The heart is very tired, and sit with a cup of light tea between the dust and the disturbance. At this moment, perhaps it is better to drink wine, and I can not drink, can not taste the drunken state of Prajna soup, can only drink tea alone.
Elegant and secluded, casual, brew a cup of tea, see the noise slowly hidden in the smoke, indeed wonderful meaning. I look at this cup of tea affectionately. This cup of tea for me is the violin and singing confidant, he sat quietly, not a word, only in the water and air by the low singing, but it is the best exchange.
Tea dry and not dry, like a good life, half sleep half awake, there are a number of many many many Hu. A pour of boiling water such as the flame of the formula, hot wake up dry leaves, boiling, precipitation above, then the moisture of youth, under the touch of love gradually flashed, revealing the quality of sweet fragrance; Water is the soul of tea, remove the turnip, wash out the barge, wash away the bleak in the hot oath, cut down the complicated. The leisurely green wave is slightly stirring, and the tea is shining brightly on the leaves, like friends who know each other, and gently probing each other’s thoughts with careful eyes and eyes.
The tea ware is like bone and meat, the tea ware is bone, and the tea is meat. Not only do utensils used for tea differ, but people also need to use tea utensils that differ. Could it be that the cup sitting opposite me was the “old Jun Mei” that Miaoyu invited Baochai and Daiyu to eat? Or the plum blossom snow she collected five years ago? If it is not the white cover bowl filled by the official kiln, not the single five-colored small cap bell for the kiln of Jia mother, nor the “green jade bucket” that drinks with Baoyu, how can it be so drunk and messed with the dust heart?
A cup of light tea, floating and sinking, is a Zen platform, a temple of six. My body covered with holy halo, heart and lungs and limbs lying in the arms of the forest canyon perching, those helpless doubts, are thrown to the clouds above, bathing the baptism of blue sea and blue sky. How strange, what is tea? Grass, wood and man are three and one. In the core of the plant to understand the philosophy of life, the ups and downs of the blueprint life can be so small, so light, thrown in the full can hold the tea set.
What a joy to meet you. Three knives and two guns on the leaf, sinking three or two flowers. Jasmine, honeysuckle, chrysanthemum… White and fragrant, like butterfly dance, like colorful hell. Their devotion to love has been turned around and tested. Water light flower, cold and sweet, he accompanied a, pour out the essence of a body. The soup quenched the fire, to show the beauty, she is like the guardian of pure purity, until the breath still exists.
The silence between you and me, a world apart. In life, difficulties and loneliness always follow each other. However, when we turn them into nectar to nourish the soul, the taste will diverge. This cup of light tea, dense with filaments of water vapor, evaporates continuously fragrance. My thoughts along the transparent and deep vein, walk safely; My breath stretches in the light and shadow of life, feeling a comfort and peace that I have never had before.
Tea brings together the beauty of landscape and the essence of the sun and moon. A leaf tea, from the mountains, can glimpse a vein of mountains and rivers; A cup of tea, from the original good, can cultivate all kinds of temperament. Light tea in hand, fragrance filled the room, the product is bodhi, drink is the real taste. “Eat tea”, the world can make people smile, only tea.
