Last night, the night was very deep. I wanted to drink a glass of red wine. I love the romantic atmosphere of red wine, whether my mood is good or bad.
In fact, it was quite accidental that I became acquainted with red wine.
My first encounter with red wine was on the fifth anniversary of my marriage. That day, classmates and friends all came. In the热烈atmosphere, the female companions pressed my head: Come on, have a cup! Drinking it is the fastest way for a bride-to-be to say goodbye to acne - you will forever fall in love with it, just like your perfect marriage! Is that right? Does red wine really have such great charm? Then I might as well give it a try. So I had no choice but to make an effort, one glass after another, starting soft, then deepening, then entwining, gradually becoming blurred, finally dizzy and disoriented, then heaven shaking and earth moving, in a daze not knowing whether I was in heaven or on earth, always drifting until the season of flowers and beyond the star clouds. This experience made me understand red wine, realizing this red, sweet, astringent, sour nectar. Now many years have passed, although I am still "unreconciled" with those female companions who made me feel like flying to the heavens at the time, I also thank them for letting me start a kind of indescribable, poignant and lingering "love" with red wine in such a special way.
"Wine makes the heart happy, and happiness is the mother of all virtues...I continue to have spiritual dialogues with wine, they make me generate great thoughts, make me create beautiful things." Isn't this what Goethe said? Gentle and rich red wine ah...
It is said that Bacchus, the most culturally meaningful wine god of ancient Rome, discovered wine, making tens of thousands of women almost crazy with admiration. Whenever the wine god went out, he was always accompanied by a group of fairies. These fairies drank wine while singing and dancing, showing that the origin of red wine and women are closely related. And modern groups of female friends like mine consider red wine as a magical thing and cherish it, which is understandable.
Since then, I can't tell if it's the enchanting color, or the pure aroma of the wine; if it's the long-lasting aftertaste, or the wandering thoughts; if it's the exquisite shape of the tulip glass, or the elegance of holding the glass and gently swaying it - all these mysteriously attract me. Therefore, every time it's time to drink, red wine is naturally my inevitable choice!
As I grow older, drinking red wine is more about evoking some precious memories, experiencing a touch of romance, revisiting a gentle sentiment, retrieving a lasting tone, and for those romantic stories soaked in red wine for centuries.
American writer William Young once said, "A bunch of grapes is beautiful, stationary, and pure, but it's just fruit. Once squeezed, it becomes a living thing because when it turns into wine, it has the life of an animal." Perhaps, red wine is a living work of art because only red wine accumulates so much historical culture and humanistic spirit, writing so many clear, rich, and beautiful stories.
The magic of red wine may be due to its fullness of fresh life juice, storage of profound historical connotations, and continuation of noble cultural accumulation. Savoring red wine, feeling joy, indulging in mystery, is naturally a rare and beautiful realm of life. When you pick up the tulip glass to play with it carefully, gently sway it, listen to the crystal-clear ice cubes refracting the bright wine juice colliding with the cup body emitting pleasant sounds, watch the rose-colored wine juice slowly flowing down along the cup wall, revealing a charming luster like solidified fat, how peaceful, calm, harmonious, and elegant your heart is. Hold your breath and approach to expand your lungs deeply inhaling a light fragrance, then gently sip a small mouthful and hold it in your mouth, let the delicate and smooth nectar bounce around between your lips and tongue, carefully feel the endless flavors, how comfortable, relaxed, and lazy your body feels. Then, your thoughts and emotions will slowly sink, roaming wherever you want to go... At this time, you will feel that red wine is a romantic poem, softly burning in your life.
Just like last night, I wanted to drink red wine, most wanting to sit with a familiar yet telepathic friend in the flickering candlelight shadows, each holding a transparent high-footed glass, looking through the red wine liquid at each other, slowly savoring in wonderful imagination. I hope the music comes like tides under the moonlight from afar, blending with the rich aroma of wine, lightly beating against my almost tired heart. That gentle inclusion filled with infinite tenderness will surely stir up subtle ripples in my heart.
Thus, I definitely had the urge to confide in him, the restlessness to express myself, the courage to understand, and the longing to explore. The distance between us shortened, our crystal-clear eyes gradually clouded over, inch by inch opening the window to our souls... In the touching and wondrous songs, together with the beautiful red wine, I would certainly let romance burn in my heart!
But last night, no one accompanied me to drink the red wine I imagined. However, I felt the romantic atmosphere of red wine with my thoughts in a very deep night!