Because the newspaper has to publish a special edition of whole-food seafood food, it begins to study how to eat seafood and make seafood dishes. It is said that the earliest celebrity famous for eating seafood was Xu Yue. Xu Yue (? ~ 220), the word Gong He. Famous mathematician and astronomer in the Eastern Han Dynasty, who was the earliest creator of the abacus in the world, came from Laizhou city, Shandong province. It is said in the book that only when he eats seafood at a time can he be happy. To be honest, I am doubt that making seafood is a fine job. Eating seafood is a kind of culture, as a scholar who studies mathematics, how can he have time to study seafood recipes? Later I realized that he had a good family and had servants, so he didn’t have to cook in person. People say that most seafood is rich in nutrition, which can nourish the brain. He can write mathematical works such as “records of mathematics” and “use of calculating classics”, etc, is it related to the lifestyle of eating seafood? Eating seafood becomes a mathematician, and the benefits are great. The first book which records a large number of seafood cooking practices is “supplement with garden food list” written by Qing people, which imitates Yuan Mei. There is a seafood named Yan Ruyu inside, which has an appetite as soon as you hear it. The main ingredient is big lobster, and the auxiliary materials are cucumber, watery millet, egg white, white sauce, etc. Although many auxiliary materials are not clear about what they are, but it was still because of this name for a long time, thinking that it must be a dish with excellent color, fragrance and shape. Just looking at this name, I felt it was so warm and lovely. The first book that records the function of seafood supplement is Compendium of Materia Medica. As we all know, Compendium of Materia Medica is a pharmacopoeia. Read it carefully, you will find that it is also a book about how to eat healthily. These two days, I reread Liang Shiqiu’s “elegant house and talk about eating”, and there are also many pages about seafood. Mr. Liang lived in the north for a long time. After reading his works carefully, he realized that although he hadn’t even seen the yellow mud snail, it didn’t hinder his love of seafood. There were still differences between sea and river objects. I always have a question: Mr. Liang was born in Beijing and his ancestral home is Yuhang, Zhejiang province. It seems that he seldom returns to his ancestral home, and Yuhang doesn’t depend on the sea. Why does he like seafood so much? As a result, seafood dishes became indispensable on his dining table. It was really amazing! Mr. Zhou said: seafood dishes like fried sea melon seeds with scallion oil and scallop fans are good, prawns are also good, and there is another thing I like very much, which is oysters. He knows how to keep in good health, but I just know that oysters are not only seafood, but also traditional Chinese medicine, which can benefit yin and yang, calm the nerves, calm the nerves, eliminate phlegm and disperse knots. It can also be seen in the traditional Chinese medicine room. According to the chef, when making oysters, you must boil them thoroughly. You can eat ginger and onion or dip them in vinegar, which is very delicious. Mr. Liang said in “yashe talk about eating” that he put oysters in sauerkraut hot pot. In this way, the soup is fresh, but it seems not good to make oysters become condiments, at least I am is quite humbled by it.

