base, without you and me. Then, on the slow fire of time, the marriage of three lives, the scenery of the four seasons, all kinds of grains, seven emotions and six desires... After that, time grows old and happens in vain. When you lift the pot, you and I have been boiled into the human years of you and me. This is ordinary life. In this life, we hold celadon bowls, hold red wooden chopsticks, and hold up a handful of vegetables, replacing "I love you" with "eat more" and spend day after day. And when you raised your head, scooped up a spoonful of soup from the black pottery pot, handed it over, and said, "Try it, it tastes good," like the passage of time, a kind of silent warmth and ordinary poetry were picked up by you, flowed into my throat, and swallowed into the entrails of love. This is our true life, an ordinary but extraordinary happy life. Love and happiness are contained in every bit of life!
