Winter Solstice, love comes. Xijiu, cellared for 1988, has a long aftertaste and sweet and mellow sauce. Some people say that wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and sex is a steel knife that scrapes bones. But there is always a glass of wine to comfort others and persuade yourself. Give time and mood to the mellow and intoxicating wine, and they will rise to the gleaming poetry and distance.
html It’s cold in 0 years, and I want to sit by the fire, listen to the snow, and talk about love and romance with you. Go through the cold to meet the person you most want to see. On the winter solstice, today is my father's birthday. I poured myself a glass of old custom wine, embraced the misty clouds and water, washed away my worries, and drank with time. The story of three generations is long and distant.
I fell in love with Xijiu because it carries my grandmother’s blood and my hometown that I will never go back to. In my memory, my grandma always said that I have no impression of my hometown. I only know that the place is called Zhaiba Town, and it is the source of Xishui. Grandma was an orphan. When she was 5 years old, her parents passed away, leaving her alone. Kind-hearted people sent her to a relative's house in Sichuan to be a maid. Because there are no relatives in my hometown, my hometown has become my grandma’s dream yesterday and the cinnabar mole on her heart. The distant place that I can’t go back to will still fill my grandma’s heart with fragrance.
Because of my grandma’s nostalgia, our whole family has been deeply in love with Xijiu since the early 1990s. During festivals and festivals, Xijiu has become the best treasure at our family banquets, a romantic mood drink. Xijiu, the wine is sweet and mellow, with rich sauce aroma. Food and drinks are served at the same table, and the wine and conversation are merry. It’s the smell of home in my childhood memories.
My father also enjoyed drinking throughout his life. After hard work, he likes to drink the most. On weekends, a group of friends gathered at home, drank a glass of wine, and their aura came out, chatting, punching and drinking. My father always said that wine tasting is a kind of enjoyment and edification, like enjoying sunbathing with local music. In fine wine, there is no need to express feelings, no need to express sadness and joy. When changing glasses, it is the most beautiful detached state of mind. My father loved wine to the extreme.
He had a glass of wine the night his father left. My father is a doctor, and he has given up drinking for half a year because of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. That day, my mother accidentally sprained her foot, and my father drank a glass of wine because he was sad. That night, my father was drunk and went to hell. My father was a handsome man who had just retired less than a year ago and died very young. Over the years, I have been struggling in my heart. Is my father’s departure related to this glass of wine? If it weren’t for this glass of wine, would I have been able to see my father in his old age?
But as time goes by, I have gradually let go. Each of us follows a set trajectory and completes a set journey. A kind of passing, a kind of fragrance. My father left with the wine he had loved all his life. He left simply and purely, and he did not suffer any terrible pain. He seemed to be sleeping quietly after being drunk, ending the long journey of life.
There is light in my heart, and I never give up day and night. Father, today is your birthday, let me get drunk. Let me have a pot of wine in the flower room, sleepwalk under the influence of drunkenness, sleepwalk to Xishui, and sleepwalk to the hometown that my grandmother has never been able to return to in her life!