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From the shore to the shore, several stupid geese were not surprised and still swimming leisurely. People boarded the boat in order. There were many people and small boats. Only less than half of the people who were waiting to cross the river got on the boat, and the rest were still waiting by the river for the next time. Boater Penny’s slip-support, boat ride under Hong Bo. Most of the people who took boats were Commune members who went to the east of the river to do farm work. They all brought needed farm tools and a load of manure buckets filled with manure. There were two business travellers in the crowd, and three students who were carrying luggage and going to the provincial capital by train to Jiangdong. Besides, there were no tourists at all. At that time, the word “tourists” could only be seen in books, which was far away from people’s life at that time. The bow of the ship was an old boatman with gray beard and hair. The wind of the river bulged up his short-sleeved cloth shirt. On the gray-white cloth shirt, old patches were piled up with new patches. His bronze chest muscles and arm muscles rose from time to time with the bamboo pole hitting the torrent in the river. It was a girl who was about seventy-eight years old and dressed in plain clothes with thin figure who supported the bamboo pole at the tail of the boat. Her pretty girl’s face clearly showed some hardship of life, but her bright eyes sparkled with calm, optimistic and upward eyes, without any resentment or sorrow. When the boat was pulled up to the east coast, the girl was charged for disembarking according to the regulations of the production team. Commune members and students took the boat for free, and only two business travellers paid for the fee, each of them was 5 cents. The men then room such as hanging exhausted, ruan nang xiu se, is 1 cents also useful. However, financial constraints and lack of materials do not mean people’s spiritual emptiness, innocence, friendliness, diligence, optimism, hard work, hard work, hard work, one side is in trouble, all sides support, I am for everyone, everyone for me was a popular word that people built a rich spiritual world at that time. In 2017, spring, beside the Dian Lake. Ten entire family made do, huan Reed man ze, boat dark green, no longer known as Dianchi Lake Mighty Current, is for Caohai. The boat path between the grass is very narrow, looking at the West Mountain and walking around the arm, cutting the cliff to empty, then the Luohan Temple is also. Another fifteen miles West arrived in gaoxiao and landed on the boat. Gao Wei, the Xishan Zhongxun also. The South and North mountains are all surrounded by the East, with only the West in the middle, and the water is also forced to the West. There are hundreds of mountains near the water, which are the West Avenue. Therefore, the avenue is from here, the upper gate is closed, and Gao Shi is regarded as a Waterport. This is the opening paragraph of “Journey to Taihua Mountain” written by Xu Xiake in 1638. It clearly tells us that Gao Xi has been an important water and land Wharf from Kunming to Western Yunnan since ancient times, while Caohai is a wetland full of reeds, the narrow channel ships in the reeds could not feel the great lake of Dianchi Lake during the voyage. No one expected that in 1970, more than 300 years later, a large-scale reclamation of lakes and farmland took place here. According to historical materials, there were 4 times in Yuan Dynasty, 9 times in Ming Dynasty and 16 times in Qing Dynasty when Dianchi Lake was surrounded by lakes. Largest-in-chief is 1970 nian that, early in reclaiming land from lakes of 35,000 people, in the medium term, reached more than 100,000 people, an 8-month, reclaiming land from lakes 30,000 acres, accounting for Caohai area 70%. There were workers, peasants, soldiers and students in the mighty team that participated in the process of demanding fields from the sea, food from the sea and marching towards Dianchi Lake. In those eight months, every day, the Red Sun rose eastward to Xiguang. On the gaoxi Wharf, people who loaded and transported soil were busy, and ships transporting soil shuttled back and forth in the beautiful Dian Lake; on the long and narrow levee, the trucks carrying soil and the crowd carrying soil crowded into a pile. In the crowd, there was only obedience and enthusiasm, no voice of doubt, and no at all. After all, people’s understanding was limited, let alone the era when the Cultural Revolution was not over yet. Recognizing that the destruction of the biological chain and the original ecosystem of Dianchi Lake by reclaiming land from lakes is one of the important reasons for the ecological deterioration of Dianchi Lake. That was nearly two decades since then. The Nature revenged people and the water quality of Dianchi Lake deteriorated, therefore, the sound of denouncing rose, and the sound of trees was booming. Then came the governance plans one by one, with hundreds of millions of capital investment. It was another two or ten years that the governance of Dianchi Lake had been effective. However, Gao Xi Wharf had been silent for a long time and replaced by railways and expressways. March 2013, Autumn, Gasan river bank. Red River waves rushing inflows Xinping Huayao Dai settlements ga sa zhen area, lost Wild, a quiet appearance, this is red river Middle, known locally as Gasa Jiang. Gasa is Dai language, which means the street on the beach. Gasan town used to be the necessary place for Pu’er Tea-Horse Ancient Road to the capital. In mid autumn, the gentle wind, the fine rain, the warm sunset, and the slowly flowing autumn river water. Tourists stepped on the soft beach beside the river and licked their hot cheeks by the chilly drizzle, which was very comfortable. After a while, there was only wind and no rain. In front of people, it turned out to be the golden sunshine. The Golden rice fields and the green banana forest were coated with a layer of light gold, but the rain curtain hung on the other side of the river. Sunrise on this side of the river, rain on the other side of the river, the local folk proverb says that autumn rain can not pass the ditch, let alone this is still the river? At this time, at the Bay of the river, a small boat floated down the stream, and a wonderful picture slowly spread out. The bow of the boat was a little bushao with the characteristics of Huayao Dai. The brilliance in the sky and the splendid scenery on both sides of the boat were embedded in her clothes, and a white cloud was floating behind her, setting off her, for her smart. There were three well-dressed tourists sitting in the middle of the boat. They were filled with satisfied happiness index in their talking laughter with little Bu Shao. Standing at the stern of the boat was an old man dressed in Dai costumes with black trim and embroidery. His dark and red cheek was covered with terraced patterns carved by years, with modest and kind words, however, two deep eyes give people a broad, lofty, aggressive and firm feeling. This is the phoenix tree, this is the oil palm, this is the mango, this is the sour horn, this is the betel nut, the Leaf boat has landed, Xiaobu Shao enthusiastically and heartily introduced the riverside trees to tourists. They gradually integrated into a green bamboo forest, which extended into Dai village. In the village, a burst of melodious songs came from. The wonderful notes jumped from the swaying bamboo tip to the river, and then rippled happily in the drizzle of the river. Only the wharf beside the Gasan River lay peacefully in the banana forest, waiting for the ships coming later and waiting for the next batch of tourists.

