The two ears did not listen to the affairs outside the window, and only tasted the tea of the heart
In the early winter cold night, sitting by the fire, drinking a cup of tea is a pleasure, I tea, although I pay attention to where to use the water to brew, but I think tea must be boiled with the stove water, it is best to work by yourself, put the kettle on the fire, sit on the side and wait quietly, it is also a very comfortable thing. After retirement, I don't listen to things outside the window, only taste the tea of the heart, what must be done every day, early in the morning, put the tea leaves in the cup, flush the water, watch the crumpled tea leaves tumble in the cup, stretch, see the clear cup of water, slowly turn into amber color, I seem to see under the blue sky, a large area of tea mountains, glass-like sunlight, shining on the young men and women picking tea, they labor and maybe still sing the song of tea picking.
That song floated softly and softly, and if nothing reached my ears, I tasted it gently, and the water of the Tsing Yi River under Wawu Mountain was in my chest. Today's tea is still my tea friend came to Leshan some time ago for me, I take a sip gently, the faint but penetrating to the bone marrow fragrance, make me think of my old tea friend, ups and downs for many years, our friendship is like this faint tea fragrance, although faint but long and long.
Two ears do not listen to the things outside the window, only taste the tea of the heart, when the mood is bad, drink a sip of tea, let the faint bitterness spread over the tip of the tongue over the throat, after the bitterness is a faint tea fragrance, a quiet aftertaste of a person, recalling the road that has been coming, recalling those hardships and pains, recalling the person who passed by me, recalling the years lost from between the fingers, bit by bit, I don't know when the wrinkles have quietly climbed up the brows, there is always a trace of melancholy and sweetness in the heart, the wind is rising outside, Scraping through the frozen branches rattled and I sat by the fire, in the house filled with the smell of tea.
In Su Dongpo's pen, he has never been as good as a beautiful person, in Du Fu's pen, reading ten thousand volumes, writing like a god, in Lu You's pen, Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain all night, sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley, from ancient times to the present, poetry and tea ceremony, is an inseparable whole, and then runs through the misty drizzle, it is really how elegant it is, how elegant it is, how much fun it is. Quietly, sitting alone in the room, listening to the rain and watching the rain is a pleasure, lying down and reading is a pleasure, let the lightning and thunder outside the window, we are free to hold hot tea in the house, wander in the ancient Chinese culture of Tang poetry and Song poetry, wander in the novels and essays in foreign masterpieces, so that the spirit and soul are cleansed and sublimated in knowledge.
When I am happy, take a sip of Ya tea, let the clear tea water dilute the excitement, the blood is red, can make people worship passionately, Ya tea is clear, can make people feel calm, drink Ya tea, a sip of tea flows into my veins, so that the red blood becomes clear tea, the impulsive heart gradually calms like water. In order to live in the vast city, I want to pursue innocence and walk alone in the fields after snow. After a long time in the lights and wine, tired in the field, brew a pot of tea, slowly taste a small sip, let the fragrance of tea wash away the dust on your shoulders, and let the sweetness of tea warm the heart that has gradually become indifferent.
Reading in the rainy night, the inner world is quiet, no matter how rain outside the window urges flowers to fall, how lightning and thunder, can not disturb the inner tranquility, all the disturbances in the world, are washed clean by the rain, no distractions, wholeheartedly immersed in the book in the world, a special taste, I can't help but think of the sentence I often said after retirement, both ears do not listen to things outside the window, only taste the heart tea, many times, today's people and the ancients have the same thoughts and realms, the night is the same night, tea is the same tea, Books are the same books, life goes back and forth, and what we have at this moment is the simplest Zen. (Wang Shibin)