However, this song is not about the sweetness of young first love, but about a woman's sobriety after years of lovelorn love and her indifference after seeing through the world.
Every young woman in her prime has tasted and liked him in his prime. Such youthful feelings will always bring some sweet yearning. The beginning of love is always beautiful, but the end of love is unattainable. Not every woman can meet someone who has been kind to her all her life. A woman who has experienced many love storms will always understand that the ideals she once hoped for, the desires she once entrusted, and every emotion she once invested, whether warm or embarrassing, will eventually run dry like running water, leaving no trace. In the past, the more thoroughly you devoted yourself to your feelings, the more determined you were when you finally left.
Love is like a flower in a vase, it can't last forever. All the details of his life have finally become the seasoning of a long memory. How much emotion does it take to get a scenery that will accompany you forever? How long does it take to realize an eternal ideal? Romance is only a short-lived feeling, which can be brilliant for a while and difficult to support until the end of time.
Can a cup of hot tea dilute all disputes? Make a cup of tea, digest the sad things one by one, and let the painful scars fade from it. Time has passed year by year. No smoke, no fire, left me. Can I survive the chaotic years? Forgetting the noise in the street, I finally found this beautiful home in the cup, blue and white purple sand, which is also elegant in shape. Finally, we are all tired, so it is better to drink tea quietly than to be persistent. After stumbling, we have to deal with it safely. Plain life is so rare. Recalling that moment of happiness and that moment of sadness, this cup of tea is me.
Walking through Pinghu misty rain, years of mountains and rivers, those who have experienced various disasters and tasted various tastes will be more lively and clean. Zhang Ailing said. It is better to bear the pain in life bravely than to be persistent. I believe that every kind of emotional taste is a spiritual gift given by God to mankind, to thank everyone who has been in life and all our emotional mistakes. It turns out that a cup of tea on the table is a place where the soul can rest and inhabit. The idle wind outside the window changes with the temperature, the pot is clean and fragrant, and your taste relieves my inner suffering. In this way, the cup of tea I once missed in my hand finally turned into a silent sentence: he is not my cup of tea.