There is saltiness in sweetness, sweetness in saltyness, a reflection of the original life.

The scenery that has been "snubbed" can wait, but the talents that have been "snubbed" cannot bear to wait any longer!

Many dangers in the world are hidden without any trace in people and things that appear to be perfect.

Sweet and Salty Life

When I was young, I wanted to eat "sweet and salty".

When drinking tea and coffee, you have to drink three tablespoons of condensed milk in a small cup; when you make red bean soup and mung bean soup, you add a tablespoon or a tablespoon of white sugar without any thought. Introversion.

Every sip is like pouring liquid white sugar down your throat.

When eating, no matter what comes to you, you must pour a circle of soy sauce on it as if to "salute". Sometimes, if it doesn't taste enough, I add a pinch of salt and mix it into the soy sauce.

Every bite is like chewing salt that is so salty that your taste buds tremble.

Very sweet and very salty, it fully demonstrates the spirit of "The Expendables".

The same goes for people: great love and great hatred. If you like someone in your heart, you will feel that the other person is perfect and flawless; if you hate someone in your heart, you will feel that the other person has many shortcomings and is useless. In those days when I was so young that I didn't know the heights of the world, I was disdainful and unwilling to hide my "self-righteousness" feeling, and often "accidentally hurt good people" without realizing it.

Slowly, people reach middle age.

Health awareness has increased and dietary tastes have changed. Significantly reduce the intake of sugar and salt, and use "slightly sweet" and "slightly salty" as the guideline for cooking food. In the past, I always hated and detested foods with ambiguous sweetness and ambiguous taste, such as sweet and sour meat, mango duck, honey chicken, etc. However, now, not only do I accept it, but I actually also gradually like it - there is saltiness in the sweetness and sweetness in the saltiness, which is the portrayal of life!

Great love and great hatred should only belong to the stage. Real life should have more tolerance and room for change. Although I am still far, far away from the realm of "no anger, no resentment, no anger, no hate", at least I have learned that there is a "golden mean" between "great love" and "great hate" ".

I am willing to continue to receive the teachings of the years with a sincere heart.

Neglect

A foreign friend who visited Singapore for two weeks talked about Singapore's scenic spots at the farewell dinner. Chinatown, Haw Par Villa, Bird Park, Botanical Garden, Central Park, Van Cleef Aquarium: Sri Marimanjan, Kuang Mang Phor Jaw Temple, Shuang Lin Temple, Thian Hock Temple, Crocodile Park, Zoo, Sentosa , Pulau Ubin, St. John's Island, Kusu Island, Wan Qing Yuan, Peace Monument, etc., etc., all have his clear footprints.

I listened quietly on the sidelines. The more I listened, the more ashamed I became.

The many scenic spots he described with joy and the many islands he explored in search of mysteries are all things I have never been to.

It’s not that there is a complete lack of curiosity to explore, it’s just that these famous places are close at hand, as safe and secure as something held in the palm of your hand. I kept thinking in my mind: I can’t fly, so what’s the rush? This unconsciously drags on day by day, year by year. The place is getting old slowly, but people have never left their footsteps on it. The worst thing is; if I don’t go or watch, I don’t feel any regret in my heart.

I recently read Shanghai female writer Ms. Zha Zhihua's collection of essays "Wuhua Xiaowen", and there is a paragraph in it, which is like a drum hammer, knocking hard on the leaves of my heart:

"People have a strong interest in exploring a city they first arrived in, but often inadvertently ignore and neglect the place where they have lived for several years and decades. Therefore, someone wrote a poem and said: Familiar places No scenery. ”

Neglect and neglect.

Yes, yes, you are in Lushan and you don’t know the true face of Lushan, just because the person who is in Lushan is indifferent to the majestic Lushan.

The scenery that has been "neglected" can wait - even if you wait ten or eight years, the scenery will still be as charming as before. But. If you are "neglected", you are a talent, and this talent cannot bear to wait any longer!

Wine and people

Friendship is like wine.

A sweet-tongued acquaintance, like fruit wine.

