Chapter 7 six fun

six fun idle Living at home is said to be unfortunate in life, but I think it is the most suitable in terms of taste.If the national government enacts a new law: "You must be confined in your room all day when you live idle," I would not go out to work, and would rather live idle and be imprisoned. It is very free to have fun in the room; if the room is viewed as a painting, its arrangement will be picturesquely "put on display".For example, in a study room, the owner's seat is the main eye of the whole, just like the middlepoint① in a painting, it must occupy the most important position in the whole frame.Other bookshelves, tables, chairs, beds, stoves, wall decorations, chime bells, spittoons, paper trays, etc. are all arranged around the main eye, so that the overall focus is on the owner's seat, just like the appendages in the painting. , background, must have the role of protecting the main object and showing off the main object.After being properly arranged in this way, people are inside, and their spirits are naturally stable, concentrated, and comfortable.Everyone knows this, everyone can be free

① Center point. Something for fun.Although some people don't pay much attention to the layout of their own rooms, everyone will feel comfortable walking into a well-furnished room.It can be seen that everyone can appreciate, and appreciation is passive creation, so it can be said that everyone understands this, and everyone can freely make fun of it. In my own poor and rough study, I often like to make this stuff.Move a few pieces of crude furniture around, always several times in a month.When the spittoon cannot be moved an inch, and the washbasin shelf cannot be rotated by one degree, there is a very suitable position.At that time, I sat on the seat of the main eye, looked around, and ruled everything.I feel that everything belongs to me, and everything performs its duties for me, like a hundred officials facing the sky, and all the stars bowing to the north.Even a small nail on the wall seems to occupy a considerable position from the outside. It is an organic member of the whole body and performs a full-time job for me.I rule the world, imagine the majesty of the king of the south, and get a few days of comfort.

Once, when I was loitering in my room, I found pleasure in the chiming clock.Chime bells are almost ubiquitous in the city, and no one is unprepared.However, I'm used to seeing its face, and I really hate it.The one in Roman characters is pretty good; the one in my room is also thick with math characters.The nine words of mathematics gave me the most headache. Who wants to do mathematics every day!One day, probably in a busy day, I invited it down from the wall, painted its face blue with oil paint, drew a few green willow branches on it, and painted it with hard black paper. Cut it into two swallows and stick them on the pointed ends of the two needles with paste.In this way, it becomes an oil painting with a round forehead of two swallows flying among the willows.Whenever it is around 3:20, 8:30, etc., the composition of the painting is very appropriate, because the two flying swallows are in a slightly off-center position in the whole frame, and they follow together, so the picture maintains a balance.It is easy to identify the time without numbers: the needle goes up vertically at twelve o'clock, down at six o'clock, at nine o'clock horizontally to the left, and at three o'clock horizontally to the right.This is to divide the circumference into four quar-ters, which can be easily done by the naked eye.If a quarter is divided into three equal divisions, the distance between needles and needles must be five minutes. Although it is not very easy to be correct, the difference is no more than one or two minutes at most. It doesn't matter.If your eyes are sharper, after you get used to seeing them, you can actually tell them clearly within half a minute.This chime clock is still hanging in my room. Although it is not very novel after being used to it, it is not annoying because it is not an obvious and practical chime clock on the wall, but can pass off as an oil painting.

In addition to space, I also like to compare the mood of a day's life to music when I live at home.If one day's life is regarded as a piece of music, its passage is like the movement of a movement.One morning, how about rain or shine?How is it?How is the personnel situation?At the beginning of Judah's first movement, the fundamental "theme" (thema) of the whole song has been played first.A day's life, such as the rush of affairs, the occurrence of accidents, and the arrival of misfortune and fortune, is like the long scale in the song changing to the short scale, the key of C changing to the key of F, and the adagio changing to allegro. It's safe and sound, it's like the growing up movement of andante in C key.As far as climate is concerned, spring is Mendelssohn, summer is Beethoven, autumn is Chopin and Schumann, and winter is Schufeld Schubert).This is also something that anyone can feel and understand.Just look at any organization, organization, and people who do whatever work, in rainy weather, they will certainly not be as energetic, happy, and active as they are in sunny weather.If there are people who do things as usual regardless of the weather, this must not be a human being, but a machine.Just look at the people from Jiangbei who came to sell stinky tofu at our back door. It has been raining for days in recent days, and his cry has naturally become lazier and muffled. It is far less warm than the "stinky tofu!" It's hot.

