Chapter 53 dark fragrance

If you are alone, what you want to be with the most is perfume. What I often do is to dab a little on my wrist, and then sniff it quietly between breaks. This is a purely personal feeling.Fragrance is a kind of comfort to people. When I feel in love with someone, or when I want to leave someone, I want to smell the perfume. I like the slightly weird fragrance. It should not be too simple.Sad, wild, decadent, elegant, all mixed together.You can't tell the difference, but you can feel it with your heart. The same goes for people you like. For example, a man wearing a simple cotton shirt stands calmly in the sunshine on the side of the street, but you can feel the undercurrent in his heart.Can be intense.It can also be tender.

Unpredictable feeling, full of temptation. When watching "Glass Bottle", I like Shu Qi.She is in line with my aesthetics, innocent and evil, with unruly beauty.Like the blue-purple wildflowers blooming in the field, they are brilliant and bright in the wind. Perfume is a scent with a personality. The ingredients included in a bottle of perfume can be iris, lily, jasmine, rose, lily of the valley or oakmoss. Of course there are many more, such as bergamot, hyacinth, bay, mimosa, and even amber. Throughout the spring, in that bottle of colored or transparent liquid, it can bring peace or passion to the soul.

The one that has been used for a long time is PETIT GUERLAIN.Guerlain perfume specially designed for babies. The fragrance is simple and light.Top notes of citrus and lemon, followed by rose and jasmine.Warm, with a little lazy. Then there is CK ONE.The neutral perfume is consistent with the simple and elegant style advocated by the fashion designer. The naughty elf of NINA RICCI has a stronger fragrance.But there is a gorgeous melancholy. The most recent one I bought is KENZO's Qingquan, just because the hot summer is coming.And this fruity perfume has a cooling effect on the neck, perhaps with mint in it.

I'm not a regular person when it comes to perfume. If you often smell the same smell, it is easy to numb the sense of smell. Feelings of restlessness sometimes keep our souls alert. Sometimes like the names of some perfumes. For example, there is a perfume called SOLO.Performing alone, flying alone, is what I like. And NARCISSE.A narcissistic boy who became a daffodil in ancient Greek mythology.The strange thing is that when I was traveling in the north, I bought two checked cotton shirts for export, which were also of this brand. Perfume itself is also a narcissistic object. Some people use perfume just to feel it.

Or make someone you love feel it.that is it. Chinese men rarely have the habit of using perfume.So few people can use perfume properly.I have encountered it before.It's easy to feel awkward. So rather they are neat.Because clean hair and skin have a natural and sexy taste. If you have ever loved someone, you will remember his breath.Even some people we will forget his face, but still remember his breath. This cannot be replaced by time. years in the mountains When I was a child, the thing that impressed me the most was going to my grandmother's house in the countryside to celebrate the New Year.

I remember that the ancestral hall in the village will sing operas for three days every Spring Festival.People in the whole village will gather in that old ancestral hall to watch the play.There is a big old tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall. Under the tree, someone sells sunflower seeds, yellow radishes, the kind of pickled radishes, which are crisp and spicy after a bite, and children eat them as snacks.The stage is very big and old, and there is a thumping sound when you step on it.The people on the stage, wearing beautiful ancient costumes, acted out the love of gifted scholars and beauties.The people in the audience followed suit with long sighs.It is a very lively and warm festival atmosphere.

My grandfather often took me to the theater.At that time, I was a little girl from the city, wearing neat and beautiful clothes, which was different from the lively children in the village.Every time the late-night scene ends, I lie on my grandfather's back and fall asleep.I vaguely remember many people walking together on the path in the field, with the earthy smell of the field and the light of the flashlight shaking.Someone came to lift the scarf covering my head, looked at my face carefully, and then whispered to my grandpa, is she Mei's daughter?Beauty is my mother's name.Mother is the first girl in this quiet village hidden deep in the mountains to marry into the city.

Grandparents have a total of 5 children.My grandmother believes in Christianity. Every Sunday, she takes me on a long mountain walk to worship in the church in the town.At night, my grandma and I slept on her big wooden bed. Grandma's big quilt was sewn with old washed white cotton cloth.She sang hymns softly under the lamp, then prayed in the dark. She was a delicate-looking woman with fair complexion and beautiful eyes.She often puts a beautiful barrette on her neat short hair.She likes to plant some flowers and plants, and the courtyard and terrace at home are full of petunia, sunflowers, camellias, gardenias and orchids.At dusk, she cooks a big pot of pumpkin and sweet potatoes for a big sow in a pigsty.There are also some chickens and ducks.

Grandma is skillful and can make delicious glutinous rice dumplings, stuffed with red bean paste, and stuffed with shredded pickled bamboo shoots.And every year during Chinese New Year, she frys peanuts and sunflower seeds by herself, and makes sweet potato chips and frozen rice candies.That is a common snack in the country.In summer, she likes to put vegetable melons and watermelons in well water.After taking a nap, it is cold to eat.Put a big mat on the roof platform at night, and you can see the starry sky when you lie on your back.Meteors can sometimes be seen.At that time, my grandma was shaking her fan while telling me stories from the Bible.