Cherry wine, apple wine, orange wine, apricot wine, and perry wine are all dazzling and colorful, and everyone loves them. Just sip lightly, don't drink too much. If you drink too much, its cloying sweetness will linger in your throat. It's hard to get rid of it, but it's even harder to keep it.

The friendship between gentlemen. Like rice wine.

The wine tastes light and subtle. It is not intoxicating or greasy, and you will never go crazy for it. On a breezy afternoon with the fragrance of flowers, you will inadvertently think of it. Pour a cup of rice wine with a plate of peanuts, and you can spend a pleasant time drinking it on a windy and rainy night. It can block the surging melancholy.

The friendship between villains is like coconut wine. , I vomited colorfully. I woke up the next day with a splitting headache and a feeling of regret.

Wine is like a friend whose friendship lasts forever. p> Clear and sweet, the wine has a lasting taste. Red wine is like agate, white wine is like crystal, they are both "fine products" of friendship. The older the wine, the better it tastes. When you drink it, you love it; when you don't drink it, you miss it. It will never make you drunk, but it will make you dream about it even when you are slightly drunk.

The life and death friend who can help you is like the medicinal wine brewed by the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. .

There are very few wines like this in the world; whether you can meet them depends on fate. As soon as you take off the bottle cap, the aroma of the wine will hit you; after a few sips, the aroma of wine will linger on your tongue. Meaningful. Drink it regularly to keep fit and eliminate all kinds of diseases.

If everyone in the world knew clearly what kind of wine was in their cup, then it would be a shame to lose their composure after drinking. What’s more terrible is that people often mistakenly mistake coconut wine for wine, and after drinking it, they feel arrogant. What’s even more frightening is that some people deliberately “pack A bottle of B wine” and others accidentally drink it and get hurt by bad wine. It’s too late. So, before you raise your glass, you should open your eyes and recognize the brand; when you sip, you should be alert and discern the taste of the wine!

Sweet and Spicy Zongzi

At the Chinese New Year dinner hosted by the Singapore Literary and Art Association, I sat at the same table with Mr. Zhang Hui.

While eating shark fin, I was shocked to see him scoop up a large spoonful of chili sauce and pour it into the bowl without changing his expression. I ate it with the shark's fin. Soon, the roast chicken was served, and I saw him dipping the whole piece of chicken into the chili sauce. I was secretly shocked and couldn't help but secretly thought: Later. When the dessert of water chestnuts is served, I wonder if Mr. Zhang Hui will also scoop a spoonful of chili sauce to mix it with it?

Different family backgrounds often lead to different eating habits.

I remember the first time I went to Ipoh with my newlywed husband for a wedding visit. It was the Dragon Boat Festival, and my mother-in-law brought me a hot rice dumpling. Her fried rice dumplings made of mushrooms, pork, chestnuts and shrimp are extremely delicious and are famous far and wide. When I was unmarried and living at home, I had long been accustomed to my mother's method of eating various kinds of rice dumplings with sugar, so now, I poured sugar on the rice dumplings without hesitation. Everyone in the room was dumbfounded. For a long time, all kinds of joking words came pouring in. While laughing, they all thought that my eating method was tantamount to "wasting natural resources". During dinner, I saw my mother-in-law put the originally sweet and crisp cucumber into the soup and boiled it until it became rotten. I was also shocked - in my family, cucumbers are only used for pickling or eating raw.

Because my husband and I come from families with different origins, our food preferences are also very different. He couldn't stand the overpowering smell of fermented bean curd; as for me, I hated the monotony of plain meat.

We seek to survive in differences and seek peace in existence, and we will never engage in assimilation. However, the strange thing is: over time, one party will always be subtly affected. For example, fried chicken with fermented bean curd is now my husband’s favorite dish, and I think it’s also delicious to dip the meat in shrimp sauce!

Culture is the same. Letting different races in the same country shine culturally is a healthy way to survive. Forcibly kneading it together is equivalent to encouraging diners to sprinkle pepper on the rice dumplings and add sugar. Hehehe, you can imagine the spicy and sweet taste for yourself!

Tires

Two months ago, I sent my car to the garage for routine inspection.

