I don't know if this is enough to qualify as a leisure hobby - I like to wash glasses, especially pure glasses, especially on sunny mornings. Washing cups and dishes are never the same! The bowl is terrible. The bowl is full of greasy, greasy, greasy residue from real life. It is the remnant of fatigue after serving food - but the cup is usually a faint trace of wine and tea. The reason for washing the cup is not to remove dirt, but to In order to restore the light, in order to reproduce its crystal clear essence-hey, why does this sound a bit like Song Ru's theory of human nature. Besides cups, washing glass bottles is also fun. The predecessor of the bottle is more complicated. It may have contained the sweetest honey, or the most fishy salted fish. It may have stored Hawaiian nuts, and its function is like a squirrel's hidden tree hole. If there are "rags" from Chiayi, it has become a modern urn again. But at this moment, under the light wiping of the vegetable melon cloth, they returned to their original state one by one. At the moment, they don't pretend to be anything - of course, you can interpret the word "pretend" as "pretend" - they are just empty cups and bottles without labels, they only contain sunlight and air - of course , it is not wrong for you to interpret the word "sheng" as "prosperous".

So clean, so empty, so trusting, so infinitely possible. Like the twinkling of a baby, there is a lifetime waiting to be completed, and like a storyteller's tea and smoke, a whole history needs to be told from the beginning. Ah, what is going to be poured into this cup and this cup is the nectar juice that makes the beauties intoxicated, or the poisonous juice that makes the philosopher die instantly when it touches his lips? I'm really embarrassed to tell people about such a trivial hobby, for fear of sullying the word "elegant". However, I finally couldn't help but announce that if a person can wash a row of cups, bottles and jars and hang them on the window sill on a sunny holiday, how happy it is!