Commonly used "not eat earthly fire" to describe the woman's dust, vulgar, lead washed out, untainted. But I don't think that's the norm for women in the world, they are too far away, so far that even the men in the world have to look up and worship, like the clouds in the sky, and the dust and smoke detached from the world, not like a guest on earth. I thought that the real beauty of the woman is just that in the world, flying into the ordinary people's homes of ordinary women, they are carrying a dust fire color, to the red dust to find that half a world of fascination.
I love pyrotechnic women, only because they are warm ---- with the warmth of the world's pyrotechnics. I am haunted by the breath of life, so that people are comfortable and close. Unlike those who do not know the firewood, rice, oil and salt of the high and mighty women, the so-called noble temperament is there, just too cold, like the iceberg snow lotus, like the red plum, cold, unattainable, unattainable. After all, life is a trivial combination of wood, rice, oil, salt, vinegar and tea, a home is only the existence of such AWOL women, there is a warm temperature and full of life.
The fireworks woman is grounded. Such a woman, on the hall, down to the kitchen, will burn soup spoon, will cook tea burning incense. They go back to the market and bargain with the vendors, they will personally transport the children to and from school, they will be in the sunset and the neighbors and parents. They know the price of rice, oil and salt, and they are one with the rest of the world. Such a woman has adapted to the society, they live in this earthly life with flavor.
Fireworks women are down-to-earth. They also have a princess dream, but willing to live a Cinderella life. They are as ordinary as the grass on the side of the road, but they are happy to live a leisurely life. They are just small women in life, will posture low to the dust. But the heart is joyful, can bloom from the dust. Such women are women who live their lives. They know how to live a hard life, good to feed, have wine, food, fireworks, can be down to earth life.
The fireworks woman is real. And real is the most natural, natural is the most beautiful. They live casually, free, do not have to live in front of people wearing a mask. Don't have to pretend to be a lady, don't have to pretend to be a goddess, they just have to do a good job in the role of a real woman, pampered, angry, shrew-like scolding, like a big mother to dance in the square. They can walk in stride, the wind and fire, without shaking the hip and waist, weak willow wind; they can eat up their meals, wind and clouds, do not have to chew slowly, so that the food is not fruitful; they can laugh, do not have to cover up the nose and mouth, pretending to be reserved; they can be a vegetarian, not to cause a crowd of people on the favor of a thick makeup, thick black eyeliner, deep cleavage squeezed.
Smoke women are indifferent. At the far end of the lake has made them indifferent to fame and fortune, only for the ordinary life and busy, do not have to live like those strong women as tired. In this is still a man at the helm of society, they do not have to compete with a group of male animals and exhausted, and can still maintain the weakness of the woman, find an ordinary man to snuggle. Such a woman, although not always accompanied by a fluttering gentleman side of the red sleeve, singing and dancing, but also can be and clothier male raised eyebrows, husband and wife. They live poetically, looking for calm in the hustle and bustle, in the heart of the hedge planting chrysanthemums, warm moods, moist days, like a hermit, the ordinary days of poetic.
There are many women around, not willing to do the world of smoke and fire in a small woman, dreaming of flying on the phoenix branch, refused to live down to earth. They will not cook and laundry, will not make the bed folded quilt, will not knitting women's labor, lost a woman's original position. They have deviated from the original track of life looking forward to the beautiful, do not know that firewood, rice, oil and salt is the root of the family is the basis of the shortcomings. Regardless of how the society changes, I always think that the woman's duty to raise children will not change.
This big red world, bustling, go to often, all for the food and drink men and women, inevitably stained with a little smoke and mirrors. And most of the red men and women, must be ordinary. I remember someone said, "a woman is not afraid of ugly, not afraid of the old, afraid of not having a normal day of the ordinary heart. So ah, rather than over-ambitious, unrealistic dreams, not as ordinary as a lifetime, on a stable class, walk a fixed road, do trivial chores, loaded with the smell of fumes, quietly bloom in the acreage, do a real fireworks woman, and then slowly grow old.
Can stand the loneliness, can stand the ordinary, can stand the life of wood, rice, oil, salt, pots and pans shoveling, and I am looking for nothing more than such a woman filled with the world of fireworks, piggybacking on the breath of the book, the traditional breath, that's all.