① Today's translation of Schubert, an Austrian musician. ② Today's translation of Schumann, a German musician. ③ Today's translation of Chopin, a Polish musician. ④ This translation of Beethoven, a German musician. ⑤ This translation is Mendelssohn, a German musician. Wine in Shaping Victory is coming.The hard work of fleeing was gradually forgotten.During the years when I lived in a self-built anti-construction hut at Miaowante No. 5, Shapingba, on the outskirts of Chongqing, evening drinking was a daily pleasure, a kind of consolation for writing during the day. I don't like baijiu, and I don't want to eat brandy that tastes close to baijiu.I don't want to eat Kweichow Moutai, which won the Panama Games.In short, I don't want to eat anything like liquor that contains a lot of alcohol.So when I lived in Guizhou, Guangxi for a few years during my escape, I almost gave up drinking.Because Shanhua in Guangxi and Moutai in Guizhou both contain a lot of alcohol, no matter how good the locals say, I don't want to eat them.

After I moved from Zunyi, the production area of ​​Kweichow Moutai, to Shapingba, Chongqing, I began to resume drinking in the evening. I drank "Yujiu", which is the rice wine imitated by Chongqing people. The reason why I don't like baijiu but like yellow wine is very simple: because baijiu is easy to get drunk, but rice wine is not easy to get drunk. "Eat wine to get drunk, lend money for profit", this kind of utilitarian drinking is not in line with the original purpose of drinking.Eating and taking medicine are utilitarian.It is right to eat for fullness and take medicine for recovery.But in the matter of drinking alcohol, the traits are completely different.Eating wine is for fun and enjoyment, not for quick drunkenness.For example, if two or three people agree with each other and have a heart-to-heart talk, if each of them has a glass of rice wine in hand, the conversation will definitely be more exciting.After eating three cups, the window of my heart is opened, and the sincere words come out.This is what the ancients called "wine samadhi".But never get drunk, talk nonsense, slander, or even vomit or fight.That really doesn't know how to drink, which violates the original purpose of drinking.So eating wine is by no means trying to get drunk.Therefore, wine that is easy to get drunk is by no means good wine.

If the judges of the Panama Games were to change me, they would definitely give the first prize to Shaoxing rice wine. Shaping wine is of course far inferior to Shaoxing wine in Hangzhou and Shanghai.However, the important condition of "making people drunk but not drunk" is sufficient.Everyone pays attention to good wine, but I don't care much.Some friends sent me the real "Chen Shao" who came by plane from Shanghai.Although its wine smells more fragrant than Shaping's wine, and it is more pleasant to drink; but its effect is only "drunken but not drunk".During the Anti-Japanese War, inviting Shaojiu to fly had a similar meaning to inviting foreign dogs to fly.The unpleasantness caused by this meaning has already offset the fragrance and comfort of the taste.Rather than eating this kind of Shaoxing wine, I would rather eat Chongqing wine from Shaping.

