There are too many encounters in life, or passing by or remembering for a lifetime. Every encounter, in fact, is unique. Every time I remember, it is actually a first encounter. I have drunk many teas in my life, or a taste that has gradually become a habit will not change, or a glimpse of the sky for a short time but the aftertaste will remain.
Although the encounter between tea and water is only sooner or later, but just like the encounter of the vast sea of people, why is it not that it is not a passing by that, it is not an encounter that hates the night, but there is no step earlier or one step later, just opposite you?
It doesn't matter who you are for tea, what matters is that you are now in the arms of the water. It doesn't matter who you are waiting for, what matters is that the tea is sinking in the water at the moment. Floating like tea, light fragrance like tea smoke, sinking and floating like dancing water heart clear.
Perhaps whether the water that makes tea was a dewdrop on the tea in the past life, or a trace of moonlight that was unintentionally skimmed over, or a ray of sunset that is reluctant to leave. Whether the tea in this water was a small grass by the water's edge in a previous life or a small stone under the mountain stream. They have also carefully planned the future, and they have also warmed up and cared for each other's warmth to understand the warmth, and they have also had a little awkward chagrin, perhaps vowing not to abandon the past life and this life...
One bite into the throat, like a summer heat, the mountains and rivers are repeated, turn a corner, but see a quiet valley of flowers. Originally it was a collection of various floral fragrances of the rhyme, no wonder the source is not clear. Clear as blue, fragrant as promised, it is really the most unforgettable and surprising of all the green teas that have been drunk.
A small drink of red wine is a petty bourgeoisie, and a green tea is also a meditation. On this day, there is no success, no glory and wealth, and no fashion trends and the wind and water in the workplace that women talk about. Just a simple and quiet day, quietly taste a pot of tea, write a small note, read a few lines of idle books, and accompany the fragrance of flowers in the four seasons. Picking up the fragrance, the joy of enjoying the blossoms, also listening to the sigh of the flowers falling, getting used to the cumbersome tea of Kung Fu, and also pouring out the simplicity of a cup of green tea, not only yearning for the mellowness of black tea, but also surprising the fragrance of green tea. Simple and tranquil, safe and simple, so on, there is no need.