Every holiday, I would propose to my mother to live in my grandmother's house for a month.The tranquility and serenity of the countryside, as well as the infinite closeness to nature, are the deep happiness in my heart. Go together with my grandfather to plan potatoes, pick tomatoes, and pick beans.Drive the geese to graze on the mountain.There are groups of small fish swimming in the bottomless stream.Catch crabs and snails. Once I went to pick orchids with my grandfather.Grandpa took me up a very high hill and walked in a deep valley.Wild orchids grow in very lonely places.Grandpa said.That time I saw the other side of the mountain from the top of the mountain, which was a big reservoir.Quiet and bright.It's like a mirror in the sun.Reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, it seems like a paradise.There is a cool mountain spring in the bamboo forest. Someone cut a bamboo tube to hold water for drinking.The crisp birdsong echoed in the silent wind.

For a city child, it is such a childhood experience.I feel happy. My best friend in the country is Zhaodi.She is the daughter of my mother's elementary school classmate, and her family is very poor. Zhaodi's big eyes were dark and sad.When she came to play with me, she was always followed by a group of younger siblings and her big yellow dog.Grandma didn't like me going out and told them I was sleeping.I was very disappointed inside.But when grandma was not paying attention, I ran out quietly to have a look, and they were still waiting there, looking at me with a smile. We climbed almost all the big mountains near the village.Sitting on the big rock on the top of the mountain, looking at the sea in the distance.Shout out.Sometimes playing hide and seek in the main room.Zhaodi told me to hide in the big vat of millet, and then covered the vat with a dustpan.In order to pick the wild fruit I like to eat, she climbed into the thorn pile, and her hands were bloody.Thinking about it carefully, when we were together, we hardly talked.There is also nothing inside to communicate.Because the children in the country are simple and honest. She just likes me without any reason or condition.nice to me.It's the only relationship I've ever gotten that doesn't require anything in return. Later, I didn't go to the countryside for many years, and Zhaodi and I lost contact.Only her mother was taken home by my mother for a few days because of illness.She told me that Zhaodi often ran outside my grandmother's house to wait for me every time I was on vacation.But I never went back. Then her mother died.Zhaodi married to a distant village. For our respective fates.Perhaps we should all be uncomplaining. When I grew up, I rarely had the opportunity to visit my grandmother and grandfather in the countryside. I remitted the money to them for the first month's salary after work.Tell them in the letter that I hope they are in good health. The countryside has had a profound impact on me.Many times, I don't look like a too pure city girl.There is a lazy and tranquil part in his personality, he likes plants, only wears cotton cloth, and has a delicate feeling for the natural scenery and the change of seasons.The flower and bird market is my favorite place to go shopping, and I can chat with the old man who sells jasmine for half a day.And on the day when the sycamore trees on both sides of the city streets were cut down, I felt pain in my heart while looking at it.Perhaps future children will not even be able to distinguish between rice and wheat.What they lost was their sense of nature and life. During the Chinese New Year the year before last, I went back with my mother. Take a long long-distance bus ride.The faint melancholy in my heart, what keeps surging up, is the voice of grandma singing hymns. The gardenia tree that grandma planted in the garden has grown very strong.Zhao Di, a good friend from childhood, is no longer here.Lying on grandma's wooden bed and the big quilt, smelling the fresh smell of soil and plants, the sleep is sweet and peaceful. Before dawn, grandma got up early as usual.Walking around the room busily, steaming steamed buns and cooking red bean porridge, the kitchen was filled with steam, and grandpa was stuffing firewood into the stove.Their voices and the crackling of burning pine branches brought me back to the past. I climbed to the top of the mountain alone and sat on the big rock, feeling the warm sunshine and quiet wind.The azalea and pure white wild camellia on the mountain have already bloomed.I would sit alone for a long time like this.No words or thoughts are needed. There is a small temple built of stones on the mountainside, and there are two Buddhas carved on the stones.Simple and mysterious.There were matches next to the red candles, and when the red candles went out, I lit them again. The years in the mountains quietly freeze the flow of time. At that time, I was reading "Evening Rain" by Yuan Xiaoyi, her award-winning novel written in French.This is a ruthless and pale era, we believe in love, love betrays us.We believe the truth, and the truth deceives us.It's hard to imagine a college girl with such a heavy feeling in her heart.But I like the ending she arranged for that heroine.Taught in a country school, died in childbirth for a loved one. In being nearer to nature, a man is also nearer to his soul.I believe this. When a person comes out of the hustle and bustle of the city and walks between the fields and the mountain wind, will he feel the loneliness when his soul is wandering on the edge. And life, so easily, can overwhelm us.