Chapter 34 Tibetan

I have a friend who is a foreigner.He called once a month or two, and I asked where you were. He said that he was downstairs at your house, whether you were free or not, and came unexpectedly, but he was polite. I couldn't help but see him. He has a long face and high cheekbones. He was originally a strong character, but he is covered in rubber. If you praise him, insult him, or even scold him, he will always laugh.Such a good temper is like a crystal clear lake, once you step into it, it will drown you. My shortcoming is that I love tea too much. Every spring, before the Ching Ming Festival, he brings tea, and I eat about five to ten catties.If you give him money, he won't accept it. You only need to write, one word per catty of tea, and write a single word on a single piece of paper.I put these teas in a special refrigerator and entertain guests from all over the world. There is nothing disrespectful. At this time, I wonder if I have written less for him?

In the winter, he came in that baggy leather jacket that was always zipped up and pulled a rubbing out of it to show me off.When I asked for it, he refused to give it to me. I didn’t want it anymore, but he said he would give it to you. There is also the same one, so you can inscribe the money on it.After I finished the question, he took out another one from the leather jacket, which was better than the previous one. I wrote a picture to change it, and then changed it, and he took out another one from the leather jacket.I hugged him suddenly, and unzipped the zipper. There were three or four more pictures inside, each of which was more exciting than the last. After that, I wrote a good letter and begged him.For a long time, I happily quarreled with him, and when he left, I regretted it. My words can be turned into money, but I turned into a cow, and he cleverly ate it with a small spoonful. up.

One day I was chatting with a group of calligraphers and painters, and when I mentioned him, everyone knew him well, and they all robbed many paintings and calligraphy by him in this way, cursing: This is a thief!But he said: When will he come? I haven't seen him for a month and a half! I went to his house once to see how many antique calligraphy and paintings he has collected, but there are only a few poor ones in his house.Asked if he was in the calligraphy and painting business, his wife complained: If he can save 10,000 yuan, I will burn it!He bought tea and collected some local inscriptions and portrait brick rubbings to Xi'an calligraphers and painters in exchange for paintings and calligraphy, and generously distributed them to other friends and comrades.He needs money in his life but is not burdened by money. He loves calligraphy and painting and is not a slave to calligraphy and painting. He is a real lover and collector of calligraphy and painting.

Real lovers and collectors do not hide their favorite objects and collections at home, but hide them in their eyes. Anyone who collects cultural relics and antiques is actually collected by cultural relics and antiques.The greatest purpose of life is to die, but the greatest meaning of life lies in the process of life to death.A friend is scolded and loved by his friends because of his sincerity and fun.His surname is Tan and his name is Zong Lin. March 25, 1999