说透了,人,其实就是个容器,像酒杯那样,只不过分了个高脚的,矮矬的,细腻的,粗糙的;生命呢,是酒,是那气象万千杯子中,轻轻漾的一点美酒。生命之味,多由杯中酒而来。不过,很多时候,我们的视线跑偏,去看重了形式和杯子。也有活得透彻的人。他直抵生命的本质,恍如轻轻举了杯,风里、花里、雪里、月里,爱人的浅嗔低笑里,细细啜,慢慢品。岁月总是无情的,酒尽了,人便在年岁里悄 To tell the truth, people, in fact, is a container, like a glass, just over a tall, dwarf, delicate, rough; life, it is wine, is the meteoric cup, gently Yang A little wine. The taste of life, mostly from the cup of wine. However, very often, our gaze deviates to look at the form and the cup. There are also people who live a thorough life. He went straight to the essence of life, as if gently held a cup, the wind, flowers, snow, moonlight, lover’s shallow smile, sip, slowly products. Years are always ruthless, drunk, people will be quiet in their lives