I Have a Story, Do You Have Wine?

In the past, I had stories but could not find the person who could listen to my silent telling. Now, I'm full of stories, hoping for a boy with a clean smile willing to listen. I knew I was not good at drinking, but I still drank. An unspeakable bitterness spreads in the mouth. I want to travel all over the world alone and wander. Go to Dali, Hangzhou, Huangshan, Yunnan, Kunming... And become a wandering poet. Waiting for the next sunset. Waiting for you to smile and play the guitar to me, I will rest my head on your shoulder.

I have a habit of reading, that is, I like to drink coffee while reading. Most of the stories in this book are sad. While drinking coffee and reading it, I felt that the joys and sorrows in the story are like bitter coffee. It is a bit bitter, but it will be very warm afterward. Especially in winter, even if it is cold outside, a cup of coffee is enough.

I have a glass of wine to soothe the wind and dust: I wish you trouble-free years, I wish you no joy or sorrow for the rest of my life. There are always a few people you have to give up in your life. Like I've never known you before. Winter passes and spring comes, across the four seasons, Missing makes me sick. If it weren't for you for the rest of my life, I'm not looking forward to it. If we don't meet you in this life, Then all the years will be in vain, What a shame. Across thousands of mountains and rivers, You are the hometown I can't go back to, Sit with me on both sides of the light. I have a story, do you have wine: All the things you want, I can't bear to use it all at once. Keep the places you haven't gone to, For those who haven't seen you yet, wait. There are so many people and so many stories. As long as it is worthy, it should be remembered. Get drunk and then rest, Er Zui is distressed, Entering the world drunk three times, Drunk and unable to wake up. You have a glass of intoxicating wine in vain, But it can't relieve the slightest worry. It's good to have you gone, Otherwise, don't worry about leaving. Welcome to add

In my impression, this book talks mostly about emotions, especially love. Among them, the ones I regret the most are Gong Xiao and Yu Fei. As the author said, "Although I love you, so what"... One is blindly confident, the other refuses to say anything, and ultimately missed. If they were braver, would the outcome be different? At least it would be better than now. It is better to take the initiative to confess your feelings and say "I love you" than to be forced to accept such bitter words as "I can't wait for you anymore". Life is a journey by car, which will pass through many stops, but we must know that even if we go round and round, we will always reach our destination.

Young people should stop playing with their mobile phones all the time. They should read more books and increase their knowledge. If you don't believe me, read the following words: whore, 餮鼗, 雩粣, 镤颥, solelican, minnow, 鱱鲲, tapir 鍍, 贴耋, 铞耵. Have you discovered that you can do nothing but whoring? The scary thing is that you still want to take advantage of your own divine judgment and prevent others from living. People???? Are???? Lu???? Too much????,???? Even when???? Looking???? East???? West???? Eyes???? Are???? Flowers???????? Click like to see clearly.

The true feelings between the lines of this book and the simple language make people get involved in the text from the beginning. They can emotionally guess the ending of each story, which makes people feel relieved. Maybe this is really the best ending. In this materialistic society, pedestrians on the road look in a hurry. They are not busy running for life, but they have too much past and dare not face it. They can only exchange daily busyness for one day's fatigue and complaints, and continue living like this the next day! In fact, they are just clumsily avoiding the pain caused by the past in a way that the world thinks is very clever... In a busy street, in a corner, that person is drinking from a glass with tears streaming down his face, or his expression is dull, holding half a glass of wine in front of his chest, as if the past is floating in front of him like a disc, and he doesn't want to look at it, but he can't bear to look away...

This book is really good, I especially like the sentence: "Sometimes, when you have been paying attention to someone for a long time, you think that this person is yours." I always feel that there are many stories between me and him, but actually there are nothing to him, right?

I have always hoped that "time will never grow old and we will never be separated", and I have always asked, will time last forever? The answer is no, but "all the banquets in life come to an end" and no one will accompany you all the way. Various graduations, bursts of laughter and bursts of tears, I am afraid only you can experience the individual feelings. Tragedy, because of the existence of comedy, seems so sad, and I understand something in the sadness. We may agree with these stories, but we are still not that person, and we still don't know what our own path will be.

Everyone has a story, no matter how many people they meet in life, there is only one person. Why let go, and why look away? All your experiences today will make you a better person. If you are with loneliness, you will no longer be lonely. Just get used to it.

I remember that I also wrote a story about a regular customer of a bar, with a slightly tipsy blush, telling her story quietly. Occasionally, her eyes would get wet when she was moved by herself, but she would drink away her chokes with a sip of wine, and then she would smile and say to me: It's okay, I'm fine, really! I drink, but I don't like love that is full of alcohol. The first few short stories are okay, but the subsequent stories are inevitably a bit repetitive and full of alcohol. We got to know each other over drinking, but unfortunately we went out to drink again, and when we separated, we drank and reminisced again! Enough is enough. We don't need too much wine in our lives. If there is too much wine, it becomes false and it becomes a novel. The high alcohol content did not affect my tear ducts. Instead, it numbed my emotions and made me bored. Living in reality, we always place our hopes on the nothingness brought by alcohol. I don't know whether the love fermented in alcohol is the depth of love or the helplessness of life. Take a sip of wine to drown your sobs, and say the last sentence again: I'm fine, really!