My Drinking History
by Huang Yao
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I have never been in love or resented. Only when your heart is cold, turn the ice stains into running water, take a breath, suck a drop, breathe in the fragrance, and be happy to see the grass drunk... - Inscription. A tooth-bone chopstick was lowered vertically into the wine cup. One end of the chopstick was half submerged, and then it spiraled out, and the wine dripped down. The little child's mouth will open like a chick waiting to be fed, and it will take it solemnly. Then, the drop of wine fell. The child choked, ha! What does it taste like? Haha... What does it smell like? It takes a lifetime to answer. In my family, this is a tried-and-tested ritual. Don't know what it means. When I was three years old, maybe only one and a half years old, it was basically a family dinner scene. It was a family tradition to climb onto my father's lap and take the initiative to receive this "baptism" that was not solemn but a bit funny.
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