Waiting for you in July in the tea beautiful article
Do not know the tea ceremony, occasionally drink tea, like Iron Goddess of Mercy of the mellow introverted, like Pu'er gentle and steady, also like Longjing fragrance and fresh. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new one, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on a new one. Then, a seat of tea, a period of time, cut an inch of time, painting a land of moonlight, and then let the fire, burning in the bottom of the heart. I will remember those tea words, that tea heart, that wisp of curling tea smoke. Some tea, meet not early but at first sight. Encounter time is not long, but always occupy the bottom of the heart. As if rooted on the ground, stubbornly lush.
Pan-fried tea in fresh water, new green, is the water gave tea a second life, from the top of the tea tree, a touch of green, lovingly into the tea canisters of a lifetime of old age, and then reborn in the rolling water, pieces of new green, dancing in the water, bloom.
The evening breeze is refreshing, a wisp of petal rain, swaying out of the faint fragrance, hold a cup of tea, looking through the window, a few lamps, falling full of acacia windows. The July flower thing is not yet over, who is gazing at the night, any bosom tenderness in the tea dance? The beauty of a reddish color, intoxicated with a paper appendage of who? All the prayers, bloom into a fresh and fragrant flower dew, wind and moon love long, clothes I dress.
The day, has been shallow, no waves, but also not too much feeling. Looking back, a piece of green, a flower red, as if to say, whether it is love or reunion, is a wonderful warm place. I just want to sit here quietly, write a small note, I think, you can also be separated from the distance of the end of the world, read my heart, I have been in this quiet courtyard, smell the flowers, listen to the birds, waiting for a person to play the high mountains and flowing water. Keeping a side of quiet, only for the first time to see the heart, no matter watch or expect, you always so silent in my heart.
The moon is hazy, the tree shadow, the wind ran in from the screen window, blowing away the day's boredom, a person in silence, what do not want to say, read half a page of words, did not read out a meaning to, perhaps at this time the heart is not in the text. Give yourself a cup of tea, the water is boiling, the heart is quiet, look at the Tieguanyin curled leaves in the hot water under the bubble slowly stretch to open, gently sip on a mouthful, a hint of light bitterness into the bottom of the heart?
The night is cool, the stars are not light, sitting quietly in front of the window, poetic thoughts are in this green tea, light tea smoke curls, if any, a wisp of dark fragrance floating. I like to enjoy the cool time alone, at this moment, the time is peaceful, the heart to warm peacefully. Zen tea a flavor, the heart left a fragrance. In fact, tea and I have unspeakable destiny, tea, drink is the state of mind, tasting is life, and, that a tea waiting for the person. Occasionally, will choose the right time, quiet mind to taste tea, love with water, tea needs to be quiet, let us turn the heart into a pot of tea, inclusive of all flavors, spit out the old and new.
The age of the poem is not all of Jiangnan's tiles and walls, the time is not finished singing Yanbei's long days of autumn water. The summer like smoke, a long way from the water, separated by a distance of water, so that waiting for poetry. Vaguely, who is murmuring in the ear, gently, cut a section of white time, cut a ray of moonlight, give the heart a piece of bright. The companionship of the heart, is a tacit understanding, an undeclared induction, without words, strands of sentiment, pulse flow in each other that clear heart stream. That kind of feeling, such as a wisp of soft wind, if a cup of tea, moisturizing the time of the wind and rain. I just want to think of you in this way, the beautiful sentiment embroidered in the days of the moon and the wind is light.
July is not yet over, see the wisteria in the monsoon crazy growth, instantly filled with the secluded corridor. In this shallow time, just want to have a calm and peaceful life, sitting quietly, watching the sun through the vines, dappled shadow fell on my floral skirt, sipping tea, writing, listening to the wind, thinking of a person. With the time to drink, with thoughts ink ink, with the heart to do the paper, will be in the light of the beauty of the landscape, write to yourself, but also to write to the heart of the person, but I hope, this a warm feelings, not to be ashamed of the Shaohua, in the long river of life forever.
When the year is far away, the youthful face is no longer, powerless to talk to the flowers and grasses outside the window, and at that time, sitting alone in the dusk of the dream, listening to the wind blowing up the bright melody, the people at that time, then the scene, is still a good thing warmly stored in the heart.
The years are like water, light without leaving traces, that skeleton carved in the depths of time, the depth of love, in the memory of the door always flooded the faint thought, let the cold liquid wet brow, in the silent watch warmed the flow of years. The flower thing three thousand, never ask the cause and effect of the reason, only in that feeling to tell the heart. The story of the low-eyebrow, never think about the length of the sadness and happiness, only in the heart of the silent ties. I think, life is an endless waiting, waiting for the spring wind green Beichuan, waiting for the summer lotus red south shore, waiting for you, green lamps with the company, the flowers fell by the side of the water?
