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The Taste of Tea (Prose)

The Taste of Tea (Prose)

(i)

  Hours of memories of tea stay at the playmate's house. I remember when I was seven or eight years old, boys and girls played on the street except for school time. All kinds of play, pushing iron rings, jumping leather bands, throwing sandbags, as well as climbing trees, going up walls. It is estimated that today's children can't play the latter two!

  Regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter, after playing, I always sweat and thirst. At this time, there is a good place to go, that is, Chun Ni's house. Spring, at home, is called Nell. The friends entered her house in three steps and two steps, and then went straight to the kitchen, doing it themselves one by one, and each of them would pour a cup of water, and the tea was not cold or hot, just in the entrance. The teapot on the stove of Chun Ni's house is always filled with water at any time, and now I think back to the ordinary jasmine tea is still so sweet.

  Uncle Chen always said at this time, drink slowly, drink slowly. Uncle Chen, Chun Ni's father. A kind and gentle person, not impatient on weekdays, but also very clean and careful, the home is always wiped spotless by him. At that time, coal was used for cooking water, a large iron pot sat on the stove, and the stove was also wiped by Uncle Chen. I still like to touch the slippery stove after drinking water, and I still remember that feeling. The white porcelain teapot, on the mouth of the pot is a fluorescent lamp-adjusted shell, covered with silver sparkle. Uncle Chen said that it was so clean that it did not enter the dust.

  The white teapot is filled with tea all day long, and it is also full of Uncle Chen's love.

(ii)

  The tea drunk in middle age is a variety of teas, all kinds of tea.

  In terms of varieties, drink more green tea in summer and autumn, and drink more black tea in winter and spring. Some bought by themselves, and some sent by friends. The number of Taiwanese frozen teas that I have ever drunk to my taste is that I drink a little raw at first, and the more I drink it, the more I love it. Just like when you first meet a person, its appearance is not proud, did not expect, chat up to the fate, the more you talk about the hotter, see each other late.

  The most lively tea is the tea of the tea art performance. The tea artist wears Chinese costumes, falls together, the bowl is flipped in his hand, turning the cup, toasting the tea, smelling the incense, dividing the tea like a line of clouds and flowing water, and the tea is finished in the flow of the eyes, and the tea has been poured in the cup. Watching its smooth and graceful movements, the viewer is intoxicated and unconsciously forgets to drink tea. Sip a cup of tea and feel the fragrance full of flavor. Gently swallow, from the throat to the stomach, to every pore of the whole body is opened, the body and mind are comfortable.

  The second tea is the sweetest and most mellow, thick and powerful. Like a chivalrous warrior with profound skills, every move has been perfected.

  The intensity of the three teas is inferior, more like the feminine young woman in the spring, not only beautiful, but also quite understanding.

  People who love tea drink it when they are happy and drink it even more when they are troubled. Drink alone and drink together from time to time. After breakfast, wash the cup carefully, and countless practices have concluded that toothpaste is the best washing product. Gently wipe, the slim spout with a cotton swab to clean, running water through, clean and traceless. Boil the cup with boiling water before starting to make tea. The process of cleaning every day is the process of purifying the heart and sorting out the mood, which is another reason why I fall in love with tea.

  The tea in the evening is mostly related to the text, holding a book, sipping a sip of tea, and I can't tell who has more taste, love books and love tea, time stops here, freezes.

The Taste of Tea (Prose)

  About the Author:

  Fu Chao, who loves to read, learned to write in 2007, and his works have been published in newspapers and magazines such as Qilu Evening News and Contemporary Miners. Record the bits and pieces of life with words, share happiness, and witness footprints.