The award-winning work of Peking University Peiwen Cup: turning into a coffee cup dressed in fur, to you
into a fur-clad coffee cup.
Fill it with clear, pearl-colored wine, and toast you.
To thee in the clean dawn
Watching you drink it down.
And watch the remaining pearls drop by drop
seep into my light brown skin.
Imprisonment
You frown and tell me, not enough
You said everyone was drunk, and you
Tired of waking up alone, do you think the river of Miluo
would be the clearest.
But I never thought that there would be something on the old and hard riverbed
Red spikes, green mud.
When you touch it with your toe, it's a bit of chaos.
You caressed my fur tenderly
It's like touching your country with holes and holes
"How much I resemble you." You look at me and you whisper
In the muddy old tears, the fisherman walked away with a song
Your tears fall on my chest
It's hot, don't worry
I'll keep it in my heart and never leave it.
You say to me, good wine!
But I see amber light shining on your pale beard
Must have drunk too much?
People say you're friends with the moon, you drink like a life, they say you're an immortal.
He said,"The Son of Heaven calls you not to board the ship, and you claim to be a god in wine."
When you smile wearily, they say:
"Look, he's drunk again!"
You looked at me and whispered: I'm not drunk anymore
And yet you're confused.
"I'm just a mortal."
Yes, when you worship on the steps of the throne room
When I look up and see the emperor at the end of the steps
And suddenly I understood the look in your eyes.
and luckily
Between the green cliffs, there is also a white deer that can fly.
waiting for you
You ride it all over the world, come back to me
You fondly stroked my fur:
"How much I resemble you."
You said to me calmly, one cup is enough
You said it's lucky this isn't Mengpo soup, I still can't let go of this world
In this stormy world
You are in the eyes of others who wonder, think, and play
18 beats of Hu Jia
Startle the drums from the night to the dawn
All the pretentious youth and arrogance have been blown away by Hu Feng
In court, you kneel at the feet of the prime minister of the Han family and cry
Cry till you're heartbroken, but you're still beautiful.
So far, no longer without branches to rely on
You lift me up to the sunset, pour me into your mouth
Until there's not a drop left, your face is as beautiful as ever
You said to me,"how much I look like you."
You sip it, sip it, sip it.
Rough lips brush my soft fur, you smile
You look at me, your eyes deep and clear
I look at you nervously
Would you mind my weird fur?
You didn't answer, but your eyes were darker.
In that numb world, you raised your arms and shouted
In that sick world, you picked up a pen.
You write line after line
sharp pen
I sighed and looked at you, maybe
Do you know there's nothing you can do about it?
Even though you pressed the New Youth button and said it was in vain
But eventually you said,"Let's shout a few cheers."
You shake the people in the iron room, wake them up
You must also struggle to get out towards the dawn
You have to give hope to those young people who focus on the horizon.
I look at you with reverence
You're still smiling.
"How much you look like me."
I looked up in amazement to see you pick up the same tightly furred spoon
stared at
"Maybe it's more like me than I am now."
You strode away.
Leaving behind turbulent undercurrents and wet crags
You stare at the cup full of red as if you were watching your faith.
I know
The court sentences you to death for insulting God and corrupting the minds of youth.
You, son of the sculptor, refuse to flee.
You say that the trees outside the city and the people inside are your friends.
You say you are a gadfly, biting to give strength to your city
And in my eyes, you are a wise man who distinguishes self from nature.
So, before you drink the poison, accept my compliments.
My fur is to wrap the biggest ear of wheat that meets me in my life
Let me, following your rules, deliver thoughts.
In the wheat field that branch upward wheat awn ah,
How much like me.
You drink your faith down, and then
Sitting at the end of the wheat field
And you, with a paintbrush in one hand and me in the other
"You're a wonderful work of art."
I held my breath excitedly, but I caught a glimpse of your left ear
The wound, what are you
How much light and hope is left, maybe the whole world?
Are they listening to your footsteps when you leave?
"Everything can be furred."
You said what Picasso said.
What would it be like if Oppenheimer met you one day?
I can't tell you I'm from the future.
I can't let you see me before I put on fur.
It was a flawless, translucent me.
That's you when you paint.
You staring at lavender and sunflower
In the cafe at night, in the starry night, in the wheat field where crows flock
I wish I could tell you
How much I look like you, and
how lucky you are
In this ordinary and magical world.
No one has ever seen me.
But everyone will see me.
When countless generations have passed
People will drink up the wine I gave them.
Some people drink it down and click.
Some people taste it with tears in their eyes
What they see in clear reflections is not my future.
It's about their own past.
Maybe everyone already knows, so they say
"How much I look like you, how much you look like me."
I am a coffee cup with fur on it.
There's a furry spoon in the cup.
I'm standing on a fur plate
Full of wine, waiting for you
into a fur-clad coffee cup.
Fill it up with your favorite drink. Here's to you.
Under the rising sun, to you
- Prev
Poison your college classmates? Poisoned Coffee case shocked Indonesia
Prosecutors accused the suspect, 28-year-old woman Jessica Coomaraonso, of adding cyanide to the victim's coffee, causing her death and demanding that Onso be sentenced to 20 years in prison. Weng Suo has permanent residency in Australia and studied design at the same university as the victim in Sydney. According to the prosecution, the victim suggested that Weng Suo break up with her drug-addicted boyfriend, causing resentment.
- Next
I would like to warn the "small retail investors" of coffee: don't be a giant.
The weaknesses of small retail investors in coffee first talk about the weaknesses of small retail investors. 1. There is a saying in the high-cost industry that cafes have to open up to six stores before all kinds of costs can be optimized. In other words, if you open a single store, the logistics cost, labor cost and supply cost are relatively high. For example, rent a refrigerated car to deliver 200 yuan a day to a storefront and 10 to deliver.
Related
- The drink formula is reversed! Buy coffee and get half a cup of apples?!
- Early risers spend more money?! Lucky jointly issued a Bug!
- The difference between cappuccino and latte How to make ice cappuccino The ratio of cappuccino coffee to milk
- What are the coffee tasting methods? How to appreciate a good cup of coffee? How to taste hand-brewed coffee?
- How to describe the richness of coffee? What exactly does coffee Body "mellow" mean? The most appropriate definition of coffee's richness
- What is the impact on the thickness of coffee flour? What does the Italian coffee substitute mean? Can the coffee powder be used if it is ground too thin?
- Coffee prices soared to hit a record high! Customer: I can't afford to drink anymore
- The heavier the "class flavor", the higher the density of coffee shops under the office building?!
- He was caught pretending to be a "shop assistant" and stealing equipment. The clue turned out to be...
- What well-known estates are there in the Vulcan region of Panama? What are the characteristics of Hartman Manor?