The car was not well maintained and there was nothing serious. However, the inspector thought that the four tires on my car were "overage" and advised me to go to a tire shop to replace them.

After I got home, I took a closer look at the tires. Hey, they were all pretty good. The patterns on the tires were meticulous and clear, with no signs of wear at all; Knocked it hard, it was strong and elastic.

So, the inspector’s words fell on deaf ears.

The rainy season is here.

One day, when the car was driving on a wet road, I suddenly felt a sense of inadequacy. The tires seemed unwilling to "obey" the control of the wheel, especially when turning on a slippery road. There is a feeling that the wheel and the tire "do their own thing".

This surprise is no small matter.

Take the car to the tire shop quickly. As soon as the staff inspected them, they exclaimed:

"Wow, these tires are so old, they will burst anytime and anywhere! Why didn't you bring them in for replacement earlier!"

I murmured: "It looks as good as new!"

The staff quickly removed these four "gold and jade on the outside, but rotten on the inside" tires. Taking it apart, he kindly instilled common sense into me, a layman:

"Nowadays, the technology for manufacturing tires is very good. The patterns on the tires will not wear out even if they are rolled on the road for ten or eight years." There are traces! However, you have to remember: on average, each tire needs to be replaced after traveling for 32,000 kilometers. Therefore, cars that often travel long distances need to replace their tires every one or two years; Even short-distance cars have to be replaced every two or three years. Many traffic accidents are caused by tire blowouts and loss of control of the car!"

I changed four tires and learned a valuable lesson.

Many dangers in the world are hidden without any trace in people and things that appear to be perfect.

Turn a corner

Once, I invited two friends whom I hadn’t seen for a long time to go out for dinner.

I was driving, and the three of us were chatting and laughing in the car. It was so lively. When I came to an intersection where I could only turn left, I was distracted by chatting and walked straight ahead. It was too late, but soon, a large truck turning to the left slammed into me like a terrifying black shadow. , at this critical moment, I twisted the wheel to one side vigorously, and only heard a "clang" sound. The rearview mirror next to the car was completely knocked off by the truck, and the body also had large ugly scratches due to friction.

At this time, "green light" flooded inside the car - my friend's two white faces turned pale green due to excessive fright. In the silence of the embarrassment, I looked to the left and back, and saw that their facial features and limbs were all in place and intact. Only then did my wildly beating and suspended heart finally calm down. .

I couldn’t go to the restaurant I planned to go to, and my car without the rearview mirror had to be sent to a garage immediately.

The joy of meeting again after a long separation disappeared, and everyone seemed to be in a trance. My friend was still in fear and remained silent; while I, with a gray face and a gray face, felt sorry for myself in my heart:

"If I had not taken the shortcut and taken the high road just now, I would not have encountered such bad luck. Son? Also, if I had made a phone call to book a restaurant somewhere else, wouldn’t this accident have been avoided? ”

Self-blame, regret, and anger are all there; a heart , like crumpled paper, dull and painful; after a while, I tried to think about the problem from another angle, and suddenly I had a different feeling.

The situation could have been thousands of times worse. Now, my friend was not injured and the car was not badly damaged. Isn’t it extremely lucky?

Thinking of this, the dark cloud that had gathered on the leaves of his heart was immediately blown away by a brisk wind.

After sending the car to the garage, my friend and I happily took a taxi to eat Thai food.

After anything happens, if the person involved blindly digs into the horn, he will eventually suffocate to death in that dark, sharp horn with no way out. However, just turn a slight corner. The bright sunshine and the broad road are all there, waiting.

Both the adulterer and the fungus

think I am a happy person.

Happy, just because I don’t “allow for adultery”.

"Traitor" refers to the "little traitor" hidden in everyone's mind who specializes in creating elements of sadness.

Someone deliberately raised it, raised it to be fat and big, and caused trouble at will.

When the weather is calm, they let the "little traitor" out and let him go around collecting gossip. Then, he is immersed in these unfounded gossips and suffers from self-inflicted pain.

