Life should be a little slower

　There is no need to rush to get what life has to give you, sometimes you have to show patience and take your time to appreciate it, this is the taste, this is the aroma.

　　In the ancient times of the Xia Dynasty, legend has it that two men met the wine immortal Du Kang by chance and asked him to teach them how to make wine. Dukang told them to use black glutinous rice that was ripe and full in autumn, mix it with the blue water from a mountain spring when the snow first melted, then inject it into a pottery urn made of thousand-year-old purple sand clay in a secluded place, and cover it with the first new lotus that saw the sunrise in early summer, and keep it closed for seventy-nine days until the rooster crowed three times in the morning before opening it.

　　In that ancient and barbaric era, they went through a lot of difficulties to find the required materials. They blended and sealed their dreams together with these things and then waited for that moment to come.

　　The difference is that a person does almost nothing, waiting single-mindedly for the success of the urn of wine, going from time to time to see, touch and shake. In this difficult wait, the forty-ninth day finally came, he simply did not sleep all night, sitting to wait for the dawn, it was not easy for him to hear the first rooster crowing. What a long wait, there is finally the second crowing of the chicken. When will the third crowing of the chicken sound in the end? He could not stand it any longer and opened the pottery urn in a hurry. He almost fainted: the water inside was as black and sour as vinegar.

　　And the other man, after sealing the mouth of the urn, although also looking forward to that time to come. But he was happy to work in the field during the day, and to read at night by the pine lamp, and the forty-nine days passed quickly.

　　On the night of the forty-ninth day, he went to bed early. The first rooster crowing woke him up, and he slowly got up, slowly washed up, and soon ushered in the second rooster crowing. At this point, he could not help but pace out of the hut, leisurely look at the sky in the apparition of the stars, watching the distant mountains in the dawn ...... in a pleasant pleasure ushered in the third rooster crowing through the sky. He slowly into the house, pick open the lotus leaf, suddenly felt a fragrance to the nose; he poured a full cup, only to see the clear transparent liquid in the cup rippling; gently sip, ah, is that mellow sweet, that delicious in the teeth between the cheeks for a long time ......

　　If you are an acute person, I hope not to ask life for you to become anxious, please let it in the slow and careful, for you to brew good. The years are a deep and secluded place of ancient alabaster clay made of clay pots, and life, is packed in it with various ingredients. If you want your life to become a good wine, please do not rush, that pottery jar is to help you realize the dream of the most exquisite vessels.

　　Slow, not is backward, not is passive. The slow, the slow, the slow, the logical, is precisely a kind of interest, an obsession, a wisdom, a sobriety.

　　Yes, as long as it is the right kind of slow, the fragrance of life will always come as promised.