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The beginning of winter, with people to prepare for the winter the pickle -- Chinese cabbage, red and white radish, ginger and salt and pepper wire chili, garlic, this bowl of multi pressure ten pounds of celery half bag Jerusalem artichoke best travel mugs.
The mountains called pickles for cold dishes. Salty, idle word, Shaanxi dialect read han. On the plateau people meaning sound straightforward, called salt dish -- salted vegetables. I feel or cold dishes called wonderful, pickled season, eat time clearly.
My father is a mountain man, the mother is on the plateau people. So I can call cold dishes, also called salt dish, also and the city people Yangyang called pickles. It depends on who to talk to and see the food, I will.
Cold dishes is the past people winter entrees, a dish of pickled chilli, not cut, a bowl of old paste soup, yellow, foot pedal on the table Guang, breath coffee three steamed bread. you beauty This is the winter is the best I can think of.
Paste soup and cold dishes best match. Corn grits sub boil thick, chopsticks, a clamping piece, cold dishes spill oil mix cilantro also, direct shredding disc loading line, to save trouble, out from the cold dishes urn Shousi to eat also us. Paste soup cold dishes is the staple food of the early farm. When food, not who can be the prodigal to eat steamed bread. Paste soup hot heat and top full hunger, the mountains and a variety of maize. Hard wood, iron, alkali feet, small fire fire cooked gurgle. People say "rapid fire meat, slow fire porridge", in fact refers to the boil soup. Add potato, sweet potato pimple pimple are good. A hard labor, a winter lazy days, a paste soup cold dishes is enough. This is absolutely not the poor happy Italian wine.  

Flange, the existence of a structure in Chinese characters is very simple, have the most confusing explanation in the Chinese characters. Predestination, reason, edge, karma... Since the word appears, people almost every field of life "miracle" or "out of control" to "the edge", a word, seems to be perfectly explain the mystery of fate.
Most of the time, the beginning of fate, is just a moment.
Buddha says: everything is all, all is the fate, a chance meeting, suddenly looking back, destined to a life of each other, only to the eye of the moments.
Everyone come to the vast between heaven and earth, is in a hurry traveler; In the vast universe, we are the smallest. We don't know too much, and the time is always too little. Even a momentary encounter also is not easy, how can you not cherish?

Reunion and separation, as if a turn, a circle a circle, then joined the dance of life. Walk, scattered, weak memories, lost heart .
We sometimes forget that the fate of the beginning, is the eyes of the circulation, is the heart of the moments, it is our deepest desire, even if only a moment of encounter, how could easily give up?
So, with this a return trip, in this year, summer.
AlainDeBotton said in "the art of travel", "if the meaning of life lies in the pursuit of happiness, so, get rid of travel, there are few other behavior can appear in the process of the pursuit of enthusiasm and contradictions. How is not clear whether, travel can still expresses the tense work another life significance and hard to make a living."
Happiness, is not so easy, so just fascinates people, to strive for, yourself through every step of the long mountain water far.
Haven't like this time, there is no burden, with no purpose, just and friends like three two naughty children, plunged into the journey, knotting series as I can remember some bits of instant recall.
Read a flower, a flower, a glimpse of the read, read a persistent.
Experience in every city, every touch under the palms of their hands to receive belongs to the moment of the city; In travel every day, feel every beat of heart sound of their own regorafenib
A hand's grasp, a heart of house, three inches square, three inches of heaven.
With simple steps through each place scenery, to measure the charm of the vicissitudes of life in space and time; With pious eyes grazed every fate,
to taste in the heart heaven and earth.