A pot of tea
In the name of angels
When you get up in the morning
Get used to making a pot of tea
In the hot air tea fragrant room
Complete the transition from melancholy to refreshment
From morning to dusk
At the beginning of the year
Complete the vision for the new year
From the beginning of the year to the end of the year
It was still in childhood
Often learn from the way my fathers looked
Secretly brew a pot of tea
Place paper on a hot teacup
The heart beats and waits for the tea to cool down
Take a sip
In a mouth full of bitterness to learn adults
Brush your beard and take a long breath
Slowly
I really don't feel that the tea tastes bitter
It really has a beard
Just really after taking a sip of tea
Unconsciously, he let out a long sigh
From infancy to twilight
Son and nephew as a child
He often frolicked around his father who was boiling tea
I also questioned my father doubtfully
Is the tea really that fragrant?
Did you add sugar to the tea?
Father smiled
Taste it for yourself
Then, the child is angry
Flee
Just, later
Both the son and nephew fell in love with tea
Drink from the ancestors to the next generation
It's long gone
Those tyrannical rains and the winds were gone
The fragrance of the tea
It has been drifting faintly
2022-02-19 15:00