"Drunkards don't want to drink wine", this is really a wise saying of people who are good at drinking. The evening drink I had in Shaping Hut during the Anti-Japanese War was exactly "wonderful wine".I drink alcohol as a way of comforting the day and as a sort of entertainment at family gatherings.In my opinion, dinner is the great reunion of the day.My work is over; the children from school and office are back; the home is far from the city, and the visitors are no longer coming; rest and sleep are the rest, and the time is as easy as possible.If this reunion dinner only has food but no wine, the time cannot be extended, and it is too little interest to leave after eating your stomach in a hurry.Besides, I have developed a fast habit of eating since I was a child, and I can't slow down even if I want to eat slowly.Some friends can spend an hour or two eating a meal, I don't believe how they eat.For me, eating a meal takes no more than ten minutes.This is a habit I developed when I was learning piano from Mr. Li Shutong when I was young.At that time, I was studying in a normal school, and I only had classes from lunch (12:00) to 1:00, and self-study from supper (6:00) to 7:00, which was the time for playing the piano.I have lunch at twelve, and I have to go to the piano room at a quarter past twelve; I have dinner at six, and I have to go to the piano room at a quarter past six.Eating, washing dishes, and washing face all have to be done within fifteen minutes.Over the past few years, I have developed the habit of eating fast.Later, although there was no need to eat fast, I still insisted on fast.This is like a ruminant cow. When it was wild, it swallowed it in a hurry because it was afraid of ligers and tigers. Fast eating is necessary, but it still has to be chewed.If someone advises me to eat slowly, it will be a hard thing for me.Because slow eating violates inertia, it is unnatural and uncomfortable.A day's reunion dinner, if I finish it in ten minutes, wouldn't it be too hasty?So my evening drink is not about wine, but to prolong the time of dinner and increase the interest of dinner by drinking.

The evening drink in Shaping is quite interesting in retrospect.At that time, my five sons and daughters were studying in universities, junior colleges or high schools. When I returned home at night, I reported on school affairs and discussed academic problems.Their bodies gradually grew taller during my evening drink.I watched them get promoted, graduated, and served in the evening drinking.Only one did not see them get married.Watching groups of children grow up during evening drinking is a "blessing" according to Yiban's outlook on life, but it is just "interest" according to my outlook on life.This is like drinking wine to enjoy the spring, seeing the flowers, plants and trees flourishing; I can vividly feel the beauty of nature, the intention of creation, and the grace of God during the evening drink.Tao Yuanming's poem says:

"Try to drink a hundred emotions, and forget the sky when you drink it again." After drinking three cups at night, I can understand the true taste of these two poems.I once changed an ancient poem: "My eyes are full of the affairs of my children and grandchildren, and I am free to drink wine to the silver lamp." Because the electric lights in the Shaping hut are very bright. There is another kind of interest, but it is once in a thousand years: I watched the situation of the Anti-Japanese War turn for the better during the evening drink in the Shaping Hut.We read newspapers during the day, and everyone reported and discussed at the dinner table.I watched the bombing of Tokyo, the killing of Mossolini, the defeat of Germany, the recovery of Dushan, the issuance of the Boston Declaration, and the unconditional surrender of Japan on the night of August 10th.My wine tastes better and better.My alcohol intake increased from eight taels to one catty per night.People say our victory is one of the greatest miracles in history.My joy of victory came from drinking and eating at the Shaping Hut at night!So I confirm that there is no better wine in the world than the Chongqing wine imitated by the Sichuan people in Shapingba.I have never tasted such fine wine in my life.Even now, I have "successfully demobilized and returned to my hometown"; the real Chen Shao in my hometown is incomparably better than the Chongqing wine in Shapingba, and I still drink it every night; but the taste is far inferior to the Chongqing wine in Shapingba.Because the price of the drinks for the evening drink is either skyrocketing, or thieves are flocking; it is either corruption and fraud, or brutal oppression.The pleasure of having an evening drink in the hut on the sandy flat can no longer be regained!Alas, I really want to go back to Chongqing and eat that kind of wine in the Shaping Hut.