The beautiful prose about tea
That year, the talented Hulan Cheng and the talented Zhang Eileen concluded a marriage contract, a marriage of pearls, the form is a bit haphazard. She dipped her pen in ink and wrote: Hulan Cheng Zhang Eileen signed for life as a couple? He took the pen to add: I wish to make the years quiet and peaceful in this world. After that, he went to Wuhan, where he met the nurse Xiao Zhou. At dusk, on the banks of the Han River, the pair walked side by side, you and me. Then later, he went to Wenzhou, next to the woman is Xiumei, a reading, an embroidery, the look of the moon and flowers. And she, in Shanghai, to him, no day without thinking.
She crossed the water to go to the countryside of Wenzhou to find him. People on the ferry, look at the water and sky, there are roads and bridges in the Jiangnan scenery, she felt happy and friendly, just because, here there is his breath. The short stay, more heartache than joy.
Is he too naive, or she is too spoiled him? He thought that if she loved him, she would love everything about him, even the other women he loved. Is there such a thing in the world?!!! And she thought that he should not hesitate to choose her as a talented woman. Only unexpectedly, he does not choose! He is a sister good, sister or not. In the eyes of men, a talented woman is a false title. Sigh, talented women only know how to dance words, but do not know how to recognize people. Literati love story is like the mouth of the opera singer, around the beam of three days of beautiful, but, can not be trusted, more can not be long believe. This room has just said a small soft words, turn around that room and people ear sideburns. I'm afraid to cool my sister, and I'm afraid of cold sister, polyamorous to promiscuous, promiscuous to merciless.
A moment of brain fever, love is just, how can easily get out of it! She didn't understand. 40's such a chaotic world, many people are cautious to close the pen, hiding in the dark, but she is unique, to catch the chaotic world became famous. Because of his writing, he visited her and she knew him. She said, "When she met him, she became very, very low, low to the dust, but her heart was joyful, and flowers blossomed from the dust. Also because of that chaos, he hid in the countryside of Wenzhou, after his last meeting back in Shanghai, she moved, and sent him a letter: I no longer like you. You are long disliked me? You do not come to find me, even if you write a letter, I do not read it! I don't like you anymore? I don't like you anymore? I don't like you anymore, like a night of flowers as bleak and sharp, not half a bit of mud.
But I see her, her love, more like a cup of tea. She is in love with tea, so much so that her characters, or sad or happy love, have a little associated with tea. In Love in a Fallen City, Fan Liu Yuan invites Liu Baisu to dine at a Shanghai restaurant in Hong Kong for the first time. After the meal, Fan Liu Yuan drinks the rest of the tea in the glass cup, and then looks at the bottom of the cup to see a piece of residual tea, which is actually like a luxuriant forest. The green tea leaves were sticking to the glass wall, slanting horizontally and horizontally, like green bananas. The tea leaves mixed in the bottom of the cup are like the creeping grasses and weeds at the end of the knee. Facing a piece of light, with the heart to see, a piece of residue also see the beauty. A pair of shrewd and selfish vulgar man and woman, in a time of war and turmoil, in a city that is tumbling down, but also for a moment to feel the ordinary couple of that little bit of heart. Bleak. Like a bit of starlight in the dark night, calling people to see a bit of light color, but also more see the dark night of the thick and deep.
And she herself, the woman who loves tea writing tea? Chaos for the pot, that he is the boiling water to cook her. She is in the boiling stretch, color, spit incense; then, people go, tea cool, incense with the evening wind died.
Prose describing tea: a cup of tea triggered thinking
Whether Chinese or foreigners, to change their own inherent concepts, out of their comfort zone to try new things, is not an easy thing.
Recently, the new tea is on the market, and I received a customized spring tea from Bamboo Leaf Green not long ago, so I brought it to the office for my colleagues to try. A few foreigners gathered around to watch the whole process of my tea brewing, and looked at the tea buds standing up in the cups, all of them made a tsk tsk sound of amazement. I told them that watching tea is as important a part of the Chinese tea culture as tasting the aroma in red wine.
But when I brought them the brewed tea and asked them to taste it, they hesitantly took it and sniffed it again and again, but they didn't dare to open their mouths to drink it. Because in their cognition, tea should be tea powder, tea bags.
The cup of water in front of me, full of mysterious and magical oriental flavor, the beauty is beautiful, but really want to swallow the stomach, but a little reluctant.
I insisted again and again, told them to drink green tea is the pursuit of freshness, the Chinese like to use the freshest tea every spring to entertain friends, so-called ? The new tea old friends?
Out of politeness, they took a few sips and put it aside. At the end of the day, everyone still has a full cup of tea on their desk.
For me, it's not easy to be in the ? promoting? This is not the first time that I have suffered such a setback when promoting Chinese culture.
Once I was talking to my colleagues, and a few of them were boasting about their love of Chinese food, and I told them that the Chinese food you were eating was not real Chinese food, it was modified American Chinese food, and no one was eating it in China, so next time I'll take you to eat real Chinese food.
