A friend wanted to make a short video about tea and asked me to add a little text to the short video. According to the picture of the video, I filled in a song "Water Dragon Yin, She Township Camellia":
After the spring rain, Qingming, deep in the mountains and beauties. Quiet mountain streams, hills and mountains, organic tea. The mountains are green and the yarn is red, skillfully picked, she is a girl from the township, the green mountains are all over, the fragrant leaves are sprouting, drunk Wuyang, and it becomes a good place.
The ancient road phoenix spreads its wings, the vulgar heart washes, the sunset bell rings, the throat fog is lost, the slow fire is kneaded, and it is full of joy. And bring a tea set, Hanmo Zen room, and tea in front of the waterfall. Three drinks to get its taste, cleanse the sorrow and clear the heart, and enrich the people with one leaf.
For the lyrics, I am a layman, and I think that the picture is the protagonist, and not many people will pay attention to the text, and it is difficult to cope with it. My friend thought that my writing was not popular, and he was afraid that people would not understand it, so he described the picture again in the form of a modern poem:
The bowl of tea in my childhood floated and sank in my grandmother's big bowl of blue and white. Stained with green soup, rippling into a beautiful mountain scenery. I secretly took a sip with my back to my grandmother, and spit it out, the bitterness running from my throat to the bottom of my heart. It's not a life I'm going to drink. I dream of happiness in the rivers and lakes, and the spirit of the sword to ride the wind.
Now this cup of tea is the dust wash of an encounter after I experienced love and hatred. Grandma's big blue and white bowl stirred up the sinking of the precipitated tea flavor when she was young. Following my grandmother's footsteps, I once again walked into the She Township Tea Garden.
Spirits have consumed half of their lives, and many things that should be separated have been separated. Quietly pick up the memories of my youth, quietly make a cup of She Xiang camellia, and knead it on my grandmother's tea set. Wen a furnace of old red mud, draw two wisps of white water waterfall, three young buds rush into the blue and white that is entwined with the annual rings, the blue and white time negative of the tea mist, engraved with the name of grandpa, the shadow of my childhood, and the slight smile of grandma still faintly emerged, obliquely inserting the phoenix head flower that flutters vaguely when making tea.
The short video of a friend uses the picture of a red-clothed woman in ancient costume blowing a flute, and with the sound of a whimpering flute, it connects the tea mountain scenery and cultural scenery of Xuanping She Township, and shows the pictures of She girl picking tea, drying tea, making tea, and tasting tea one by one, with a bright rhythm, beautiful pictures, and unique style. I thought that it was indeed very difficult to describe the picture of more than two minutes in words, and words were the best choice. can also add more watchable content to the short video, and in the final draft, I still chose the words of "Water Dragon Yin" into the picture.
Writing these words reminds me of tea and wine in my life. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, hops and tea, the ancients said that there were eight elegant things, and they naturally didn't know what elegance was in the poor countryside. Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry belong to the distant place behind the livelihood and are the spiritual civilization; wine and tea are real material civilizations, and no one can do without them in daily life, which is as important as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
The tea is a large bowl of blue and white crude hair tea, and the wine is red yeast glutinous rice old wine.
I had a very early experience with wine. When I was a child, I stood in the corner of the square table for dinner, and watched the adults drink during the New Year. My father would dip it gently with a chopstick, and the chopsticks would be stained with this "fairy water". I opened my mouth and pouted hard, and a little sweet, a little strong, or even an indescribable taste, spread throughout my mouth, slid into my throat, and blushed again.
