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By going up one flight of stairs's 800-word essay on water.
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Occasionally flip through magazines and have a casual glance:

"Teenagers like to drink soda, which is sweet and changeable, because teenagers don't know the taste of sadness; Young people like to drink coffee, which is bitter and sweet, fragrant and astringent, and has a mature sense of stimulation; Middle-aged people love to drink tea, which is fragrant and quiet; Old people love to drink boiled water because it is extremely weak. "

However, I am not in my prime, but I love this boiled water.

-Write it in the front

As clear as the wind. As light as a cloud.

There is no reason to love drinking water.

Keep a quiet place alone. Enjoy a sense of security.

Happiness is rippling around the world.

I am a very simple person. Maybe this is love the water's way!

A person, quietly, holding a cup, put aside all other thoughts and work. Maybe just for a "quiet". But let the heart gallop and dream a "girl's dream" alone. Only then will I forget everything. As if the whole world belongs to me, as if in the clouds, in a trance, on cloud nine. ...

Clear water, pure water.

Purely because of purity, only purity is clear. The heart seems to have been washed, clear and pure. Take a sip and fall into reverie, as if you were in a refreshing state. ...

Romantic taste of water, poetic taste of water.

Clear water and pure water make people feel relaxed and forget all their troubles ... as if stepping into the "Taoyuan" world, vaguely, vaguely and poetically romantic. ...

Heart,

My thoughts are flying ...

Floating with romance.

Drinking water is a very detailed matter.

The right space, the right time, the right container and warm white water should all be right, so that we can taste the taste of water.

Even so, it's not enough. The most important thing: drinking water needs mood. Only in this way can we really taste the water.

Have you ever had the experience of "holding a stove in summer and eating watermelon in winter"?

It is hot and summer, and it is noon. All is silent.

Take a cup of boiled water. Sitting on the floor alone-holding the cup handle or holding the cup in your palm. Blow it away, plumes of hot air emerge from the cup, and the water waves sway slightly. Close your eyes slightly, open your lips and stick them on the cup, slowly absorb the heat in the cup and accumulate your chest and abdomen. Take a sip, like a hot spring trickling into the abdomen, like a spring rain dripping wet lungs, warm and fresh. ...

Ice and snow, the north wind is biting and the cold is biting.

Hold a cup of cold boiled water. A person walks in front of the railing-holding it or holding it with both hands. The wind rippled across the water. My eyes are dim, and I sip my mouth gently, like an ice spring slowly entering my abdomen, like frozen snow gradually melting and freezing cold. ...

Want to be poetic and romantic? Come with me-

The sun is warm and the wind is soft.

Jasmine is in full bloom, and the fragrance is diffuse.

Take a cup of boiled water in your hand.

Through the rolling fog, you can see the white elves laughing. This water also smells like jasmine.

Take a sip. That faint sweet fragrance permeates every part of the mouth and breeds. And the water is boiling hot, burning the whole body and mind, that kind of calm. ...

You might as well have a few bites. Let the boiling water flow happily until the heart is burning. What a great comfort. ...

It's like being in a quiet forest and mountain stream. When you close your eyes, you can hear cicadas and birds singing, as well as the artistic conception of "cicada singing makes Lin Jing more secluded". The burning heart is also moving, which comes from the deep heart and sublimates into the heart. ...

Tears, then silently covered the cheeks ... only know that this moment is very touched, very touched. ...

Fill it with water.

The wind rippled.

The mist drifted away with the wind. There is a faint fragrance flowing in the soft wind, which is more and more mellow. Immersed in the heart and spleen, permeating the whole body ... with the joy of finally making a positive result through hardships. ...

The more mellow this water is, the sweeter it is. That mellow and sweet, clear and light, beyond the world. ...

I am also outside the cloud nine. ...

Until the sweat slowly gushed out and the body became weak. ...

A glass of water tastes life!

Someone once said, "tea is always the drink of the wise." Because tea is a kind of thing, it can bring people into a realm of contemplation of life. However, the water I tasted was clear and light, pure and clean, neither fragrant nor astringent, neither bitter nor sweet ... just like life.

"If you are not indifferent, you will have no ambition. If you are not quiet, you will be far away."

Everything is brewed in clear and light, sublimated in pure and clean, not floating or sinking, like riding a wild crane, like riding a light cloud, leisurely and fast!

Addicts, fanatics, hazy people, trying to sip boiling water. ...