△ Xizi
In this quiet night, the light rain outside the window is like nature playing a soft and beautiful piano, and the mood is so idyllic at the moment. So I got up and brewed a cup of osmanthus tea and put it on the bedside, enjoying this wonderful time alone!
A few years ago, I planted a osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and every year around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the branches will be full of flower buds, and the courtyard is full of incense every day, and the smell is really ten miles of fragrance! So I picked some this year and made a bottle of honey osmanthus tea.
The clouds are clear and the sky is blue, and the breeze is born from the cinnamon fragrance! It really responds to this poem by the Ming Dynasty poet Qu You. The faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the cup floated through the whole room, making people smell refreshing, and the petals in the cup that were like rice grains, three in a group, five in a clump, huddled together, some floating on it, some sinking at the bottom of the cup, and merging with the pale yellow honey water. A gentle taste, the taste with a hint of sweetness, but also with the fragrance of honey, instantly the taste rippled in the heart. Truly appreciate a word, the taste of tea can not be thirsty, the drinker knows its taste!
At this time, I really want to plant the small courtyard with osmanthus trees, so that this small courtyard is full of the aroma of osmanthus flowers, wait until the next year to make more honey osmanthus tea, and taste this nostalgic fragrance with my close friends!