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Suddenly there is a strange understanding, think seven 1980s of suicide is post-modern of a bizarre fact literature art, apparently committed suicide is a kind of spirit of a great cultivate. Don’t know if this is can as irony to evaluate those suicide of letters or political figures. Let’s say that life is precious and love is more expensive. If it is for free, two all may throw. Life cheng ran valuable, in the face of true love fight is for tang bei dang che, suicidal-again, a perverted committed suicide, just don’t know whether can immortalized! Don’t know ancients what intention, said in free eyes life and love are remarkably trivial, this why solution, confusion, confused. Maybe in ancient times, people had no freedom to talk about! After all feudal rule, everywhere hang him. Besides modern, the deep-rooted feudal ideology lopsided, free has become citizens’ basic power, that why the so-called Mo flute ambiguous free talk. In my opinion, it is people who virtually tie their hearts with chains, but this invisible chains are more than a hundred times greater than the deterrent force of the law. Perhaps the suicide of post-modern literati is due to the bondage of their hearts! Because throughout stuck with embedded in their internal perplexities, or hate, or humiliation, or hate, or sad, and so easy to stimulate human inner struggle things. So, suicidal said to have a way to. Some say suicide is the life of blasphemy, is to oneself, towards your parents, social No Respect. Body hair skin, obedience to parents, suicide actually treacherous thing. However in a way, if because can’t stand to affair in a powerful inner pressure and thinking collapse, then others personal attacks or mental torture, not is heinous. In this regard, suicide has become a self-salvation exploits of. What’s more, to people sacrifice is by a million people admire. Such as Huang Jiguang, such as Qiu Shaoyun, such as Dong Cunrui, such as such as San Mao, Guo Moruo, Kawabata Yasunari, denim Hemingway these literary giants, they all left for later generations pivotal spirit culture and literature accumulation not. Whatever their suicide reason, at least they already have can people blessed capital, perhaps their story already well known, household. Mr. Lu Xun said some people died, he was still alive; Some people alive, but he was dead. Death and a fine line, actually grows countless opaque to countless ties. Tao is margin life fate off, follow through derivable!

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You said, you like to watch me record my life and understand my details, but I am silent. You said, seeing my head is on, just like seeing a lamp at home, it is very warm, but I am dim. You said, did I gradually neglect you because I was too busy.

You said, I became low-key. It was you who danced alone. I wanted to say, no, I was always the one who had you in my heart. I came to dance with you, jump out of my gorgeous dance belonging to you. You can change me. For you, I am willing to stop hiding. I am willing to turn the diary into a diary.

