Legend has it that there was an expedition in ancient China. His wife prayed day and night to a big tree on the high mountain. She cried under the tree because she missed the lover of frontier fortress. Her tears dried up and turned into bright red drops of blood.

I went straight to the study when I got home, but today I didn't write about eating red beans. It is more appropriate to call it "red bean" or "red bean". Both "Red Bean Army" are listed on cowpea, which looks like mung bean plants and has yellow flowers. In a word, although leguminous plants sound very kind, they are not the main source of soft and waxy fragrance. When I was a child, I studied Lu Xun's From Herb Garden to Stereo Bookstore. There is a sentence in it, "Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone well fences, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees." I will be curious about what acacia is like.

From reading to now, I have been single-minded, and my favorite poet is Wang Wei. This man, who was revered as "Shi Fo" by later generations, had reached a secret realm when he was alive. It is a double combination of man and Buddha. Each of his poems is like a painting from a higher civilization. In today's choppy world, mountains and rivers are breezes, empty valleys and orchids, and frustrated streams. Even after thousands of years of fog and frost, it is still a quiet and beautiful light in human history.

It sounds like a hasty and romantic explanation, but think about it. If Wang Wei hadn't written the sentence "I hope you collect more, this thing is the cutest", how could the word "red bean" be beautiful to the extreme? Like a line in the moonlight. If you don't catch it, it will float down.

Therefore, we should thank the poets in this world who have helped mankind to turn metaphysical nothingness into aesthetics. They are rubies hidden in a treasure chest, rose oil in a crystal bottle, parrots in painted cages, and all the core gems can be touched in the red room.