Chapter 18 Capture of Zen

In Qingdao in winter, the bright sunlight slants on the red tiles of the German-style roofs during the day, and the howling sea breeze at night wanders the lonely and winding streets. There are only seafood, such as shellfish, crabs, shrimps and fish from the deep ocean. , Perpetually filled with the breath of the sea.Walking through Mashi Street in Qingdao, seeing the Catholic St. Michael's Church, standing on the trestle bridge overlooking the sea, the mood is a bit distant, even peaceful.An island on a bay, where the wind, rain and sunshine stop, and the accumulated time memory is turned up by friends. Some fossil fragments with colorful history flash in my mind with various brilliance.In Qingdao, a few days of small stay, a heart running north and south seems to be out of this world.

I like the posture of seagulls flying against the wind. While fluttering their wings and pitching, the sun brushes over the swept-back wing edges, shining a golden bow.Countless gestures constitute the delicacy and magnanimity of the world, like the never-ending waves of the sea.The seasons make the street tree——the sycamore tree's triangular leaves release orange charm.Qingdao Bay, the sea reef after low tide, dark green seaweed hangs on the reef wall, smart small crabs quickly retreat into the crevices of the reef, a little sea water, like a pool of clear springs, there are children fishing for small shrimps, catching fish Touching shrimp is the nature of childhood.

Eating shrimp is full of the charm of procedures. Grilled shrimp is popular in Qingdao recently. The shrimp is baked in a microwave oven. Even the shrimp shells can be eaten. The dehydrated shrimp is soft and chewy, reducing a little freshness and adding a little dry fragrance.However, a foreigner always likes to eat fresh prawns. A plate of bright red prawns is exactly what there are countless golden hook fishermen, and they can't feel relieved.To eat shrimp in Qingdao, you pick them up with bare hands, pick the head, peel off the shell, dip it in soy sauce, and put it in your mouth. After the taste of the sauce is removed, it is sweet and soft.This time, I had a drink with brother Liu Yiqing, a young writer, at the Golden Lighthouse Hotel. This is the second time I have visited the Golden Lighthouse. It has a wonderful feature, that is, the main wall of the hall is four meters high, all of which are embedded in glass, allowing sunlight to shine through. The diners are illuminated through the glass wall, and the dining table holds up a sunny mood.When pouring the wine, Brother Yiqing took the long whiskers of two shrimps and handed them to my plate, saying, pull the whiskers.Sudden movement, pulling whiskers?modesty?When the host hosts the guests, he will probably serve the guests. The "humility" required to lead the shrimp will give him a sense of Zen.

I like sitting across the table like this, talking about words, tasting Tsingtao beer, carelessly peeling shrimp, or savoring the delicate taste under the sun, leisurely in the world, like a rest in a spiritual station, the wind of the journey will recede far away.A shrimp with a golden hook, a bottle of cool Tsingtao beer, an open-minded literary friend, and maybe some sunshine, will be flashed in memory. Since then, when I miss Qingdao, there will be dozens of images laid out in the wandering life. , Is there a city that can be missed?I love Qingdao, it is the same capture of Zen.Especially the historical fragments of the beautiful island, in a dream, like a glimpse of a round of sea moon.