Just as I am sitting in the bed at the moment, tapping the keyboard gently, telling my feelings and thoughts with the warm sunshine outside the window. Presumably, you are also in bed. We have the same pace of life and come back late. You know I care about someone in my heart, you know I am very happy, you know me, just like I know you.

You smile like Yan Yang and grass. When I see you, I feel that I am so fragile. In the early morning of this morning, I burst into tears with grievance. Seeing what you wrote to me in the morning, I calmed down and became warm with the sunrise. Master said, children, you should choose love, not hate.

Although I have never hated anyone, I don’t know how to hate, but this sentence makes my heart tremble, and it guides me on a bright Road. This time I chose to make money, experience, love and grievance. I understand that money can warm my body, but not my heart. Soon, I will go back to zaoke, that very warm place, where I am waiting for your return.

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Writing is a kind of interest and pleasure for me. No interest, no work, rise and write down, do not ask for amazing words, but ask for recording that moment, solidify that wisp of thoughts into the form of words, it is like transforming an ethereal illusion into a touchable object. I also hope that someday I can use it to dream back to the past fleeting time.

I think writing is a simple and happy thing. It is different from creation. It does not need models or data support. It only needs to put an action, an object, a state, A thought or a dream can be described with appropriate words, and the feelings will come to an end. Personally, I think the key lies in emotion. Emotion is the foundation of an essay, and it is also the soul. An essay without emotion is like a person without heart; Secondly, it lies in the essay, writings without writings are just like people without clothes. Beautiful words can add to the icing on the cake of an article, and even the paper in Luoyang is expensive, while vulgar words can only make it clear of itself and have no artistic value.

However, many people do not pay attention to the collocation and polishing of emotion and text when writing. Some people are not based on emotion, but only focus on the heavy makeup of words. At first glance, the language is smooth, and the words are like Ji Ji. After careful taste, I found that the whole article was unknown, just like a collection of beautiful words, gorgeous but without center. I thought this kind of writing was just like the clothes on the mould, which was lack of flexibility even though it was beautiful, and the author was just like a porter who could only put together the moaning without illness. However, the more common one is that although the conception is clear, the words are popular, the words are impassable and tasteless, just like a beautiful girl who doesn’t know how to dress, and even covered in ragged clothes. This kind of writing can only be chewed by individuals, and cannot be appreciated by others. Of course, there is no lack of real masters in life. They know how to carve their own thoughts with words, and they know how to match and color emotions and texts. The texts are harmonious, not floating but not impetuous. Therefore, it gives out a unique charm between the lines, just like a beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous dress.

Therefore, I personally think that writing must have its own emotions permeating it, and then be modified with appropriate words. If you can, spend some efforts on the existing basis, and use certain skills and methods as well as words to adjust and decorate them, so as to make the words fluent, the conception clear and the sense of writing blend, which will not make you feel uncomfortable, I don’t feel coquettish. Let people read it as if they feel the same as receiving it, and they will certainly become a good essay. On the contrary, if there is no personal thought blindly assembling words and writing hard, it is better not to write.