eat wine Wine should be said to drink, or to drink.However, we southerners call it eating.There is "eating tea" in ancient poems, so wine may as well be called eating.Speaking of drinking, I can't forget the following situations: When I was in my twenties, I met an international student in Japan, Huang Hanqiu from Chongming.This person loves to drink and is full of leisure and leisure.We often drink together.One day it was sunny and warm, so we took a small train to Enoshima to play.On the side of the island facing the sea, there is a flat land covered with grass and shade of willows. There are many low couches in the middle, and the couches are covered with red carpets, forming a strong contrast with the environment.The two of us sat on the same couch, and a woman with a red belt came to entertain us. "Two bottles of Authentic, and two pots for cooking." Authentic is Japanese rice wine, the color and aroma are no less than Shaoxing wine.Pot roast is a famous dish here. It is called tsuboyaki in Japan. It is a large snail called sazae. It is about the size of a fist. There are many thorns on the shell. If the thorns are trimmed, they can be straightened, like three legs. Ding same.Burn the big snail, take out the meat, chop it up, put it in, add soy sauce and other condiments, cook it, and use the shell as a vessel to invite guests to eat.This vessel looks like a pot, so it is called pot burning.Its taste is very fresh, and it is indeed a good wine.The chopsticks used are better: this pair of chopsticks is wrapped in a paper bag, and the words "disinfected and cut" are printed on the paper bag, and a toothpick is inserted in the bag, ready to be used after eating.Pull out the chopsticks from the paper bag, but see that one half is torn, and the other half is still connected, let the guests split it by themselves.This wood is sterilized, and no one has ever used it, so it is very comfortable to use.It's not a pity to throw it away after use.I praise this kind of chopsticks and think they are the most advanced supplies in the world.Westerners use knives and forks, which are too heavy and need to be washed before reuse; Chinese use bamboo chopsticks, which are also washed and reused, which is very unhygienic, even ivory chopsticks are not hygienic.The Japanese sterilized cutting chopsticks are just like toothpicks, only used once, which is really a great invention.They also have a toothbrush, which is very simple, sold in grocery stores, very cheap, and it is only used once and thrown away.This shows that the Japanese are very clever.Let's say that Lao Huang and I ate a pot of shochu in Enoshima, and drank three cups, and all worries were eliminated.The seabirds sing, and the wind shakes the sleeves.But feel relaxed and happy, as if in a fairyland.Old Huang liked to tease, and when he saw a young maid, he struck up a conversation with her, asking her about her age and her hometown, which aroused her sense of life experience and made her shed tears.So before leaving, I gave a small account and agreed to come back sometime.It was as if we were in a novel again. There is another situation that I can't forget.The opponent for drinking is still Lao Huang, but the place is in the Temple of the City God in Shanghai.There is a vegetarian restaurant here, called Chunfeng Songyuelou, a century-old restaurant, well-known far and wide.Lao Huang and I both work as teachers in Shanghai. Whenever we have free time, we meet to eat vegetarian wine.Our eating method is very economical: two catties of wine, two bowls of "over-watering noodles", one bowl of mushrooms, and one bowl of Shijing.The so-called over-pouring means that the toppings are not poured on the noodles, but are served in a bowl as a dish.When the wine is finished, the noodles are eaten as a meal.People say goodbye, often shouting "cross the bridge deck".The mushrooms here are very fat and fresh, and the ten scenes are also very tasty.There is quite a lot of toppings, and after serving the wine, there are still leftovers, which can be poured on the noodles.We often went there to eat, and later the waiter got to know us well, and when he saw us going in, he called out, "The guests crossing the bridge are here, please sit down!" Now, Lao Huang has passed away long ago, and this vegetarian restaurant has also changed its appearance, making it unrecognizable. Another situation is found in adversity.That year when Japan invaded China and Shimen Bay fell, our family of nine people fled to Hangzhou, transferred to Tonglu, and rented a house on the river outside the city.The owner's surname is Sheng, and he has four brothers.We rented the house of the third child, next door was the eldest, named Baohan.He has a grandson named Zhenqian, who is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He loves reading and often comes to ask me questions. Therefore, Baohan is also close to me and often invites me to sit at his house.This old man is about sixty years old and in good health. He often sits on a round drum stool next to a small table.As soon as I arrived, he offered me to