Pantang Village is just a small and inconspicuous village. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is really not good-looking, in the middle of nowhere, out-and-out, worthy of the name of the poor countryside. Twenty or thirty households, sparsely falling to the ground and leaning on the slope to build, a type of bamboo fence thatched hut, even a brick and tile house can not be seen, not to mention what green willows hang, what is the scene of catkins in the wind. The village was small, like a small bow tied in the folds of the mountain. A road trudged through the silent wilderness, and after catching his breath, he ran towards the wilderness again. The village is nestled in a long stretch of primeval forest. The smoke is a flag planted in the land, and they live in harmony with the creatures of the land. In the village, the smell of rotten plants is permeated, and the air is watery. A river came from the depths of the primeval forest and ran away after leaving a trail of water in the village. The residential buildings in the village are wooden houses, and most of them are stilted buildings in the style of Pujikou. The stone-paved courtyard was clean and tidy, the yard was open, and the owner planted flowers on both sides, and the wildflower seeds blown from the forest also took root here, and the white flowers bloomed with thin branches, like falling stars on earth.

The carved wooden windows were closed, and the paper made a wooden and lonely sound when it was lifted by the wind. A lock blocked the smoke and the old days. The old man is the old yellow calendar of a village. They hunched over their waists and lived only a handful of days in a wooden hut blackened by smoke and fire. The cutting board hangs on the dark wall of the board, and the knife marks are dented; the clay salt pot rests on the horn stove, and the touch is smooth and shiny; the wooden ladder is the way leading upstairs, and several horizontal logs collapse, and the wooden ladder is deformed; the fire is burning on the fire floor, and the water in the pot gurgles and sings...... A peaceful little village, a quiet little village, a small village that is impartial and not too small, just a good village, like a **bag, filled with stories of how many dead and alive people, precipitated over time, shook a little, and began to churn again. I don't know if this village is a certain year and month. There was only a smoke from the stove, which turned over along the head of the hill. The bamboo on the hill is clear and green, and the sky is quiet and peaceful. There is no lust and contention, no intrigue and mediation, no selfishness and harm, just eat, drink, and work here as much as you do. That should be fine. If it weren't for the little screaming flowers, they would have made a mistake, and if it weren't for the inhuman shape of Topaz and them all bumping on horseback, Topaz would not have thought of staying in such a place where birds don't lay eggs and dogs don't.

The only resting place in this village is a black shop without a signboard, which is not only an inn, but also a restaurant. Low roof, two square tables, a small bunk. Even if you light an oil lamp, it is dimmed by the low roof, and such a shop is either a black store or a black store. Topaz held back in the shop, chewing the ninety-year-old dried tofu and drinking the over-fermented wine, so it was not painful. There's no way! It's already good to have old dried tofu and sour wine in a small place, otherwise, what do you want? Actually, it's already very late at night! Topaz couldn't sleep, so he sat in front of the window, watching the lights of the beans, and drinking boring sour wine. Looking at the starless night sky, Topaz took a sip of the wine in the glass, which was a little bitter; The bitterness made Topaz frown a little, this bitterness went from his mouth to his heart, Topaz did not put down the wine glass, but continued to pour everything into his mouth. Despite the proverbial saying that one person does not drink, Topaz often drinks alone.

When drinking alone, you don't have to worry about someone getting you drunk under the guise of "persuading people to drink and have no malice", you don't have to be in a dilemma about which seat you should sit in because of the dignity of the guest and host, you don't have to go to great lengths to think of some flattering toasts to compliment people, you don't have to pretend to be elegant for fear that you will be looked down upon for eating indecently or gaffes, and you don't have to feel distressed about watching many delicacies be removed and poured out before a few chopsticks have been moved. When you drink alone, you can drink as much as you like, and what you drink is completely free and easy. When drinking alone, there is no bustle and jubilation of high friends, staggered and shouting, and there is no prosperity and exquisiteness in restaurants and restaurants...... Drinking alone, some lonely, some dull, but also comfortable, casual. Yes, there is not so much noise, politeness, red tape, there is also a relaxation of body and mind, and the leisurely mind of thought; there is no persuasion such as "deep feelings, a mouthful", and there is no worry about getting drunk and foreign-looking; and there is no delicious food, what is it, there is a saying that "the drunkard's intention is not in the wine", and the real drinking is not in the hearty dishes in the first place