Looking at their faces, I immediately came to energy. The next day at noon, I dragged these people to a very authentic Sichuan restaurant, ordered husband and wife lung slices, garlic paste white meat, boiled fish, back to the pot meat and ants on the tree.
When the dishes on the table, the expression on the faces of my colleagues slowly became surprised. They carefully raised their chopsticks and carefully picked up the dishes and put them into their mouths. Although they kept saying it was delicious out of politeness, their stomachs couldn't lie, and after half an hour of eating, most of the dishes were still full.
I had to order the Zuo Zongtang Chicken and Sesame Beef. I watched with relief and joy as they devoured these two of the most common dishes in American Chinese cuisine, and I cried and laughed in my heart.
In a city like New York, where everyone boasts of their willingness to embrace new things, they exaggerate their love of Chinese food, their love of Korean food, their love of Nepalese food? Love any country's cuisine, even using chopsticks is a basic skill that everyone has mastered. But many people do this just to satisfy their own social vanity. For them, acceptable Chinese food is limited to American Chinese food that has been improved to suit their tastes.
Anyone who has ever been to the United States probably knows what American Chinese food is all about. There are more than 40,000 Chinese restaurants across the United States, more than McDonald's, KFC, and Burger King combined, and they can be found almost everywhere in big cities, and if you drive down the road, even in the most deserted and remote corners of the country, you can see Chinese restaurants standing tenaciously by the side of the road like lighthouses, and most of them are small, family-run restaurants owned by Chinese immigrants. I searched for Chinese Restaurants in the map, and the results were densely packed.
The most famous dish in these Chinese restaurants is the Zuo Zongtang Chicken I mentioned above. The name is actually a misnomer; its real name is General Tso's Chicken, which means ? General Tso's Chicken? General Tso's Chicken means General Tso's Chicken of the Qing Dynasty. The dish is made with large pieces of skinless chicken coated in flour, deep-fried and then topped with a thick sweet and sour sauce, which has a sour and sweet flavor and tastes a bit like sweet and sour pork. There's also sesame chicken and tangerine chicken, both with similar flavors.
The most common side dish in American Chinese food is broccoli, and the meats are usually chicken and beef, which gave birth to two other American Chinese dishes: broccoli stir-fry with beef and broccoli stir-fry with chicken. Here with ? Stir-fry? A little inappropriate, because the so-called fried, in fact, is nothing more than the meat cooked pour some soup, as for the broccoli, it follows the American custom, almost raw.
There are also combinations of chicken, beef, and shrimp with a few other vegetables, but nothing more than peppers, peas, and mushrooms. All of these dishes taste pretty much the same, too.
Americans don't eat much pork, so there is almost no pork in Chinese restaurants, although some of them do serve barbecued pork, which of course tastes nothing like Chinese barbecued pork.
There is also a famous dish, hibiscus eggs, which is a mix of eggs and vegetables deep-fried, and depending on the customer's taste will be added beef, chicken or shrimp, and comes with a thick sauce that you do not know how to get out of the dipping sauce to eat. The taste of this dish varies greatly from restaurant to restaurant, the main difference lies in the sauce, some restaurants make the sauce flavor is quite good, although the taste is strange, but quite delicious.
The sticky eggdrop soup, which is thickened with a lot of cornstarch, and the hot-and-sour soup are also very common.
After eating Chinese food, Americans also have a very important tradition, when the checkout clerk will give everyone a sign language cake, made with eggs and flour, tastes a little like an omelet. When you open it, there is a small note hidden inside, with an inspirational sentence written on one side? Chicken Soup for the Soul? and a lucky number, while the other side would have a Chinese word with an English explanation. No one knows how the sign language pancake, which is completely nonexistent in China, originated in the United States, but it's safe to assume that whoever came up with the idea decades ago was a genius, as the little trick was instrumental in popularizing early American Chinese food.
These little Chinese restaurants have no relation to each other, but each one looks so similar that it's like a chain restaurant, with almost the same storefront, the same style of light-box signage, and a highly repetitive name.
The menus all look alike, too.
Even the takeout boxes are almost identical, as you often see in American TV shows.
In a sense, the tens of thousands of Chinese restaurants in the United States are the American version of Sha Xian snacks? Positioned at the low end, inexpensive, extremely open, uniform style, and all singing a loyal hymn.
The highly accepted American Sha Xian snacks are fast food, not the orthodoxy of Chinese cuisine. Tea, which has an important place in Chinese food culture, is not well accepted in the United States. However, I wouldn't be disappointed to see the barely touched bamboo leaf green left behind by my coworkers. It's a common phenomenon that many tastes are hard to match, not to mention the collision of two food cultures. None of the truly distinctive ones are individualized, but all the extravagant ones take time, such as the new tea that comes only once a year.