The world is truly wonderful.

The people you don't want to see are often lingering, and the people you think about for a long time sometimes look through the autumn water.

Zhang Shan's parents invited guests to the "Golden Peacock" restaurant located at the head of Lanxi Road.

6 o'clock in the evening.

When I walked into the restaurant, a beautiful young girl wearing a golden blouse and a light blue long Dai skirt had her hands folded, her eyes were bright, and she smiled and said, "Su Zhaoli (hello)!"

"Hello. "I folded my hands in return.

Last year, Yangtze River and his wife Niu Na got engaged, and we have been here and have a few simple conversations.

Walking into the hall, several tall banana trees are scattered around a round table made of bamboo and rattan, cleverly separating the scattered seats. Next to the round table are chairs made of vines or round bamboo stools.

There are red lanterns or pendants made of coconut shells hanging on the top.

The upper part of the bar is a suspended ceiling made of short bamboo strings.

On the front wall, there is a huge oil painting, "The Prince and the Twelve Warriors".

In the middle, a prince riding on an elephant, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a bright yellow silk turban, an orange-yellow collarless cardigan sleeveless shirt, a wide waist and no pocketless light gray trousers, and a long knife with a cold light at the oblique end, handsome and mighty.

Twelve warriors, scattered behind him. He wears a short shirt with a small sleeve and a different color cloth scarf wrapped around his head. Hanging diagonally in his backpack and holding a short knife in his hand, he was screaming and rushing forward.

On the wall on the side of the hall is an oil painting of "The Peacock Princess".

The picture is beautiful, with mountains in the distance. On the edge of the rippling green lake, six blue peacocks flying in the sky surrounded a princess who had just landed and had been transformed into a beautiful girl.

Her hair was long in a bun, with a silver comb diagonally inserted into the bun, a hollow pattern of gold hairpins and a headdress of white and purple flowers, and a gray-blue peacock feather at the top of her head.

He wears a sleeveless, collarless purple and blue dress with light blue and purple peacock feathers at the lower part of the skirt.

One of the fairy's hands proudly stretched out three times above his forehead, two fingers bent, and three jade fingers pointed directly above Baiyun. The right hand is down, the fingers are spread, the palm is upward, and the snake is bent, as if it is gently paddling the water.

Pure, slender, light and beautiful.

Walking into the private room, there are several bunches of golden bananas hanging on the wall, and the middle is dotted with red and green apples. In the corner of the private room, there is a pot of canna in full bloom.

The round table in the middle is also made of bamboo and rattan, but it is higher than the loose seats outside, so you don't have to bend down when sitting on a rattan chair.

The dishes have been served, full of a big table, there are a few whole Mengjiang County roast chicken (a very small kind of free-range chicken, a pound is less than a catty), Menghe County Mansai Nan burnt yellow and tender grilled fish (Lancang River's live fish), Jinghai fresh roasted small cattle.

There are also roasted pig faces, black fried bee pupa, golden fried bamboo worms, and some unnamed wild herbs, mint and cucumber with dipping sauce next to them.

When I walked in, Zhang Shan stood up and greeted excitedly: "Great! I'm here." ”

Following the voice, I saw Zhang Shan's side, a young man wearing gold wire glasses, with a parted head, clear eyebrows, a gray suit of Kion brand from Sakuragi Country, a high-end shirt inside, a black tie, and black trousers underneath. He was smiling flatteringly.

On the left side of Uncle Zhang, I took a closer look, and Jing Ran saw Mr. Fan in the blue dream, mocking me in every way. is still bald, but today I wore a suit and tie, which made me look much more restrained.

On his left is Mr. Fan's wife, and next to him is the beautiful mother-in-law-to-be Lin Qijie, who is talking to the woman with a smile.

Later, I learned that the two kind-hearted old men present were the younger uncles of Zhang Shan's parents' generation.

I walked slowly, still regretting that I should have worn a fancy outfit to the banquet (but I didn't). Because I work in a 4S shop in the morning, I have light blue overalls on the inside and an orange Tiange down jacket with tulips on the outside.

"Come here, army. Zhang Shan stepped out of her seat and ran towards me.

"Okay!" I walked over quickly, and Zhang Shan took my hand and pressed me to the empty seat next to her father.