When life is ups and downs, they let the "little traitors" who are usually "pampered" proudly turn the breeze into a typhoon and the microwave into a giant wave. Then, in the exaggerated typhoons and huge waves, we cried and were in panic all day long. One day, when a real strong wind blows and huge waves rise, they will be tortured to death by the "little traitor" who is uninhibited and misbehaves.

As for me, I will not tolerate adultery, never, never, never.

I know it is there, but I ignore it, ignore it, listen to it, talk about it, and more importantly, don’t raise it.

The grid of my life is filled up so densely that there is no room for it to do evil. Even though the deer-headed rat-eye is poking its head there all day long, it can never find a threshold where it can take advantage of it.

Occasionally, when a storm arises and it is ready to move, I will fight it with all my strength and never let it have a chance to thrive. Of course, there are times when it succeeds and makes trouble. However, even if it is at a disadvantage, I still adhere to the general principle of "never raise it". It lacks "nutrients" and fights alone. After a while, it will automatically "never raise it". Hungry".

I don’t cultivate adultery, but I cultivate bacteria—happy bacteria.

Nurture it, nourish it, and then let it multiply in the text, and then pass it on to everyone who comes into contact with the text.

The wires were sick

When we bought the house we currently live in more than ten years ago. Wires and wires lay ugly and exposed on the wall, like veins snaking around the wrists. While you're in the middle of a major renovation, hire an electrician to dig them into the wall. The situation of digging into walls, flying sand and stones, and the smoky atmosphere in the house was really upsetting. However, thinking that it could be "fixed once and for all", I reluctantly endured it.

After laying out the circuit and hiding the wires, I installed a "current interrupter" for safety.

More than ten years have passed, and my life has been quiet, peaceful, smooth and secure.

However, unexpectedly, recently, the wires have become "sick", and they have become quite sick. At first, the current interrupter cut off the electricity in the whole house every now and then; slowly, the situation became worse and worse, and it was cut off every few hours; finally, it fell into a state of "paralysis", the lights did not work, and the fans did not work. It won't move, the freezer won't be cold, and the computer won't move. I was helpless and in agony.

Wires are all densely hidden in the walls. When the electricians are doing the general inspection, they have a hazy feeling of "seeing flowers in the smoke". They make various bold assumptions and then carry out various precautions. of verification. However, the "experiments" were done again and again, and the current was still dying.

During the day, I was sweating and followed groups of different electricians up and down the stairs, explaining to them again and again the pattern of the wires in the house. At night, in the dim light of portable electric lamps and thin candles, I looked at the mountain of manuscript proposals and letters waiting for reply piled next to the computer. I was so anxious that it made me restless.

After three weeks of hard work, we finally found the "source of the disease."

Prescribe the right medicine to restore youth.

On the day when the whole house was brightly lit, I sat under the air conditioner that blew out the cool breeze, pressed my hands on the computer keyboard to write, and felt a great joy of "being reborn" in my heart.

Oh, the happiness in the world is actually contained in ordinary and ordinary life. It is a pity that people in the world are ignorant of blessings and fully enjoy all the conveniences brought by civilized life, but they take all of them for granted. Happiness is so close in front of you that you don’t even realize it;

Don’t limit yourself

I read a piece of news in the Taiwan United Newspaper, which moved me to tears.

Mason, a senior writer, lost his sight due to retinal disease more than ten years ago, but he still continues to create with perseverance. In the past six years, he has devoted himself to the creation of full-length novels. "Youyan's Chuanchanghe", which he revised five drafts, was recently completed with the help of two friends in recording and transcribing.

What touches people's hearts is what he said in his own words:

"It is inconvenient to grope for writing in the dark when we cannot see; but in our lives, we always You will encounter many difficulties, and you must find ways to overcome them. As long as a person does not limit himself, no difficulties can limit him. ”

This is a shining piece of wisdom.

From Mason, I think of Zhuang Yu, a blind writer in my country.

She is also a typical example of not limiting herself.

I have met her at some art gatherings and art exhibitions. On her peacefully smiling face, I couldn't find any trace of her painful struggle in the turbulent waves; there was only a sense of tranquility and clarity on a sunny day! Suddenly, broad-minded.

