Xinlan Handmade Private Kitchen [tiger Skin Roasted Chili]——ugly and Tender

Silent night, cigarettes, alone, Zhao Chuan's song. "Every night, in the wilderness of dreams, I am a proud giant. Every morning, in front of the bathroom mirror, I find myself living on the edge of the razor, in the reinforced concrete jungle. In the calling and calling career, calculating Looking at the gap between dreams and reality. I am ugly, but I am gentle, indifferent on the outside, and fanatical on the inside. That is me. I am ugly, but I have music and beer, a little humble, a little cowardly, but never shrink... …"
Xinlan suddenly thought of the Northern Song poet He Zhu. "Partridge: Half-Dead Tong" has gone through the door and everything has nothing to do with it. What's the difference? After the Wutong half died and cleared the frost, the head of the white mandarin duck was missing and flew. The grass is on the original, the first is exposed, and the old habitats and the new ridges are in harmony with each other. Lying on an empty bed and listening to the rain at the south window, who will pick up the lights and mend clothes at night? The sentence to mourn the dead wife is full of affection, mournful and sad, and the words are sorrowful, like weeping like complaints; "The Green Jade Case·Hengtang Road" Lingbo is not on Hengtang Road, but watched, Fangchen left. Who will save the Jin Sehuanian? In Yueqiao Garden, there is only Chunzhi at the Zhuhu households in Suo Chuang. Biyun is slowly fainting, and a new question with colored pen is a heartbroken sentence. How many sorrows are there? Yichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind, and plums are yellow when it rains. By meeting a beautiful woman, not knowing where to go, and dreaming about the residence, using the three metaphors of tobacco, wind and rain, and the rainy season, it profoundly outlines the feelings of lack of talent, full of worries, and feelings of wives. Xinlan once believed that the expression of sorrow here was better than Zhao Guyun, who used the mountain as the expression of sorrow, "the setting sun overlapped with the mountain and did not double the leisure and sorrow"; Anxiety is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward" and Qin Shaoyou's "falling red and sorrow like the sea" are many, very good.
But such a wonderful work in the Ci arena, but it is seven feet tall, with a pale face, and raised eyebrows. Hehe, known as He Guitou. It seems to be more in line with the image of a bold and unrestrained martial artist in his "Liuzhou Songtou". Young chivalrous, make friends with Wuduxiong. Hepatobiliary cavities, hair shrugging. In the beginning of the conversation, life and death are the same, making great promises. Push the Alice and Yong, Zong Hao Zong, Qing GaiYong, Lian Fei Yan, Dou Cheng Dong. Boom drinking wine, spring is floating and cold urn. Sucking the sea and hanging rainbow. Calling the eagle and the dog idle, Bai Yu picking up the eagle bow, sly hole Rukong, happy hurriedly. Like Huang Liangmeng, resigning from Danfeng; bright moon, Yang lonely canopy. Officials are long-contained, suspenseful, fall into the dust cage, books and books. He Bian is like a cloud of people, for rough use, sudden strange power. The 笳 agitation, the Yuyang Nong, the mourning man, do not invite the long Ying, the line is from the Tianjiao species. The sword roars to the west wind. I hate mountain climbing and water, send Qixiantong by hand, and watch Guihong.
In Zhao Chuan’s deep and affectionate voice, it is thought that although He Zhu died in a place of emptiness, he was buried in a cave with the Zhao family. It has been a long way for more than 20 years, and finally reached the end of longing. Xinlan finally understands , He must be an ugly and gentle man. "Half-dead parasol tree, missing a mandarin duck", thinking of the deceased wife who is willing to be poor and humble, and repaired for him in the midsummer. This rough-faced Ang Tibetan man must be like a knife to write that the tobacco is in the sky, the flying cats are all over the city, Meiyu's continuous swan song expresses boundless and endless sorrow.
Just like the original tiger-skin-burning chili cooked by Xinlan at noon, it has gone through the bitterness of the separation of seed and meat, and has been robbed of a strong body by the pressure of reality. It has suffered in the hot pot of life, and has formed a mottled melancholy. Although the tiger skin became more pungent, it still kept a soft heart, showing the beauty of ugliness and tenderness.
Chu Ren Xinlan gladly finished writing. "