Xinlan Hand-made Private Kitchen [small Fried Hunan Bacon]-nirvana in The Suffering of Life

Starbucks, Heart Blue and Little L. The beautiful woman on the opposite side, Lihua, brought rain, choked up and made Xinlan feel at a loss. In the contemptuous eyes that could kill ten elephants in a circle, she was reduced to a tragic and bad man who spoke cautiously and kept passing paper towels, even with the heart of wanting to die. There are both. But couldn't bear to touch the fragile heartstring of Little L.
Intermittently, going around and around, two long hours. At the moment when the tissues full of tears and nasal mucus were about to annihilate me, Xinlan, with supreme wisdom and strong ear roots, relied on her strong writing skills to piece together the messy bytes of Little L, and finally understood the whole story. Little L's mother got Cancer, it has been half a year, late. And his drunk father actually abandoned her in the last part of his life, took the rest of the family's money, sold the house, and the world disappeared. The people in the in-laws' family are also very indifferent, and no one takes care of them. In order to extend the life of her daughter, the originally impoverished grandmother and grandfather have fallen into a situation of begging in the street...
Silent, Xinlan understands that at this moment, any words can no longer calm the broken heart of Xiao L. I can only quietly accompany the lively, cheerful, strong and self-disciplined girl in front of this person, acting as a loyal listener and letting her vent her unwillingness for a long time. To share the pain for her, heal the tears... Little L gradually became tired from crying, and her mood stabilized. Xinlan handed a bottle of Evian and quietly sent a text message to old J.
Old J came, brought fifty thousand yuan, and silently stuffed it into L's handbag. Tears slid over Little L’s face wantonly again, “It’s okay, Buddha said, you are born to suffer. Don’t worry, the sky won’t fall, and if it does fall, there will be brothers to help you with it!” Hummer carried us, Carrying the sadness of a daughter, carrying a meager hope, drove to Xiao L's distant hometown...
Three days later, we came back. Little L did not stay to accompany her mother. She no longer cried. She said that she would hold up her mother's day and stop letting her elderly grandpa and grandmother bend her back. She has to work hard and make money to treat her mother. The strong girl is back again, and her eyes are shining with a light of decisiveness that has never been seen before.
After returning, Xinlan continued to smoke her own bacon. Pickled, air-dried, smoked... mechanically boring. At the moment when the bacon was out of the oven, looking at the golden, red, and fragrant bacon, I suddenly felt sad. Isn’t this ancient smoked bacon just like us in life? Under the erosion of large grains of salt, tears of innocence were shed; under the torment of strong wind, the weak character was shrivelled; under the torment of strong smoke, the flashy appearance faded away. But in the torment of these sufferings, the local pork persisted and ushered in the nirvana of life. He is more tenacious, able to maintain the same meat quality in harsh environments, and is no longer as fragile as fresh pork; he is more graceful, full of charming fragrance all the time, no longer as fresh Pork is generally pale and boring; he is more rich in connotation, golden fat, red lean meat is inherently delicious, no longer like fresh pork to need other seasonings to show elegance... He, in the smoky suffering Achieved another more glorious self, blooming with a strange brilliance of life.
In front of life, we are humble, so humble that we do not know whether the next moment is happiness or suffering; in front of time, we are helpless, helpless to a second can take away our own family and love; In the face of reality, we are hypocritical, so hypocritical that even our own grief cannot be indulged; in the face of indifference, we are fragile, fragile enough that a single look can completely crush us and disintegrate...
But you are not alone. When you are upset, your loving parents will endlessly tolerate your worries, although they may not understand the terms related to work in your mouth; when you cry and shed tears, your sincere friends will silently share your grief , Although maybe he doesn’t know what the relatives in your mouth look like; in your moments of helplessness, enthusiastic passers-by will unselfishly lend a helping hand, although maybe he and you don’t know each other... Great love has no boundaries. Love.
Life is a sea of fire, full of suffering, full of helplessness. From the moment we were born, we were in this boundless flame, whether you like it or not, the fire is right by your side, testing you and experiencing you all the time. Once we give up by ourselves and lie down, we will become the dust without a surname at the bottom of the furnace, and there will be no trace of annihilation... Please don't forget that Monkey King was trained in the flames and smoke of Laojun's Pill Furnace with a copper skin and iron bones. , A pair of fiery eyes. The gold-letter sign of fighting against the Buddha flashed with mockery of the suffering of life. The myth is so, not to mention us living people. We must also be strong, no matter how strong, even stronger. Let those family affection, love, friendship, and true feelings accompany us, meet the challenges of life's suffering, never give up the struggle, laugh and suffer, the phoenix will rise to the flames, and usher in our own Nirvana.
Chu Renxin's essays beside the blue fire. "