She firmly accepted the cruel fact of being "blind" and faced it bravely. She did not hide in her small room all day long and complain about herself in tears. On the contrary, she actively picked up her pen again, painted and wrote, and created a colorful world for herself in the dark world. The most rare thing is: the world of words she created. It's not sad or pessimistic; sometimes, she even displays the art of "self-mockery" between the lines.

Without self-limitation, even if you are blind, you still have the ability to transform the dark and boundless world into a bright and shining life. Like Mei Xun and Zhuang Yu, they have an infinitely vast world in their minds, hearts, and chests.

It's very urgent.

I regard "being born into the world" as a journey. For this trip, I bought a one-way ticket. The monk rings the bell, and every day counts as a day; as for me, reading and writing, every day counts, and every day counts as one day.

I know that time is fleeting and I don’t want to run around in this world in vain, so I deliberately fill the grid of my life to the fullest.

I am busy and tired, but I am happy because I clearly know where my goal of survival is.

I met two friends who were also very anxious to "burn themselves" in the human world.

A man named Tian works as an editor at a major newspaper in Taiwan. Every day in the newspaper office, I deal with mountains and seas of manuscripts, so exhausted that my limbs are almost torn to pieces; when I get home, I have to deal with trivial housework. After nightfall, she would not rest without watching TV. On the contrary, she mustered up all her energy and immersed herself in reading English under the flickering lights. In a letter to me, she said:

"With only work but no study, I live like a robot, and my brain gradually becomes as rigid as a stone. I study English hard in my spare time. Not because it can bring me any practical benefits, just to keep my brain flexible through continuous learning. The feeling of absorbing new knowledge is so beautiful, and I feel that every day is very fulfilling. ”

Another friend holds an important position in the business world. Although he is extremely busy, he still spares precious time to engage in social welfare and charity work. There is only one simple reason for doing this:

"I want to prove to myself the value of survival."

People who suffer from self-destruction are often unwilling to show others in their lives. People who hand in blank papers themselves.

Power outage

When living in the desert, the most feared thing is a power outage.

I am afraid during the day and even more afraid at night.

The desert climate is extremely hot. There are six air conditioners in the house that are on at the same time. In the afternoon, I was staying comfortably in the room, reading and writing. The six air conditioners suddenly made a harsh noise together, and then, a "silent" sound came from the entire earth.

In the complete silence, the outdoor heat flowed in bit by bit through the gaps under the windows and doors. After a while, the whole room turned into a terrible oven, and the person was like a dying salted fish in the oven.

Slowly, the heat forced its way into the mattress and cushions, making it difficult to lie down and sit comfortably; touching my cheeks felt as hot as a soldering iron. Not long after, the people in the house felt smoke slowly coming out from above their heads, sizzling, oh, it was like they were incineration! When the heat exceeded the tolerable limit, the whole mind fell into a state of dullness and confusion.

Having a power outage at night when my husband is on a business trip is the biggest nightmare in my life.

In the quiet little white house on the lonely ridge, there was only one ignorant child facing me silently. In this lighted room, the embarrassing loneliness condenses and weighs heavily on people's hearts. When the current suddenly stopped, it was like a black devil's hand stretched out from the sky, ruthlessly holding the house, the mountain, and the earth. That kind of blackness is bottomless and endless. The whole person suddenly lost his support, as if he was suddenly pushed into the vast sea, with the fear and panic of being suffocated. At such moments, the children beside them are always so frightened that they burst into tears. That desperate cry is like a sharp axe, cutting into pieces the ghostly night that surrounds it. The fragments swirl in the desert's unique In the cold wind, the hearts of mother and son could not stop trembling.

The child was so frightened that after returning from the desert, he did not dare to sleep alone for a long time, and always insisted on turning on the light when sleeping.

The fear I had about power outages was completely buried after returning to China.

What worries me now is the phenomenon of "power outage" in the spiritual world.

Eat well and indulge in pleasures all day long, wandering about in a hurry, letting the days fly away unconsciously. Gradually, the spirit entered a blackout state.

Method of powering up. There is always only one. Read diligently.

Gold Medal

Flip through the magazine and read a short story that touched my heart.

