The aroma of tea is the most familiar fragrance of the ancients, which is both grounded and calm. It will not disappear with the change of seasons, no matter which season, as long as there are inhabited places, there will always be tea smoke faintly drifting, tea fragrance quietly coming. In the cold and frozen, the lifeless harsh winter, tea, but also a lingering warmth in life, accompanied by ordinary days, let people sincerely feel that everything is so beautiful.
The sunset is sparse in the forest, and the green mountain is my home.
When I returned, I made myself tea in front of the small stove lamp.
——Song Lu you, "Self-Law And Cloud Return"
The sun sets, the trees are sparse in winter, and the crows stop roosting at a few points. If you want to ask where my home is, it's in the middle of that green valley. What's the point of coming back that makes people feel funny? It must have been under the light, in front of the small stove, comfortably boiling tea. Suddenly, tea can bring people endless joy, a wisp of tea smoke drifts away, and the joy in the heart also spreads.
The weather is cold, people can't stand it, it is better to boil tea to warm it, warm the heart and warm the stomach.
The north wind is tight at sunset, and the cold forest is silent.
Whoever talks about the Dharma is really a smallpox.
Oh pen is difficult to post, knock on the bed and make tea.
Zen Pass can be closed early, and there should be few passengers parking.
- Kiyoshi Osu, "Twilight Snow"
In the evening, the north wind whistled, and in the cold woods, even the crows were silent from the cold. Snowflakes are blowing outside, and the monks explaining buddhist scriptures in the temple are as wonderful as falling ceilings. It was so cold that the poet sighed and couldn't help but knock on the seat, or make tea, which could expel the chill. At this time, the temple door should be closed as soon as possible, so as not to disturb the quiet mood of the guests.
Winter quiet, idle to see the snow, boil tea, around the stove, leisurely and comfortable.
Falling wall lamps are broken, and bay window snow flakes are thick.
Boil tea to burn chestnuts, morning and evening to reopen the furnace.
--Don. Li Zhong's "Winter Book Huai Wei Zhen Master"
What is life like in winter? The lights fell, fine and broken, and there were large swathes of snowflakes floating outside the window. The weather is really cold, while boiling tea, while roasting sweet chestnuts, the interest is very high, the coldest morning and evening, it must be sitting around the stove, while warming, while tasting tea, although it is simple, but it has its own deep taste, but also very content.
In winter, snowflakes fall one after another, which is already a beautiful scenery, and boiling tea with snow is even more flavorful.
Mei Xuexuan boiled tea in the snow, and it was even more clear for a while.
Selling the lamb wine at the bottom of the golden tent, Mo said to the Tao family that the party family.
——Ming Dongji, "One of the Three Songs of Snow Boiled Tea"
Collecting snow water to make tea in Mei Xuexuan, I felt very elegant for a while. Compared with drinking lamb wine in a gorgeous tent, don't say anything about the party to the Tao family, there is no right or wrong in the mouth, and naturally you will get plain joy. And boil tea, and drink tea.
Snow water sencha, decoction, not only snow water, not only tea, but a mood, a poetic feeling. No matter how bad the weather is, leisure can not be lost, and the love of life can not be lost.
The night is full of wrath, who drinks lambs at the bottom of the tent.
He ru sat by the stove, and the snow water sencha was highly interested.
——Song Yang Gongyuan, "Snow Ten Songs"
All night the wind roared and the chill was overwhelming. Whose house is the bottom of the tent where people enjoy delicious lamb wine? Drinking alcohol can drive away the cold and can be fun. But in the poet's view, it is better to sit by the fire with wooden blocks and use snow water to make tea, which makes people feel more leisurely and happy.
In winter, if you boil tea with snow water and pay pine leaves, it is really better than thousands of prosperity.
The old party home of the account is sold, and the unknown Qing is in Sencha.
Then they should return and burn the pine leaves, and finely crush the gun flag to boil the snowflakes.
——Song Yao Mian, "Ten Memories of Snow Slopes in the Snow"
The poet lamented that some people he knew in the old days liked to gather in the palatial houses in winter, eating, drinking and having fun. Where do they understand that the real Joy lies in making sencha tea. It is better to go back, collect pine leaves to burn, finely crush the tea leaves, and cook them in clear snow water, so as to live up to the winter. Happiness has no absolute relationship with material things, happiness is self-seeking, contentment can always be happy.
Not only can snow water make tea, but crystal clear ice water is also good.
