Chapter 15 about taste

About Taste (1) Around the world a big circle, a whole month.Back in Hong Kong, I decided to spend the weekend with my daughter.Hong Kong is too small, and the two of us are too familiar, so we decided to live in Shenzhen for two days.And my best friend was there too.So I chose a five-star hotel in Shekou and brought my daughter's and my golf clubs. I like Shekou because compared to other places in Shenzhen, it looks neater and tidier, and there is no oppressive feeling. The most important thing is that we can go there by boat.Because when I think about going through Luohu customs on weekends and making sardines in the customs building, I will lose my interest at all.

Another reason why I like Shekou is that Sea World has opened many, many coffee shops, because it has just started, and the consumption is considered high, and there are not many people.Sitting outside a coffee shop, many times you will think you are sitting on the streets of Europe.Because there are foreigners working in Shekou around me, and such a place can't be found in Hong Kong or Beijing. As a result, throughout the weekend, the children enjoyed themselves in the hotel's swimming pool, and after a meal of authentic food, they spent an afternoon on the golf driving range.Although it was raining continuously, listening to the sound of rain made the children feel more interesting.They were there, couldn't hit the ball, and started throwing it on the field one by one.The most pleasant thing was sitting in the coffee shop in the square, sitting for a whole afternoon, chatting with friends, aimlessly, while the children were attracted by the portrait painters on the square, and ended up sitting there obediently for more than an hour, everyone Get a portrait that, in my opinion, is at least ten years older.Although I smiled and said to my daughter, you know what, this is what you will look like in the future, she still treasures this picture.

My friend's husband said, you are living a really petty bourgeoisie. The word petty bourgeoisie is the word I hear the most in the Mainland.Many magazines and conversations between friends will mention these two words from time to time. But I think this is not a new thing in China. In Qian Zhongshu's or Zhang Ailing's novels, the way of life of the petty bourgeoisie today, and people at that time, have already lived like this.But the people at that time were from the bottom of their hearts, and they were much more particular and attentive than they are now.Rather than now, people are more concerned about the form.

The petty bourgeoisie in the past refers to a kind of ideological freedom, which is the recognition of one's own taste.It is not associated with popular external things.The petty bourgeoisie in the past will not be like now, which means going to the restaurant that the petty bourgeoisie should go to, reading the book that the petty bourgeoisie should read, listening to the music that the petty bourgeoisie should listen to, talking about the topics that the petty bourgeoisie should be talking about, and doing everything that the petty bourgeoisie should be doing. Things to do. In my opinion, the real petty bourgeoisie should pursue their own thinking and living space, adhere to their own taste, live the life they want to live, accept fashion, but not be swayed by fashion.

I still remember when I was very young, probably just in elementary school.One day, I found a strong fragrance coming from the pavilion at home.The pavilion is where our family cooks, eats and bathes.I walked over and found that my cousin was inside.She said that she was making afternoon tea. She made a bag out of gauze, filled it with black tea leaves, put them in milk, and boiled them in a kettle that usually boils water.She said that there are guests, and with biscuits, it is an English afternoon tea. Many years later, I sat in the cafe of the Mandarin Hotel in London and tasted authentic afternoon tea for the first time in England.The tea set is very exquisite. On the small iron stand, there are three layers of hot muffins, sandwiches, various fruit tarts and other desserts.Relying on limited knowledge of etiquette, I know that English afternoon tea needs to be enjoyed in a certain order to enjoy the pastries in front of me.Hyde Park is just outside the window of the cafe.

Holding the teacup, I suddenly remembered that afternoon in Shanghai. I can’t remember the taste of the milk tea clearly. The only snacks are soda biscuits from Shanghai. The window is facing the window of the opposite house.But it was still an afternoon of afternoon tea. Living a petty bourgeois life in the current sense requires a lot of money. The price of a cup of coffee in a bar in Beijing is already several times more expensive than on the streets of Paris.So in order to be a petty bourgeoisie and live a petty bourgeois life, many people began to work hard and earn money. A few years ago, because of work, I went to Germany to interview a writer.To my surprise, the home of this university professor and writer is much simpler than I imagined.It seems that the house is quite old, and when going up the stairs, it will make a creaking sound.After the interview, the writer's wife brought up a plate of cookies, which she said she had just baked.And the coffee she made herself.Sitting on her couch.Although the sofa is not new anymore, I think this is a couple with great taste in life.

I have a hobby, that is to go to the flower market to buy flowers.Because in the flower market, all the flowers are squeezed together randomly, without plastic decoration paper.I like the Flower Market in Mongkok, Hong Kong, there are so many flowers that I don't know how to choose.After picking, the owner will wrap the flowers in expired newspaper.In Beijing, when there are not many choices, I choose those ones.Soon, the girl at the flower stall already knew me, and every time I finished choosing flowers, she would help me hold them and send me to the car.It's just that I'm not used to it. The flowers here are all wrapped in plastic decorative paper. I think that flowers and plastic flower paper are two different worlds.

When I got home, I put different flowers into vases of different sizes. I have never learned flower arrangement, but now I can experience the peace that flower arrangement brings to the soul. I like flowers. When I was studying, I like to pick wild flowers around the campus, put them in milk bottles or soda bottles, and put them on the windowsill of the dormitory. Everyone's taste in life is different, I don't think we can simply judge the level of taste.The key is whether this taste is really suitable for you, and whether it makes your life happy and satisfying. When it comes to taste, it reminds me of the word "interest".

About Taste (2) Many people feel that life is too boring, and most people repeat their lives every day.Or like me, life is rich and colorful, but most of the time is not your own. Life should be felt with heart.The interest of life is created with heart.Many times, it costs nothing, and requires no money or time. My friend, a family of three went to Lijiang for a trip.This is something that many people have done, or are doing.Back in Beijing, during dinner, they showed me Wujue short poems written by three of them.Each of them manually and neatly wrote their poems with a pencil on a piece of waste paper that should have been found at random, and signed their names very carefully.I don't know how to judge the artistry of these poems, I am just deeply moved by the way this man enjoys life and shares his feelings.

I still remember that one winter, when I was on a business trip in Beijing, my friends also came to Beijing.We finished dinner together, and because of the drinks, we all had a lot to talk about.After passing the workers' gymnasium, many old people are dancing ballroom dancing there. "Let's go dance". This person who usually claims he can't dance suddenly made this suggestion, so I couldn't believe my ears there. Until now, every time I pass by there, I always think of that crazy night, and a smile will unconsciously float on the corner of my mouth. When I go to different countries, I don't like to take pictures, because I think it's enough to keep what I see in my heart.I also don't like to visit places of interest. Instead, I prefer to wander in unfamiliar streets and watch the people passing by me.

To keep the memory of those places, besides my heart, there are also those items brought back from all over the world, all of which are very practical.When I use them, sometimes I think about where I brought them back, then the memory floodgates will open, and some pleasant memories will start to play back in my mind.