The joy of life, nothing more, what life is, no one has ever told me thoroughly and carefully. Rummaging through Sanmao, Xi Murong, Lin Qingxuan's elegance, reading through the profundity of Pushkin, Blok, and Dostoevsky, I still feel that there is a shadow floating in front of me, so I feel that those are all superb and beautiful, but they are too far away from me. Qinghuan years, as always, is the passage of time, quietly, when I am still immersed in the artistic conception of autumn, the winter cold seems to come suddenly, the cold wind wraps me in it, and instantly drives away the warmth drawn from the warm autumn sun, and the cold flows through the limbs and bones. Drink all the flavors of red dust, but float the worldly tea. Tea, mostly from the mountains, the morning to the water to the nectar of the water, the night to the moon dance graceful. He has experienced the vicissitudes of the times and is stained with the smell of red dust. The purpose of tea washing is to better listen and listen to the meaning of tea. Three sips of the word, one sip and one taste of tea, the purpose is just to understand in listening, to understand all the fate of the world, one is to stay pure and stay at the bottom, and the body is light and affectionate.
Life is like tea, tea is like life, tasting tea, tasting is the bitter sweetness of life. Undoubtedly, I am nostalgic for the warm autumn sun, bathed in it, and the tired body and mind can be soothed. Therefore, I am afraid of the cold, after the first snow, the cold current intensifies, and the expected sunshine does not appear, and I stubbornly guard the sunny day to melt the ice in my heart. Now that the warmth of autumn has finally dissipated into the winter cold, it is necessary to hide in the bloated cotton clothes for the winter, and it would be nice to have a stove with a roaring fire. Tea is born in the world, who is a confidant, the years need to be remembered, it needs to be recorded, nothing is good, so use simple words to portray the story of the years, pick up the pen and slow the book, shallow words, reveal the end of the pen, fall on the paper, write into the heart.
Looking back, everything is like a slide gathering and scattering in front of me. Evoke the endless waves in the heart, the big dream is born, all the things that have passed, the feelings that have been experienced, the ups and downs, but under the careful tasting, the joys and sorrows are all in that unspoken. He also bound the years into a book, held it in the palm of his hand, carefully tasted the vicissitudes and loneliness of the years, and then kneaded these vicissitudes and loneliness into powder, put it in a cup, and drank it all. Walking through the rivers and mountains, picking a leaf of tea in sorrow, taking the most beautiful leaf into the mouth, savoring it, with a hint of sweetness in the bitterness, just like the mood at this time. There are still a few leaves in the hand that can be discarded, and the reason why they are left is not because of impulse, but because they cherish and cherish the love that each leaf brings.
Tea is born in the world, who is a confidant, accompanied by only flowing water, just like Boya and Zhongzi period, the same, water is the confidant of tea, tea is telling, water listens silently, and there are people who know the water of tea, and tea will be so fragrant. It is true that the years are cold, lonely and lonely, everyone who walks here must taste the bitterness and suffer from loneliness and loneliness, Bai Luomei said that loneliness can make people's hearts move, this sentence undoubtedly touched the hearts of many people. Watching the emptiness and giving up, seeing the truth directly, abandoning the flashy hypocrisy, and returning to the heart, that kind of loneliness is the most moving, this world is in a dream, and this tea Xiao is really a lonely guest, seeing all the cold and warm, but he has his pride, his perception, only for those who understand to understand to experience.
The smoke and rain are hazy, the tea is secluded between the mountains and rivers, quietly watching the ups and downs, silent and lonely, waiting for someone to listen to his perception and benefit future generations. He doesn't care about the words of others, just silent, Zhengyin does not know fearless, time is the thief of the years, inadvertently, stole our youth, stole those painful years, stole the glaze red luster of the pear blossom wood cabinet, stole the taste of the tea fried by green plums, and when we stopped and looked back, it had already passed the time, and we could not go back to the year in a hurry. That period of green plum past, those cheerful days, and those touching moments were all locked in the old time, engraved into a beautiful memory, and when recalled, it added a few condiments to the boring life.
Tea is born at the end of the world, who is a confidant, willing to be a leaf of tea in the world, and he grows up in the world. Don't listen to the floating and silent words, and wait for the fate to listen. Tea is born in the world, who is a confidant, this is a kind of indifference, but also a realm, I just think about it. Count the time to live a poor life, avoid the hustle and bustle, discard the vanity, sit quietly, ask the years for advice calmly, not arrogant and not angry, indifferently look at those who want to desperately squeeze into the cracks of time, tea is born in the world, who is a confidant, to avoid the time of the slaughter of the people, their youth can not resist the passage of time and lost to the years, all the things that appear in the world are changing, in the laws of nature after the interpretation of their own prosperity, life also tends to end, tea is born in the world, who is a confidant, born like the gorgeous summer flowers, dead like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, the flow of life may be the most worthy of moving。 (Wang Shibin)