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Lin, Mr. Fan, seniors, hello! Handsome guy!"

Before taking my seat, I politely looked around and said loudly.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's start!" When we sat down, Uncle Zhang spoke.

"Okay. Mr. Fan smiled and seconded.

"What kind of wine is good to drink?" Uncle Zhang was embarrassed.

"Daddy, uncle, shall we drink Waichgi? The little split head spoke.

"Yes, we also tried Sakuragi national sake. Mr. Fan supports.

"Ah, I still want to drink our own wine. Uncle Zhang said with a smile: "I am tired of drinking those foreign wines abroad." ”

Uncle Zhang's words caused the two old men to nod frequently.

"What are you drinking?" Uncle Zhang turned his gaze to me, asking.

"I think I'll drink Shikumen, right? uncle. Xiao Fentou rushed to say again.

"It's not good, it's not energetic!" People who practice martial arts have their own pride, Uncle Zhang shook his head.

"Uncle Zhang, Mr. Fan, elders," I saw his gaze turn to me again, so I had to stand up and say, "Why don't we try Luzhou Laojiao." ”

"Oh, what's the point?" said Uncle Zhang.

"I'm from Tianfu and have drunk this kind of wine. I gently introduced: "It originated in the Qin and Han dynasties, after thousands of years of improvement, plus the old cellar pond that has been preserved since the Ming Dynasty, the wine is fragrant, strong and powerful." Drinking this wine, the blood boils, and people can't help but think of a sentence of Chen Tang in the Han Dynasty, "Those who commit strong men will be punished even if they are far away!"

"Haha!" Uncle Zhang's eyes lit up, "You mean this wine is a symbol of the Han Dynasty?"

"This has not been verified, but another kind of wine sword in Tianfu, Nanchun, is indeed produced in the Tang Dynasty. I replied.

"Why don't you drink Jian Nanchun today?" Uncle Zhang has lived overseas for many years and is very interested in domestic affairs.

"Drinking alcohol is mainly determined by the environment, the occasion, and the identity and character of the party members, which is the so-called alcohol culture. ”

I'm also interested, and my father-in-law asks questions, how can I know everything?

"Jiannanchun is mellow and soft, which is more suitable for drinking when talking about culture. Especially when reciting poetry, the so-called Li Baidou wine poems hundreds, Chang'an City on the restaurant sleeps, the Son of Heaven does not come to the boat, claiming that the minister is a fairy in wine. But today is Uncle Zhang's gathering of your friends, and you are a person who practices martial arts, so Han wine may be more of a liking to you, right?"

"Hahaha, Xiao Liu said it to my heart. However, when it comes to Tang poetry, abroad, I have seen some famous scholars commenting on the poetry of the Tang Dynasty, and I don't feel very good. It's better to read the original text and enjoy it. ”

Uncle Zhang is still very elegant!

"I don't know if that's right? Uncle Zhang. I replied briefly: "The German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche believed that the Dionysian spirit is a metaphor for the venting of emotions, the experience of life in which the shackles of tradition are abandoned and returned to the primitive state, and the great pleasure of human beings in the desperate and painful wail of the disappearance of the individual and the unity of the world."

In the kingdom of literature and art, the Dionysian spirit is all-encompassing, and it has had a great and far-reaching influence on literary artists and the culminating works they create. Because, freedom, art, and beauty are trinity, art is made because of freedom, and beauty is produced by art.

So, those critics probably didn't drink, no! they definitely didn't drink Jian Nanchun, so they just sat there and spoke. The so-called drunkenness should be changed with wine, and you have to drink Jian Nanchun first to evaluate Tang poetry!"

"Hahaha, Xiao Liu is interesting and profound. Uncle Zhang praised.

"What's so great about this?" The golden wire glasses spoke: "I don't think Tang poetry is more than Er'er! What I admire most is Western poetry, such as Pei Duofei's "Freedom and Love", life is precious, and love is even more valuable. If it is free, both can be thrown. There is also a sentence in the famous romantic poet Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind": "Winter is coming, will spring be far away?" What a far-reaching artistic conception this is! Can the poets of the Tang Dynasty compare?