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In the early morning, it was not until six o’clock, and it was more than 6.0 minutes to trim myself. I grabbed the cigarette in my mouth and sat under the corridor in front of the door holding the teacup in my hand. I glanced at the gray sky. At that time, the sky was full of silk like cocoons, and the silk flew down silently without wind, the air was wet, and a little fog rose in the distance, which was the unique sky of returning to the south in the South. It has been nearly four months since I moved to the new environment, and I have not been able to calm down and enjoy the surrounding environment. Light fog, rain, three or two ponds, opposite the courtyard is a piece of open space, full of grass and extending to green trees and bamboos. I like it very much, it is so beautiful! The smile spread across my face. I took a sip of tea and leaned against the back chair comfortably. If I felt something, grass, green trees, green bamboos, three or two ponds, rain Silk, Light fog, the appearance of the countryside the empty space in rainy days in the south seems particularly leisurely and quiet. I lit another cigarette and locked the door. I took two crutches in my hand and walked alone in the sky where the rain was flying. It is not accurate to say that you walk alone. From time to time there are birds flying in the sky that can’t say their names. The red-necked swallows fly to the ground one after another. Occasionally, I met three or more acquaintances with umbrellas, and Shi Shiran was walking in the rain. Some of them shouted to me in the distance, “Wind, why are you nervous? Don’t you take an umbrella? I smiled and didn’t answer his question. The walls of old houses are mottled, mud walls are gray tiles, and some of them have been dilapidated and grown into clusters of weeds, idle trees and sparrows on the brim. The atmosphere of the old houses is simple and distant, and the feeling is long. The rain fell down on my head, body, hands and crutches in my hands. The hair was moist, the clothes were moist, and the crutches in my hands were moist. I looked at the grass, trees and bamboos which were greener than before, I like to hang out alone in such a rainy day. It is neither my fool nor the inspiration of poetry. Pure I just like sleepwalking in such a rainy day. Walking in this rainy day, I can gain a sense of peace and tranquility. In the year when my feet walked neatly, I liked walking in such a rainy day. This picture I am unforgettable in my memory. In the mountains, I walked alone on the mountain path of the left bend and the right curve. The season is summer. In the afternoon, the purpose of my coming here is to go swimming in a mountain spring on the mountain of the neighboring village. I went through the thatched pine trees, fir trees and maple trees to bypass the two peaks, in the hot weather, my body was sweating. It was 2/3 away from the destination. The sky began to be gloomy, and then my skin felt the sporadic wet rain. I looked up the sky and turned to climb to the top of the mountain. It didn’t take much time to climb from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. When I climbed to the top of the mountain, I looked up and found that the sky was already empty and blurred with the rain like. Looking at the field across the river at will, there are rows of latticework on the opposite side of the river in the distance. Sugar cane and melon fruits are scattered and orderly. Near the lawn on the river, a group of buffaloes and cattle are tied. Between the fields, there were three or five people working one after another, but they could distinguish the shadows of men and women. Because of the rain Silk’s obstruction of light fog, it was difficult for me to distinguish whether it was unreal or real when I was in the mountains, what is real is real but it is so unreal. The misty rainy day. People stand in the mountains. At the foot of the mountain is a gentle and gentle river. The fields are old cattle, the rain is light fog, and the river flows slowly for hundreds of years. The Mountains grow tall and straight with pine, fir and maple trees swaying, the reality has become so confusing. Whether I recall it in the void or in the reality, with rain silk hanging down from the sky like silk, I seem to see spiders all over the sky swinging in the gentle breeze and drizzle, A large group of dragonflies flying between buffaloes and cattle, I smelt the breath of the Earth, moist and moist, grass green and greener and more charming, and the strong heart of all things began to become soft and warm. I am young, frivolous and fretful. The rainy weather moistens me and gives me peace. I stand quietly on the top of the mountain and stand quietly in the rain. I was fifteen years old that year, and I had never been able to set foot here since that year. After that, I was sick, and my stiff feet could no longer go hiking long. On similar rainy days, there is a big gap between human body and that year. I stood quietly in the wilderness with my hands holding my crutches, drank and expressed my pride for several months. I woke up when I was drunk. The memory fault appeared after I was drunk, and the brain stimulated by alcohol, on the contrary, my mood became agitated and depressed. The rain has changed from the size of spider silk to the density of hair. Looking at the ridges of bean seedlings in the field, the emerald green bean leaves in the micro-wind, I sniffed the fragrance of bean leaves close to my nose, I also smelt the wet and mildew gas emitted from the earth. A Loach appeared in the middle of the canal, and occasionally wavered its tail. When it was still, the two gills could be clearly identified one by one, which was a lovely Elf in the water. My heart became destitute and motionless, peaceful and peaceful with a little artistic conception born on rainy days. There were two or three barking of dogs in the distance, and a group of hens clawed earthworms and mud insects under the mud wall of a collapsed old house. Under the eaves of the building, a boy of three or four years old was squatting in the muddy water. His mother stared at his mother with puzzled eyes. His stubborn mother was kind, simple and warm in the morning. When I returned, I walked leisurely in the rain. 2014.4.29

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