The back of the tea soup

Source: Xi'an Daily

○ Cao Linyan

Water meets leaves, and culture is born in cups and bowls. The thousand-year-old tea soup, glowing with mysterious light, between people and grass and trees, hook shadows float and float.

Incense, hidden in the thick ointment, is gently opened and blown, shadowed into a milk mist, biting the cup, floating into the lips and teeth, skimming the tip of the tongue, sliding to the throat, and finally entering the deep and vast realm of silence.

In the Spring and Autumn narrative, the sparse stars and moons that are fainted by a bowl of tea soup have experienced the deduction process of red, yellow and white, gray white, green and white, and pure white, and have pushed the tea culture to a climax by ordering tea in the Song Dynasty.

Tea soup is noble and white, pure white is better, when floating, beautiful as a qiong flower; tea foam is not scattered, to bite the cup is better. I have to say that the Song people are elegant, and the tea soup is flowing.

Ordering tea, in addition to the color of the bucket soup and the water marks, the bucket flavor and the bucket incense were also a fashion in the Song Dynasty. Fan Zhongyan once said in "He Zhang Min Engaged in Tea Fighting Song": "Doucha tastes light and daigo, and Doucha is fragrant and thin Lanzhi." "It can be seen that people at that time had already implanted the tea ceremony into the meaning and feathered it.

Drinking tea in the Tang Dynasty was mainly boiled, and although the requirements for tea soup were not as harsh as those of the Song Dynasty, they were also extremely exquisite. For example, the hue, brightness and chroma of tea soup often depend on the skills of tea leaves, tea water, heat, tea sets and cloth tea makers, and the process of tea tasting pays more attention to a sense of ritual of life. It is rumored that tea Saint Lu Yu has the "five patrols and seven bowls" when drinking tea, and he does not know whether it is true or false!

The Tang Dynasty poet Yu Kai wrote the high elegance of "boiling snow to ask the taste of tea, when the wind looks at the goose line", the Song Dynasty poet Xin Abandoned complained about the tranquility of "writing the Tea Classic" to cook fragrant snow", the Yuan Dynasty poet Xie Zongke painted the interesting "night sweeping cold And boiling green dust", the Ming Dynasty poet Gao Qian had the elegance of "tea cooked with snow, the taste is clearer"... It's all "cooking snow and boiling tea".

Regarding drinking tea, the Ming Dynasty's "Xu Wenchang Secret Collection" expounded the most ideal state of tea drinking: "Jingshe, Yunlin, Bamboo Stove, Yuren Yashi, Cold Night Wu Sitting." And a Republic of China "drinking tea" article also has the beauty of "drinking tea under the paper window of the tile house, clear spring green tea, using a plain ceramic tea set, drinking with two or three people, half a day of leisure, can withstand ten years of dust dreams".

The small is hidden in the mountains, and the big is hidden in the city. In a corner of the dou room, it does not matter the nobility of tea, it does not matter whether the tea art is good or bad, nor does it matter the beauty and ugliness of the tea phase, just seek a good mood that dilutes the tranquility. A cup of tea, a person, the sun is just right, and time is walking slowly in the tea. The soup color is bright red, green or turmeric, white, people are between grass and trees, close to nature, loyal to themselves.

First you have to slow down in the tea soup. In this slow time, there is a fragrance, and the incense moves in the soup, like a woman's smile sneaking into the flower bones; in the slow time, there is a scenery, the color is stained in the soup, like a person walking slowly on the mountain vagina; in the slow time there is a warm light, the light shakes in the soup, like the sunset gently swaying on the river beach; in the slow time, there is moist air, and the air fills the soup, like manna gradually refreshing the heart and lungs...

Quiet, follow the trend, in the cup into a lake, slowly along the boundary of time, folded into an arc, staying between the lips and teeth, people closed their eyes, can not say anything, do not want anything, just drink tea, just indulge themselves ...

When the stillness and light are reflected in the soup color of the night, it is like the state of mind of a reader: warm and distant. Sparsely forested distant mountains, freshwater shallow grass. People are far away from worldly disputes, out of the fence of fame and fortune, and in the quiet, "Feng Fei Yu Feng, the relics are independent".

Tea is strong and light, and the mountains are seen in the tea. In the back of the tea soup, there is too much Zen and aesthetics.