Before an athlete competed, his coach said to him meaningfully:

"Don't be stuck by the pressure of a gold medal. If you have something in your heart, you won't be able to run." You can't run fast. The most important thing is to show your true ability."

This is a revelation.

The gold medal is encouragement and motivation; it is motivation and driving force; it is applause and cheers.

After winning a gold medal, some people will regard it as a lifelong "talisman." He forgot that gold medals can "preserve their value", but they definitely cannot "preserve their quality"; he also forgot that "sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat." In his extraordinary self-satisfaction, he deceived himself into believing that good works could be produced even without tempering. Once someone criticized him, he would righteously retort loudly:

"What, you said I’m not good enough? Don’t forget it. I’m a gold medalist!”

Some people will worry about turning that gold medal into a “Wutai Mountain” and let it weigh heavily on them. At this time, even though he had seventy-two changes, it was difficult for him to use his fists. Alas, a moment of glory has sadly turned into a lifelong burden. In the loneliness where no masterpieces continue to come out, the light shining from the gold medal is both eye-catching and harsh. There are also some people who worry about gains and losses. As a result, the gold medal becomes a shackle, and the road ahead is all downhill.

A rational and intelligent person will never talk about the gold medal, let alone keep it in his heart. The gold medal is just a small milestone in his personal career. He deeply understands that the feeling of "having it once" is beautiful, but greater achievements depend on "everlasting" efforts. So, after that golden day, he would put the gold medal on the shelf and forget about it. Then, as always, practice your skills diligently and prepare for another sprint. Time is passing like water, and one day when my temples are like snow, I accidentally open the cupboard and take a look. There is a long row of "forgotten" gold medals inside, standing quietly, shining with gorgeous and brilliant golden light.

Peacock in full bloom

I received a card made by Zhao Chen, a young poet from Hangzhou.

He used red and yellow colored paper to draw a vivid peacock and glued it to the inner page. When I opened the card, the peacock also unfolded its brilliant tail screen, forming a beautiful semicircle.

On the card, there is only a simple line of words:

"The text is like a peacock spreading its tail."

Ah, what a beautiful image.

In fact, I think everyone is a peacock, working very hard to turn our achievements into a dazzling tail, and then happily and happily showing off the tail in front of others. The screen opens, opens.

During the days when I was studying hard in the cold window, every page of the book always contained the faces of my parents who were looking forward to it. When I get the grade book, if there are impressive achievements in it, the first thing that comes to mind is the happy smiles on my parents’ faces. He flew towards the door of the house without even having time to take off his shoes. With a "wow" sound, he proudly opened his glittering tail in front of his parents without any reservation.

After growing up and getting married, I tried my best to make the sky above my head wider and brighter, and make the tail screen more gorgeous and gorgeous; It should be read by parents, by loving partners, and by relatives and friends who respect, appreciate and understand each other.

The peacock’s tail is definitely not for self-showing.

If a thoughtful person stands aside and looks at the round and wide-open tail screen, he will find that in addition to the bright colors of the tail screen, there is also the sweat and hard work of long-term hard work. tears, unremitting perseverance, self-flagellation; and, most importantly; love.

We fight and open our arms for all those we love and those who love us.

Monkey Things

When I was a child, visiting the botanical garden was a major event in life. What I love is not the bright reds and purples that sooth my mind and eyes, but the quirky monkeys. A packet of peanuts and a bunch of bananas can entertain you all morning. The monkeys became spoiled and became arrogant, snatching food and scratching tourists. Finally, it was vigorously swept away and has disappeared since then.

Look, you don’t know how to restrain yourself when you are proud, you don’t know how to respect yourself when you are in glory, you use all your power, and it will inevitably end in tragedy.

When I was a little older, I saw monkeys again in the circus. These monkeys, dressed in red and green, are posing and selling their poor dignity to beg for the laughter of the audience. As I watched, I suddenly felt strongly that the man on horseback ogling me, twisting his waist and blowing kisses frequently, and bowing and bowing while wearing a hat, was no longer a monkey, but a zombie-like puppet.