The stone crack knocked on the ice water, and Ling Han boiled tea by himself.
Mei Chi si leap month, maple far away by spring flowers.
Poor Xi Tian is new and long, and the sideburns have been hua.
Looking for a cottage in the city, he wants to move home at the end of the year.
--Song Xuzhao, "Winter Book Affair with Weng Lingshu"
What are the poets busy with in winter? It's also fun to knock out the ice between the cracks in the stones, draw water, and make tea in the freezing cold weather. The plum blossoms have not bloomed for a long time, reminiscent of this year's leap month. The maple leaves in the distance are bright red, which makes people mistaken for spring flowers. Living in poverty, when he saw tanaka's newly haired seedlings, he couldn't help but rejoice, chanting poems in his spare time, and sighing at the gray sideburns. The poet wanted to find a hut in the city and moved at the end of the year. The taste of life is in this pot of clear tea, and you have to taste it well.
In the aroma of tea, there is freedom.
The snow liquid is clear and sweet, and it is cooked and fried with the tea stove.
If you don't care about anything, you won't live on earth for a hundred years.
--Song Luyou, "Sencha After Snow"
After the snow, the snow turned into water, clear and clear, and the well water rose. The poet was in a good mood and took the tea stove and boiled tea by the well. At this time, there is nothing in the heart, there is nothing to care about, there is nothing to worry about, no worries, so as not to waste a hundred years in the world. Life is short, so much to do!
In the aroma of tea, there is contentment.
When the tea is boiling in the middle of the night, it is the cold window Bamboo Xueming.
Gande lonely can grow old, and his heart should be peaceful throughout his life.
——Tang Shikong tu, "Five Of the Five Even Poems"
Late at night to boil tea, the sound of tea boiling will startle the poet, outside the cold, snowflakes fluttering in the bamboo forest, the windows are reflected brightly. Willing to keep lonely until old age, there is nothing to complain about in life. A good mindset is important.
In the fragrance of tea, there is also worldly happiness.
After falling asleep, frequently stretch when you get up late.
The stove is early, and the cold mirror is late.
Melt the snow to fry the tea, and cook the chyme.
Lazy and self-conscious, happy also knows.
The wine is warm and non-toxic, and the sound of the piano is not sad.
Rong Gong Sanle, still get a little boy.
- Don Bai Juyi, "Late Rise"
It was so cold that I slept a good night's sleep in the morning. Finally get up, quickly start a fire, and then slowly get dressed. Melt the snow and use it to boil fragrant tea and mix ghee to boil the milk paste. Lazy and hungry, even laughing at themselves, but who knows such happiness! Drink warm wine and listen to the gentle and unapologetic sound of the piano. Winter is really friendly, and in addition to these joys, you can also tease children, which is perfect. Poetic beauty, worldly pleasure, blending in with each other, more mutually reinforcing.
In the aroma of tea, there is a simple family affection.
Night window father and son sencha, a little green light cold knot flowers.
There are no barking dogs in the village, and there are crows in the garden.
--Song LuYou, "Early Winter Miscellaneous Songs"
Under the window at night, father and son make tea together, without too many words, but also with tacit understanding. The dim candle flames lit up and flickered. The village is peaceful, no thieves and robbers, no barking dogs. The moonlight shrouded the woods, and there were a few crows. Needless to say, in the melodious aroma of tea, it is a warm affection.
In the aroma of tea, there is a friendship of sympathy.
Cold night guests come to tea as wine, bamboo stove soup boiling fire first red.
Usually the same window before the month, only plum blossoms are different.
- Song Dulei, "Cold Night"
On cold winter nights, there are guests who visit and use tea as wine to entertain friends. Sitting around the stove, the charcoal fire of the stove is red and the tea soup is boiling. The moon outside the window is the same as usual, the difference is that a few plum blossoms bloom, and the dark fragrance floats, which really makes people feel beautiful. Spending a beautiful day with friends, talking about the heavens and the earth in the fragrance of plums and tea, how comfortable, like a fairy career!
What's the big deal about winter? That wisp of pale white tea smoke, that burst of warm and light aroma, the winter cold is expelled far away, the ancients in bad weather, while boiling tea, while enjoying a plain but not lack of beautiful details of life, the heart is always content and happy. Let us today, too, envy. A light of tea, but the aftertaste is long. In the winter, in the fragrance of tea, subtraction is done, and the spring intention is gradually clear in the thin smoke. Time, on the other hand, is deep.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.