"Barron (noble, baron)!" Mr. Fan couldn't sit still, "don't you dare to talk nonsense! Tang poetry is recognized as the pinnacle of poetry in the world." ”

"Daddy, how can you help outsiders say that Tang poetry is not as good as Western poetry!" The little man who stood up, his name was changed to Van Barren, and at this moment he looked excited, like a duel warrior.

He held his glasses reservedly, "I just think that Western poetry is noble and elegant, enlightening life!"

Yes, the opposing defense friend has come up with the question.

My girlfriend Qingqing has been paying attention to me.

I sat down, she kicked her shoes and rubbed her feet quietly on mine. Sometimes he gently pinched my thighs, which made my heart beat faster and miserable.

"Ba, Xiao Fan," Uncle Zhang, the square spoke: "It's true that you like Western poetry, but you can't be arrogant and look down on our own national quintessence!"

After speaking, he stood up and said intoxicatedly: "Li Bai's flying stream has gone straight down 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way is so genius when it falls into the nine heavens! Wang Wei's desert is lonely and straight, and the sunset on the long river is so beautiful? Wang Changling's Qin, Mingyue, and Han periods have not yet been returned to the Long March. But to make the dragon city fly general, not to teach Hu Ma to do Yin Mountain, how generous and tragic! ”

"Yes, uncle. I had no choice but to stand up and answer: "You are very good at Tang poetry, so I am far behind." But I'm interested in the two poems about drinking. ”

After a slight pause, seeing that Uncle Zhang and the two old men were quite interested, I continued:

"My favorite is a few sentences from Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon": A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. How vivid. There is also Wang Wei's: Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west. It is also embarrassing and emotional. ”

"What kind of shocking thing should I be? It's also very ordinary!" Mrs. Fan pouted.

"That's because you don't drink and don't understand this kind of feeling!" an old man spoke softly, as if talking to himself, as if no one was around. "Ask the wine to the sky, if the sky is loved, the sky is old, raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the moon is like a hateless moon and the moon is full. “

"Yes, Li Bai's life must be full of joy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, how heroic! Old man, I have been alive with this poem for decades. Hahaha!"

The other old man also laughed, I can't tell which one is Zhang Shan's father's uncle, and which one is her mother's uncle.

"Uncle Xiaoya (Ye)", Aunt Lin laughed softly: "Nong is an old drunkard." ”

The old man next to her laughed, stroked his gray beard, and said in a voice like a bell: "Okay, go to the bar!"

52° 100-year-old Luzhou Laojiao 30 years old, 6 bottles, Emperor foreign wine, 40 degrees 12 years old Weishi Ji took two bottles.

I quickly stood up, opened the wine, poured it into the four wine dispensers, and respectfully walked over and served it to the two old men and Uncle Zhang.

The Barron opened the wine and spun around the turntable, "Daddy, yours." ”

When the red wine was opened, Zhang Shan also stood up, walked up to the two ladies, and poured them one by one.

"Alright, let's raise a glass. Uncle Zhang spoke: "Cheers to our friendship and happiness!"

"Yes, and a toast to Barron and Ling Yan's happiness!" Mr. Fan replied.

"Huh?" I said, holding my glass, mixed feelings.

"Junjun, don't listen to his father's nonsense, we only met for the first time today. Zhang Shan saw that I was full of worries, so she hurriedly comforted me quietly.

"Good wine! fragrant, strong, the wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!" Uncle Zhang said loudly after drying the wine.

"Well, yes, pride to the sky!" a young uncle was also happy.

After three rounds of drinking, Mr. Fan and his wife saluted Uncle Zhang and Aunt Lin together, and also asked the two children to try to be together.

"Hahaha, depending on what the children mean, we have no opinion. ”

Uncle Zhang, have you just learned Tai Chi?

"Shanshan, I respect you!" said in a soft voice: "In foreign countries, I live like a year, I want to come back to see you sooner, you are getting more and more beautiful!"

Although he was a gentleman, his eyes betrayed him, and he was obsessed.

"Oh, first of all, don't call me Shanshan in the future, please call me by my name. Out of politeness, Zhang Shan still stood up to deal with it: "I already have a sweetheart." But I wish you success in your career and find your happiness soon!"

"It's okay to have a boyfriend, I can compete fairly with him. Barron said confidently.