Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [oiled Golden Salted Duck Eggs]-all of Them are Oily, Salivating, and Proud of The Golden Color

Xinlan's hand-made private kitchen [oily golden salted duck eggs]-golden pride Autumn is a prosperous and bleak season. Colorful autumn colors, purple grapes, red sorghum, white cotton, maple leaf orange... I only love the golden, heavy ears of rice-the golden crystal of life; gorgeous chrysanthemums-the blooming beauty of yellow oranges; The falling leaves flying in the air-the sadness of the bleak passing; the dreary grassland-the sadness of the lonely ending...
Either blooming or withering, is an experience of life. In the past, the color of nobility that belonged only to the relatives of the emperor, the color of grace that we can only look up to in the past, the grass-to-earth folks of the past, are lonely in the long river of history, and the enjoyment of a few people has made her raise the depth and charm. Now that we have integrated into our lives, we can enjoy her elegant appearance at will, and savor her richness.
Golden is the true color of life. From the golden light of sunrise to the sunset of sunset; from the sprout of the vast loess to the fruitful golden autumn. That thick yellow, silently witnessed the beginning, growth, prosperity, and decline of life, recorded the ups and downs of all creatures and creatures, and told the vicissitudes and prosperity of the billowing red dust...Golden, lonely and arrogantly indulging in the years of walking, walking silently Words, but always let you and I hear the throbbing that belongs to her. You and I are ups and downs in the river of dissipated golden life, or smug, or frustrated and depressed, or rejoicing, or frustrated, or honeyed and tender, or ecstasy, that indelible yellow has long been rooted in you and me Life and soul are integrated and cannot be separated.
The Yellow River, the river of life in China, the rolling water for eternity, from the clear and graceful upstream, to the monstrous turbid current in the middle section, to the wonder of making land into the sea. The legend of Lei Yue Longmen belongs to your fantasy, the wind is roaring, the horse is roaring, and the yellow river is roaring is the majestic that belongs only to you. This is a river of life with distinct loves and hates. She not only bred the Guanzhong Plain of "mountains, forests, rivers and valleys, rich in genius", "Mencius" once described the beauty and warmth of "grass and beasts breeding", but also roared. With the anger and terror of "Daoguang Twenty-Three, the Yellow River rose to the sky, rushed across the sun, and carried Wanjintan". In the long history, the reincarnation of life and death is performed all the time... From ancient times to the present, you should be running freely. However, today you have been changed so much by us. The bridges across the river are flying, and the river dams are blocked. This rising river silently looks at us, not sad or happy...
The Loess Plateau, a hundred feet thick soil, rich in minerals, suitable for farming, bred ancient civilization, vertical and horizontal, vast and boundless. You were originally such a rich and rich, I can still imagine the beautiful scene of water, fertility and soil. It's a pity that Qin, Han, Ming and Qing censored three times, for food, you have changed. You have slowly become a dying old man from a strong, upright and handsome young guy. The gullies all over are the wrinkles of your vicissitudes of life. The yellow sand in the sky is your nostalgia for the good past. With the disappearance of the puffy grasslands and forests, and the growing rubbings of the ravines and deep valleys, this vast plain bears silently, without saying a word...
Our skin is yellow, our nation is yellow, and our road is also yellow. Life is actually a circle that gradually condenses or spreads out, and is depicted on the vast loess. We are walking lonely on the road of life, so longing. Longing for wealth, longing for respect, longing for happiness. Plain as water is not our vision, passionate and unrestrained life is the life you and I yearn for. All this seems to be related to that golden touch. Wealth, golden temptation. Respect, the heavy weight of yellow orange orange. Happiness, gorgeous light. We chased tirelessly, we looked forward eagerly, and under the excuse of giving something to gain, we abandoned too much... Fish and bear's paw, principle and wealth, which is more important? On the way of chasing, we also slowly changed, becoming cold, indifferent, snobbish, becoming... hurting and being hurt, haunting our lives. Pain, entanglement and torment between gain and loss... Walking all the way, life is like a dream, waking up from a dream, it is already a scratch of loess, a full stop for eternal silence, written on the earth. It originated from the loess and returned to the loess. Nothing was taken away, and nothing was left behind.
We are just a passing of time, ups and downs in the red dust, for the sake of fighting rice. Listen to the rain in the quiet night, for the soul. Gains and losses are really difficult to choose in the face of the reality of the world; gains and losses, in the sea of quiet night, in fact, there is already an answer.
I hope that my life is passionate and unrestrained, like golden chrysanthemums standing proudly in the rustling autumn wind. There is an arrogant body, who did not bend the waist for five buckets of rice when he was born, and did not follow the desires of materialism. Although it is clear and lonely, there is still a heart of ice. After death, he returned to the loess, reincarnation indifferently, still Yu Lingtai was empty and turned into fertile soil, and he hoped to bloom again in the next life. Don't understand it, it's not important. It's not important to get wealth. I only wish to have no regrets in this life, cherish the golden land where I stand, cherish the environment I am in, enjoy my casual life, and stand alone with my golden pride!
Chu Ren Xinlan enjoys the chrysanthemum with wine, and reads madly after being drunk. "