In Hunchun, my hometown, there are many students who like reading books and drinking more, but the amount of alcohol is generally small. When they are in poor condition, they will enjoy their drinks. "Men do not drink, and do not walk in the world ." This is a local training that inspires countless men to "fight" on the wine court ".
His father loves wine and is famous for his large amount of wine. In my memory, my father is always drinking outside and never gets drunk. When I was sensible, I saw my parents drinking for the first time. I still remember that my father was sitting on the right side of the eight sides of the table. He was so arrogant that his manners seemed to lead the army. Those who were not satisfied with the amount of alcohol reduced to the corner of the table, with few words, the admiration for his father exists. On the wine table, there are enemies, one end of the wine glass, and hate is put aside. If you want to find something difficult, you can get a reply with your consent when you have two drinks.
Once, my father shouted at me and said, "Come, Peng er, give me a cup of respect to Uncle and uncle ." Helpless, I had to pick up the wine glass and look at the water in the cup. I thought: Isn't it just a glass of water? I raised my neck and tried to drink it all. Who knows? When the wine reaches its throat, it becomes very hot. When it comes to my stomach, it is like a hot ball. As a result, I had not completely gotten down to a cup of wine, and I threw out half a cup of wine, so my father said, "You have nothing to offer. You cannot drink this wine, are you a man?" His father was not always so fierce when drinking. In summer, he liked to move the bamboo bed to the willow tree in the yard and drink a few drinks. Then, he told the story and shook his fan while drinking, shake me into a dream.
My father liked Spring Festival most. At that time, his family had good wine and good dishes. He had a oven in his hand (a kind of heating supplies in his hometown, charcoal in the bottom, and straw ash in the top ), another hand was behind him and hang a little song in his mouth. after drinking the tea, the other party rushed to the west. My father said, "On this day, I am not a god !"
I went home for the Spring Festival in the first year of my work. I spent half a year saving and bought two bottles of Moutai for my father. I plan to have a few drinks with my father. I know that when I grow up, I am qualified to drink with my father. I didn't expect my father to sigh with a sigh: "I can't drink this good wine any more ." He opened the bottle cap and smelled it again and again, slightly closed his eyes and lamented: "sweet ......" It turned out that his father suffered from high blood pressure and high blood fat because he often drank alcohol. He was hospitalized twice and almost lost his life. For fear of affecting my work, he will not let his mother tell me. The father who quit drinking, like changing a person, cannot afford to raise his spirits, his health is getting worse and worse, and he often loses his temper for no reason.
During his father's 70-year-old life, our family was reunited. My father had a small smile and decided to have a few drinks. It was my first time drinking with my father in adulthood. My father coughs, drinks, and gets drunk. In my fingers, my father has been dead for four years. Every year, I will go to his grave and give me a few good drinks. I don't know if the father of heaven has taken up his favorite wine cup.
(Transferred from Wuhan Morning Post/Hong Peng)
