The life I want, the life with tea

When I grew up smelling the fragrance of tea, the most profound thing in my memory was tea. In front of the house and behind the house, there were tea trees everywhere, which were evergreen all the year round, and the sleeves and hair were stained with tea fragrance. In the past 21 years, the only thing I haven't given up is my love for tea as always. I always like to go upstairs when I am alone, take cool streams, light a charcoal fire, take out my treasured tea set, buy some favorite tea leaves, cook a pot of tea that smells sweet to my heart, and the wind caresses my silent face, cooling my memory, taking my favorite heptachord, a song of mountains and rivers, and singing softly all over the place.

Tea tastes like Zen. During the Han Dynasty, tea has become a tonic for Buddhist meditation. A good cup of tea can take me to the eternal landscape, and a good cup of tea can forget the worries and troubles in this world, which is carefree, free-spirited and casual.

Countless nights that I thought I couldn't get through have been on the verge of collapse for countless times. It's tea. Cooking a pot of green tea has warmed my heart. It's tea. Cook a pot of green tea, spend a cool night with me and look forward to the arrival of the first light of dawn with me.

tea, nature gives you true feelings, and you have the aura between heaven, earth, sun and moon; Tea, you are the purest gift from God; Tea, you are my only eternity. I know that no matter how things change, you will never let go of my hand, you will never turn your back on me, and you will never stand there and watch me cry. Be careful when the pain is hard to breathe. When the tears burst, you always open your hands to hug me, soften me with your ethereal, influence me with your dense and clear lotion.

It's the middle of winter. It's a different season and a different mood. The journey of life has hit the wall again and turned a sharp corner. What we have gained, lost and once lost has inadvertently appeared in the hazy field of vision. It's time to sort out, miss, pass away, stay, and can't get back. What we have in our hands is within our reach.

tasting a cup of warm tea, my lips and teeth are fragrant, and it warms my heart and spleen. Suddenly, I remember that someone once asked me what kind of life I wanted, and that was my silence. Then I took a sip of tea in the cup, and suddenly, I was suddenly enlightened. The life I wanted, tea meant life.