Dry old shade tea again
I can't resist the heat of boiling water
Even if you are tired, curled up
Even like the heart of tea foam, dead ash
Be patient though
Tea will relieve the muscles and activate the blood
Although the rolling hour has passed
The green and yellow mouth is still smacking with moisture...
The ears were filled with some flashing sounds again
The nose of the tea leaves is erected, holding its breath
Only one or two pieces are still naughty, suspended from the top of the cup
Yuanna's water vapor is vividly steaming
Fortunately, when you blow through the clouds, you can see the eyes of the mountain
The clear water in his eyes is still rippled