When a person drinks, although he often sees the moon as soon as he looks up, it is round and bright, or crooked like a hook, but he does not have the chic ......romance of Li Baiyue drinking alone, "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and turning into three shadows"; Thinking of the twists and turns, I don't have a taste in my heart, but I don't have Cao Cao's deep sorrow of "singing about wine, the geometry of life, such as morning dew, and the bitterness of the past day...... Yes, a person drinking wine in a humble hut with peanuts or other worthless side dishes is not to have any high taste and to use wine for fun, nor is it to have any kind of troubles and depressions that need to be used to drown sorrows, and still less to follow the example of the fallen ancients, and to dispel frustrated hatred with "there is wine today and drunk tomorrow". Drinking alone, for Topaz, is self-satisfaction, relaxation and leisure after a busy day...... Yes, walking in the rivers and lakes, rushing around and working hard, always feel tired, back to the shop, a person is a little lonely, boring, and instead of wandering, missing, sad, it is better to be at peace with the encounter, drink a few glasses of wine, dissipate the fatigue of body and mind, enjoy the leisure, leisure...... Drinking alone, always enjoying...... The enjoyment of life used to be so lofty and beautiful that it was unspeakably beautiful, but now, a few drinks from time to time are enough...... Not......

A pot of wine, a plate of peanuts, plus a salted duck egg or a small plate of dried spiced tea, etc., a person can pour himself a drink, sit down slowly, and sip leisurely. Although there is no glitz and excitement full of friends and staggered plans, there is a calmness and openness when you are alone, although there is no table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas, wine and delicacies, but there is a taste of home-cooked side dishes. Drinking alone is like a traveler traveling alone to enjoy the pleasure of mountains and rivers, and the drink is completely a quiet atmosphere and a calm state of mind. Drinking alone is not to bury one's head in the drunkenness, let alone to use alcohol to eliminate sorrows, distract the chest blocks, and kill a good time, but a kind of rest and relaxation after a stressful work or a tiring day. When a person drinks wine, he drinks turbid wine, tastes the taste of life, feels the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and understands the philosophy of life. Is this kind of drinking method comparable to the way of drinking when guests gather, all guests sit in groups, and shout five or six? The insects in hibernation, large and small, probably overslept, so the surroundings were quiet, and there was not a trace of insect sound. Topaz went to bed very late.

Early the next morning. Huang Yu and the others were ready to go on the road early. Pantang Village is still sleeping. It's a cool morning, and it's a good time to hit the road. Last night's moon was still faintly in the western sky, and the sun, as if lazy, had not yet seen it. Clouds and mist change between ridges and ravines, dragonflies hover over small rivers, a gust of wind blows, full of the fragrance of rice... The village was still as quiet as ever, and even the big yellow dog behind him no longer barked. But the rooster in the neighborhood, as if he could not bear the loneliness, called one after another, as if to say to his master: It is time to get up and work! The rooster crowed three times, and the east was just white, and the village was immersed in the morning mist, hazy, like a mirage. Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the veil, and the sun came out. The sun slowly rises into the sky, glowing orange. The earth began to emit its own fragrance, and the ground began to move. The lights came on in one house, and then another, two, three, four...... The whole village woke up, wisps of smoke came out of the chimney of the stove, and the farmers began to cook. The whole morning was wet, and along the way, a cool breeze blew the face, and the air was refreshingly fresh. Walking on the path, I just feel a wonderful feeling. The dew on the grass was like beans, and in a short time the horse's legs were wet. Sitting on a horse and looking into the distance, the mountains in the distance showed half a smiling face of the sun, which was rising through the fog, and the sun was shining all over the earth. The dew on the grass flashed and sparkled, like pearls, very dazzling, refreshing. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew in the distance, and Topaz felt like he was in a fairyland, fluttering gently. On a morning in this beautiful countryside, the white clouds in front of you flutter like ribbons, entwined among the trees and fields, and the world seems to be in an illusion. You breathe in the fresh air, a little cool, a little moist. You suck it up, and you'll feel relaxed, excited, and a little drunk, as if your chest is full. The sun had not yet risen, and the eastern sky was gray and gradually turning dark red. The clouds on the horizon are linked and overlapped. After a while, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, and beams, wisps, shot into the sky, and reflected the earth red. At this time, the sound of a big rooster was heard in the distance. The sun came out, first a thread, like a red thread. In a moment, like a red-hot sickle, like half an orange-red orange. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a large red balloon, quietly clinging to the earth. For a moment, the sun shone through the trees and slanted through the morning mist, and sprinkled densely over the land. Accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves, Topaz hummed songs, children's songs, mountain songs, and boat songs all the way...... All the songs he can sing, all out of the cage. When the others saw that Topaz had won the eighth prize, they were extremely happy, and they were all happy. So there was a lot of singing and laughter along the way.