sit on the chair opposite him.Standing up, lifted the cover of the drum stool, took out a large wine jug, poured two cups into the cups on the table; then took out a handful of peanuts from the drum stool, and took them with me. Discretion.His drum stool is filled with cotton wool, and the flagon is wrapped in cotton wool to keep warm. The two bowls of rice wine poured out are steaming hot.The wine is home-brewed, and the color, aroma and taste are all top-notch.We served wine with peanuts and chatted.Most of the talk was about his grandson Zhenqian.He only has this grandson, and he loves him very much.Said, "This villain reads books all day long, and his health is not good..." Reading books means reading books, and he is Tonglu Tubai.I comforted him with empty words and tricked him into drinking.I cheated too much, sorry, I plan to thank him later.But less than a month after we lived in Hetou, Hangzhou fell, and we left in a hurry, without thanking him for the wine.Now, it is not known whether the old man is alive or not, and Zhenqian is middle-aged, so the situation is unknown. The last scene is seen on the banks of the West Lake in Hangzhou.At that time, I lived in a small bungalow next to Zhaoxian Temple in Lixi Lake, and the door was Gushan, so my friend gave me a couplet called "Ji Neighbor Geling Zhaoxian Temple, the door is opposite to Gushan Fanghe Pavilion".If you have more time at home, you can sit on the stone bench by the lake and enjoy the scenery of the lake and mountains.Every time I saw a middle-aged man squatting on the shore, fishing by the lake.What he caught was not fish, but shrimp.Put a grain of rice on the hook and hang it by the shore rock.After a while, the thread was pulled up, and there was a big shrimp.The man shut it in a bottle.So put rice on it and hang it down to fish.When he caught three or four prawns, he hid the bottle in the rattan basket, got up and left.I asked him, "Why don't you catch a few more?" He smiled and replied, "Enough for drinking." I went with him and saw him walk into a hotel next to Yuefen, pick a seat and sit down.I sat down on the table next to him and asked the bartender to bring a catty of wine and a pot of peanuts.He also ordered a catty of wine, but not food. He took out the bottle, tied the three or four prawns with a fishing line, and dipped them in the boiling water where the bartender was boiling the wine. After a while, the prawns had turned red.He asked the bartender for a small dish of soy sauce and served it with shrimp.I see that he eats very sparingly, and it takes a long time to eat one shrimp, which shows that this person is an alcoholic. This person often comes to the shore in front of my house to fish for shrimp.I was drunk by him, and often went to Yuefen with him to have a drink.They are familiar with each other, but don't ask their names.We all drink alone without company, just talk to each other.He knew I lived here and asked me why I didn't fish for shrimp.I said I don't love this thing.He persuaded me and tried his best to promote the delicious taste and rich nutrition of shrimp.Taught me the tricks of fishing shrimp.He said: "Shrimps like to hide by the rocks on the shore of the lake. If you go fishing in the middle of the lake, you will never catch them. This thing likes to eat grains and earthworms, but earthworms are dirty. If they eat them, you will eat them. It’s like you eat earthworms. That’s why I always use rice grains. Look, it’s dead now, still holding rice grains.” He brought up a prawn to show me, and I saw that the shrimp was still holding half a grain of rice.He continued: "This thing is much better than fish. When you catch a fish, you have to cut it open, wash it, and cook it with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. It's a lot of trouble. This shrimp is much more convenient: just put it in boiling water for a while. Boil it, it’s delicious. It doesn’t cost money, and it’s very fresh.” I really admire how well he talked about shrimp fishing. This shrimp fisherman often came to my house to fish for shrimp, and I also went to Yuefen with him to drink wine several times.Once, in summer, I took my fan to drink.He borrowed my fan, saw my name, and exclaimed in surprise: "Ah! I can't see Taishan!" Then he narrated that he had read my essays and cartoons, and said a lot of words of admiration.I also asked his name, and I found out that his surname was Zhu, but his name has been forgotten, and he set up an engraving stand at the entrance of the Lakeside Hotel.After closing the stall in the afternoon, I often go to Lixi Lake to fish for shrimp and eat wine.This person enjoys himself, which is very admirable.It's a pity that I will leave Hangzhou soon and travel far away, and I will never meet this drunken shrimp fisherman again. At the time of writing this memo, I was recovering from a long illness, and I was off my drinking again.Recalling the above-mentioned scene, the wine was filled with excitement.It is exactly: "In the past, I was sick and disgusted with Fangzun, but today Fangzun is afraid of shallowness."