"If you see a middle-aged man who doesn't like to drink,
Drinking tea alone.
Then he must not be drinking tea,
He drank the tranquility after the prosperity,
Drink the ease of being alone,
Drink is unrestrained and comfortable,
What I drank was an indifferent smile after seeing the world of flowers. ”
This passage reminds me of a friend from afar.
I've known each other for seven or eight years, but I haven't had a chance to meet each other so far.
At that time, I owned a café called Aranjo.
He said he had to come once, come to my café,
Order a cup of coffee and leave and tell me: I've been here.
Later, the café was closed for various reasons.
It was also open for three years from beginning to end, but he didn't wait for him.
He drank tea, sang, wrote poems, practiced calligraphy, played photography...
With a certain sense of coldness.
Once in a chat, I actually learned that he also played with drones,
I was surprised.
He said:
"Am I the kind of ancients in your eyes?
Call me Cheng Gongzi in the future!"
A long time ago, I always liked to talk to him on the phone.
I'm on a journey alone,
On the bus, full of strangers,
We talked about inconsequential words.
His voice, really good, I still remember it.
On the viewing platform at home, there is an oil painting hanging on it,
That's what he painted me,
I sent it from Yunnan and has been hanging for many years.
This in itself is a photo.
Plain clothes, long haired me, standing on the bridge,
Looking at the ancient town of Gongtan in Youyang.
In addition to studying tea, making tea and tasting tea,
He paints and writes poetry, and his calligraphy is also very good.
sent me a painting many years ago,
I took it and framed it.
It still hangs in my living room.
In every solar term,
He writes a few long and short words,
Give that season.
In the middle of the night, I read quietly,
I always think,
What kind of person is behind the screen?
Share his essay:
I've had some superficial conversations with the seasons,
Say what woke me up, that never happened,
The fear at the end of life, the heavy rain that blew away the wind and brought the wind again,
So you don't have to, you don't have to be forced,
You don't have to be at a loss, you don't have to, tell me about it.
You don't have to be the other person anyone expects.
If you meet the past, how to say goodbye, with tears, with silence.
Walking through the mountains, walking through the water, walking through the life of autumn.
Look at the sky, look at the ground, look at the appearance of winter.
2023.11.8.承.立冬.
The years are beautiful, and time is flickering.
One turned around, and the light snow disappeared,
Looking back, the snow suddenly fell.
Glad that in the coldest season, enthusiasm was not buried by the wind and cold,
In the fireworks of the twilight of the year, shallow boiling thin thoughts,
Quietly looking forward to Mo Shangmei, silently praying for spring on the ridge.
There is love in the heart for a long time,
A thought of flowers blooming, fragrant as before,
A thought falls, intoxicated and floating.
Don't ask about the return date, the grass and trees know,
Don't ask the path, the mountains and rivers know.
May the snow fall on the world, and the years will be warm.
2023.12.7.承.大雪
Fold a little cool to the sky,
Don't be in the clothes of autumn
Harvest the dew overnight,
Boil a pot of piping hot tea
Drink clear to the mountains and rivers, and the wind blows all the way
Three cups and two lamps, autumn rises,
People return to the hospital, and the white dew dots the moss
2023.9.8.承.白露.
vaguely remember,
The first time I heard him sing the men's version of "Moonlight in the City",
I've listened to it a dozen times.
One year he sent me a cake of tea,
It is the tea that he picks and makes by himself.
Simple packaging, that tea,
It's called: Jane White.
So you know,
In a small town in Kunming, Yunnan Province,
There was a man named Chengbai,
He's a friend I've never met.