The first time I got drunk was in Wuyi's Garden Hall Lane, the original No. 1 guest house, accounting training before the year-end accounts. With Cheng Wang, Qibiao three people in a room. After a walk around the street after dinner, there was nothing to do, so everyone drank noisily and went outside to buy some peanuts, cooked pig's head meat, and two bottles of Wuyi Daqu. I began to resolutely refrain from drinking, saying that I never drank alcohol. The two looked at each other and laughed, Duan and looked at each other angrily, and one said: "If you are brothers, you must share difficulties and happiness, isn't it just to drink wine, if you don't drink, you will lose your interest." "I didn't dare to offend my brother, the three of them drank evenly, and all three of them were drunk and vomited in the middle of the night. The next morning, the waiter came to clean up, saw the mess all over the place, covered his nose and closed the door, only to feel the smell of wine in his nose, and the stomach of thousands of snakes writhing, like a serious illness has not healed. Later, when several people got together, they often mentioned the embarrassing things that night, saying that they were drunk like a fountain after drinking, and the golden dragon spit water, and they were drunk. Now, Cheng Wang has already jumped to another job, and Qibiao passed away early due to a car accident.
Some people say that wine can relieve worries, and the ancient poem "How to solve worries, only Du Kang" is used to prove it, but I don't think this is necessarily the case. It is better to say that alcohol can relieve worries, but it is better to say that alcohol can hurt people, at least drinking alcohol can weaken people's self-control. Therefore, some people laugh after drinking, some people cry bitterly, and even the usually taciturn people spit out wild words and talk endlessly. As the saying goes, I was the world before I drank, and after I drank, the world was mine. After a few glasses of wine, I felt fluttery and drunk. After waking up, he secretly vowed never to drink alcohol in the future, and a few days later, he relapsed into his old ways, which is really not a long memory.
I think it's the same when I'm drunk, so I hate drinking, but in the rivers and lakes, I can't help myself, I still have to experience all kinds of wine culture on the wine table, or I roll up my sleeves and fight alone, or I encircle and persuade people to drink with kindness, or throw stones into the well and do everything possible to get others drunk. The trembling hand with the red ears and red ears flipped the cup unconsciously and unconsciously the impulse, but he didn't realize it. I really don't know the so-called fun of "half-open flowers and slightly drunk" in "Caigen Tan". How many people can appreciate this thought-provoking realm?
After drinking alcohol for so many years, I don't seem to have an addiction to alcohol, and I don't need to quit, which is also a strange thing. Usually, it's okay to be alone at home, and I don't think of having a drink. I like the state of a friend, you can pour yourself alone, it doesn't matter if the food is good or bad, it doesn't matter if you drink more or less, it doesn't matter if you drink fast or slowly, the important thing is to be able to have enough time and space, take a sip of it, drink in loneliness, and drink with various emotions. The most important thing is that it will not be disturbed by the outside world. Chew your emotions carefully, taste them slowly, melt them into the wine, drink them into your heart, and sublimate them into eternal tranquility. Life is like wine, wine is like life, you should taste it slowly, each wine has its own unique taste.
I admired my grandmother's way of drinking. When the old man was in his eighties, he still worked in the field every day, with unkempt hair, carrying bamboo baskets and hoes on his shoulders. When I got home, I opened the wine bottle, raised my head and drank, not much at a time, just two sips, never too much. It's like refueling the body and replenishing energy, just like drinking cold and white, without a sense of ritual. Caigen in the lower room, whether he works or not, knows that he is the same as Kong Yiji, puts the hat on the counter of Quanqing's store, weighs two taels of peanuts, scoops up the rice wine in the wine jar, leans on the counter obliquely, and eats peanuts, and then tilts his neck, a big bowl of blue and white rice wine, and he doesn't see the Adam's apple moving and falls into his stomach, and wipes the wine beads remaining in the corners of his mouth with his hand, and then looks satisfied. There was no frustration or displeasure on their faces. Their lives are simple, their ideas are simple, and their minds are peaceful. If wine could really pour out sorrow, there would not be so many people in the world who are in sorrow and cannot extricate themselves.
