500-word explanatory essay part 1: Taste life

Spring is the word of the bird, the word is the thought of love, but you have not felt the meaning in it, and in the days of knowing each other, without your bitterness, that is the inner thought of you.

Bright sunshine, beautiful melodies, light poetry, and you, a pot of tea, feel that it has not been so leisurely sitting down for a long time.

Picking up the purple sand pot that has been precipitated for a long time today, I have a feeling that I have been missing for a long time. A good cup of tea is a lifetime, to taste slowly, carefully taste... I prefer green tea, and I like the taste of the hairy tip the most, and the biluochun. Because of that fragrance, it can fill the whole house and immerse you in that wonderland.

To make tea, I prefer to use a transparent glass, although there is no inheritance of the purple sand pot, but you can slowly watch the process of tea and water integration: green buds into the cup, clear boiling water into the cup, young buds in the water undulating, become larger, tea also gradually become green, at this time you can not tell whether it is washed tea, or tea moist water. Maybe into the cup is one, her beauty, her good, only between the lips and teeth to have a new feeling, sip is wonderful, smell is fragrant.

When drinking tea, I like to turn over old books, always feel that the yellowed paper has the traces of age, and occasionally see the folded book corner in the lower right corner, I can faintly find the traces of the heart at that time. Page by page, it seems to go back in time. Years later, I still like the prose of Zhu Ziqing and Zhou Zuoren, which is beautiful and long; Like the poems of Xu Zhimo and Dai Wangshu, the rhyme is beautiful but deep; I like qian Zhongshu's siege of the city, like Shen Congwen's border city, and I yearn for a kind of calm and tranquility in my heart.

Tea tasting is a kind of leisure and calmness, reading is a kind of experience and experience, and listening to songs is a kind of pleasure and touching. A gentle thought caresses the mind, then takes a small sip of tea. Maybe this scene is a word, such a slow reason. Maybe. Because this process is not thin, some are just a faint clear heart.

Tea is bitter tea aroma, tasting requires patience, it takes effort. The first cup, perhaps from the tip of the tongue to the bitterness of the base of the tongue; But the second cup that gives you back is the wetness, the warmth from the throat to the stomach. Even the back of the mellow, light... It seems that just like life, several twists and turns, several struggles, and finally calm.

Someone once said: The rainbow is the patience after the rain.

Life, like this, has a storm, but also a wind and a sun. To taste life is to find a quiet from the wind and rain, and to seek a heart of upward struggle from the wind and the sun.

Feel the tea ceremony and taste life.