Hey, those who bury their own nature and live purely according to the will of others, no matter how rich their material life is, Hengyuan is just a clown in the eyes of others.

After getting older and waving goodbye to my youth, I packed my bags and traveled abroad. In the Amazon jungle of America, I was shocked to see another fate of monkeys. I live in a simple hut next to the Amazon River, with skinny monkeys tied to thin wooden posts. A pair of monkey eyes, languid and lifeless; a pair of shoulders, droopy and listless. Monkeys have none of their natural cleverness and agility. It seems that it already knows its fate. In the evening, there was a struggle and a few screams, but everything fell silent again. Soon, the smoke started to rise, the aroma filled the air, and the monkey beside the pillar turned into steaming monkey meat in the pot.

Alas, if you walk in the rivers and lakes without practicing martial arts, move in the jungle without avoiding traps, and let others catch you with your hands and become fat meat on the chopping board, you are to blame.

It’s the Year of the Monkey, so I picked up a few short stories to encourage myself and others.

Weakness

When I visited the Venomous Snake Research Institute in Brazil, the host took out a large, colorful snake that was constantly squirming, declared that the venom glands had been removed, and generously let the visitors play with it. Everyone screamed loudly and retreated. But I am not afraid. I let the big flower snake sit on top of my head, wrap around my waist, crawl on my arms, and play freely. The feeling was cool and slippery, as if I was wearing a scarf made of water.

Other visitors expressed admiration and told me that I was brave.

However, in the eyes of everyone, I am very brave, but when I encounter a cockroach, I will lose my soul and become so cowardly that anyone who sees me will feel ashamed for me. I am afraid of those crawling on the ground; I am even more afraid of those flying in the air. No matter big or small, black, brown, fat, skinny, male or female, young or old, as long as they are cockroaches, they can swallow my whole gallbladder without any effort.

The most embarrassing and terrifying experience in my memory is: I was driving, and a huge cockroach suddenly flew out of the car halfway. My face turned green and my lips turned white, so I immediately applied an emergency brake and was extremely embarrassed. He escaped from the car, only he didn't shout "Help".

One of the "unforgettable" memories in my childhood is: a primary school classmate who knew that I had "cockroach phobia" brought a live cockroach to school. When I wasn't paying attention, he put a cockroach in the collar behind my neck as a prank. When the cockroaches crawled around in my clothes, I was so frightened that I burst into tears in front of everyone. That feeling of chills all over, weak feet, burning forehead, and heart beating wildly, as if I had seen a ghost during the day, I still have lingering fears when I think about it.

After this incident, I have never been able to forgive her. Until I graduated from elementary school, I never spoke a word to her again.

Deep in everyone's heart, there is a very weak place. This place may hide some fear or shadow, may be branded with some kind of trauma or scar, may contain some sadness or pain. Respect it and let it exist quietly. Don't touch it, expose it or pick it apart. . In this way, you not only preserve the friendship between the two parties, preserve the dignity of the other party, but also preserve your own personality.

Sour

Sour is a very peculiar taste.

It is extremely sharp and can shoot a bow! Have a chain reaction. After just one mouthful, saliva and stomach acid came out; then, the facial features were distorted, the tip of the tongue trembled, the nose shrank, and the eyes became astringent. Sometimes, the sour gas rushes straight to the forehead, and even the brain nerves are paralyzed.

It is very ambiguous and gives people a complicated feeling. It is not as clean and neat as sweet, salty, and spicy, and it is an independent "taste". It is always entangled with other tastes: sweet and sour, hot and sour, sour, and the scary thing is: while bitter and bitter are intertwined, , it always dominates the scene, like a very cunning little snake, sneaking into your throat and stomach, and finally, it invades the bone marrow, making you tremble and restless.

It is also very domineering and can exert power from a distance. "Looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst" is a typical example.

So sharp, so ambiguous, so domineering, yet everyone loves it.

I love its stimulation. Every time I taste it, it feels like a battle is going on in my mouth. The poor tongue has no way to escape, and is tortured so hard that it can't stretch out freely, like a small boat churning endlessly in the stormy waves. Several struggles