Wine naturally has the beauty of wine, otherwise there would not be so many people who like wine, and if there is no wine at the dinner table, it will seem quiet, deserted, and without atmosphere. I've been drunk many times for this atmosphere, and I've been to the hospital many times for alcohol. In fact, drinking alcohol to a certain level is no different from drinking plain water, and the mood at that time determines that everything you drink tastes good. At this time, the wine does not simply pass through the mouth, but directly into the stomach. The wine melts into the blood, flows into the depths of the soul, dissolves some heavy things in the heart, and the soul is light, and the body feels slowly sublimated and elegant. The tentacles of the mind have become more acute and sober, and the sense has entered another realm, many superficial understandings have been deepened, many one-sided opinions have become objective, and many silent thoughts have suddenly opened up......
Wine tasting is like tasting tea, wine can relieve worries, and tea can relieve hangover.
I drink wine as if it were tea. I don't drink much alcohol now, and I'm afraid I'll hurt myself. changed to drinking tea, naturally it is not the kind of green and white wheat head bowl at home when I was young, nor is it the kind of crude hair tea. I have drunk the green tea of "Jinshan Cuijian", the "She Township Black Tea" of Zhexing Agriculture, the black tea of "Camel Jiulong", the "Dragon Boat Festival Tea" made in the hometown of my hometown, the "Macaque Vine Root Tea" that is packed in a mud pot in summer to quench my thirst, and I have also drunk Tieguanyin, Qimen Red Pao, Lu'an Gua Pian, Anji White Tea, Zhengshan Xiaozhong, and Yunnan Xiao'er.
I like to sit by the window and bring tea to the wind when I feel a faint joy, a faint sadness, or no joy or sorrow. Unscrew the lamp, turn the light to the softest part, and then sip lightly at will. Or after walking the greenway in the evening, two or three friends, make a pot of homemade old white tea, or exquisite black tea, drink lightly, taste shallowly, and chat about some homely things without restraint.
It's not easy to taste the taste of tea. Tea tasting is like wine tasting, wine tasting is like tea tasting. Fortunately, there is a tea master who can ask for advice, and gradually understand a lot, the tea is heavy and peaceful, the charm is long, the soup is colorful, and the aftertaste is sweet. The joy is silent, the taste is tasteless. A cup of tea soup seems ordinary, but it is a harmony of many factors; And to really taste the taste of tea, is a mood that must be tasted all over the world, after going through the world, can you have a mood, with this mood, you can really taste the taste of tea very thoroughly.
I still miss the blue and white bowl of coarse tea when I was a child, the tea strips are not pruned, the natural state of the mountain, the tea trees are high and low, staggered, and do not pay attention to two leaves and one bud, tender as a tongue finch. Put it in the big iron pot to finish, the mist is filled with the sound of fresh leaves in the iron pot, the mist that comes out of the fingers between the rubbing and shaking, and the fragrance of the tea leaves revealed by the friction between the high-temperature iron pots, which is more lush and strong than the aroma of wine, filling the air of the whole village. After roasting with fire, the tea has a strong flavor, after brewing, there is a clear fragrance of tea and a solid bitter taste, and the aroma of tea is much more fragrant than the two leaves and one bud.
It's not so much that I miss the big bowl of blue and white tea, but that I miss my parents. Thinking of the appearance of them picking tea on the mountain, finishing, rolling, and roasting in front of the stove, the apprehension and smile when they took the local tea they made to the supply and marketing cooperatives to sell and the smile when they collected the money. Now, the wheat flower head bowl is still there, but the tea pickers and tea makers have gone to distant places. I can no longer taste the coarse tea made by my parents, only the taste of those tea soups often rises and falls in my heart, and I go up and down with my thoughts.
Life is like wine, life is like tea, and it is slow to cook tea when it is lightly boiled. Late at night, in the sound of the drizzling rain, light a cigarette, make a pot of tea, and watch it slowly restore its old appearance when it stretched into the branches of this world. Time ran non-stop in the sound of rain, and the rising tea gradually blurred his eyes.
I was a little drunk, I don't know if it was because of the wine or because of the tea in front of me.