[Qinghai Online Network · Prose] Wait in the tea fragrance

Thinking about it, I don't understand the tea ceremony. The time of drinking coffee is mostly, but I occasionally drink tea. Because of the cold stomach, I can only drink some warm tea. Such tea is not very fate, prefers Pu'er's mild mellow fragrance, and also like Jin Junmei's fragrance. You come, let me cashmeal tea for you, without gorgeous words to be accompanied by deliberate words, gently say "It's a long time". Later, a place of tea was good. For a while, it carried a time to take a light of the moonlight at will, and then let the pottery furnace faintly ignite in the bottom of my heart.

We will all remember that the tea language, the heart of the tea, and the strand of tea cigarettes. Some tea does not necessarily meet early, but they will also feel at first sight. If you do n’t drink for a long time, you have a stubbornness, and you must not be stubborn for a long time.

The fresh water is fried tea, and the new tea is the first exhibition. Some people say that this time the water gave the tea for the second life. From a touch of tender green on the treetops of the tea, it was tired of becoming older in the elegant tea storage tank. Rebirth in boiling water, return to the new green, dance in the water in the water, and bloom.

Occasionally, I also give myself a cup of light tea, lean to sit in front of the window, and put all the accumulated minds, sorrows, and thoughts in all without reservation. Speaking warmth is spreading ...

The sunset is a bit red, the evening breeze is not refreshing, a ray of petals is obliquely glowing and rain, swaying a faint fragrance, and holding a cup of tea in my hand. It is the light color and pattern that I prefer. A few lights are full of Jingya, acacia windows. Who was condensed in the night, Ren Yihuai danced in the tea fragrance? A ray of green beauty, who is drunk? All the prayers bloom into fresh and fragrant dew.

Time has been shallow, there is no ripple, and there are not too many words. Looking back, a piece of new green, a trace of tea charm, as if saying, whether it is parting, reunion or sadness or happiness ... it is a beautiful warmth. And I just want to sit here quietly and edit a small text. Presumably, you, you can also understand my heart words across the horizon and the horn. If you can be alone in the quiet courtyard alone, the kind of quiet courtyard can smell the fragrance of flowers, listen to the birds, and wait for a person to play the mountains and rivers. In any case, the heart is quiet, just to keep one side quiet, just for the first time you see the heart. Whether you watch or hope, the beauty and depression are always silent in the bottom of my heart.

Seeing the window, you still look at the moonlight, the shadow of the tree is still bursting, the wind runs through the window, and quietly blew the annoyance that has been accumulated for a day. Understand, maybe the heart at this time is not in the text.

So make a cup of tea for yourself, the water is boiling, the heart is quiet, and the leaf that looks at the curled rolling slowly opened slowly under the soaking of hot water, gently sip, a touch of bitterness in the bottom of the heart ... Mowing

At night, the stars in the city are always dull. The wind blows, as if running over the annual wheel, sitting quietly in front of the window, the poetic thoughts are in this green tea, the faint tea smoke shame If there is nothing, a strand of dark fragrance floats lightly. Maple leaves (my golden retriever dog) is at my feet, lying very relaxing, as if I also enjoyed my quiet time. This is a cool time. At this moment, time is peaceful, and my heart is peaceful. Towards warm. Zen Tea took a small mouthful, leaving incense.

Think about it, tea has an inexplicable fate. It has a charm of Zen. It is actually a mood to drink. It is a life, and the person waiting in the tea incense. Occasionally, you will also choose the right time, calm down your heart to taste tea, use water tone, tea need to be quiet, and quietly turn your heart into a pot of tea, tolerate Pepsi, and vomit new.

Time can't sigh the pink walls of Jiangnan, and the light of Yanbei cannot be chanted. The years are like smoke, and the mountains are long and long. At the distance of a water, letting wait like a song. You listen, who murmured in your ears, gently, cut a period of elegant time, cut a ray of moon and clean, and give your heart a pure.

The companionship of the soul is a tacit understanding, a sense of indiscriminate mind, no words, no words, a silk emotion, flowing between the clear heart streams flowing with each other. Like a breeze, if a light tea is made, the wind is light and light. I only want to embroidery the beautiful feelings in every frame of light of the moon.

The years are unbelievable, you see that the unknown flower grows crazy in the monsoon, and it instantly permeates the quiet mountains, and at this moment, the mission has been withered. In this clear and peaceful years, I just want to keep this plain and peaceful life, quiet and quiet, watch the sun through every tree leaves, and the shadow of the refutation fell on my cotton and linen's solid color skirt. Jing, Pinya, listening to the wind or thinking. Then go with time with time, use quiet thoughts, use the scent of flowers to make Zhang Sujian, write the colors of time to yourself, and write it to everyone who has a pure heart. The feelings, live up to Shaohua, work hard in the long river of life.

The years are like water, a faint and no trace of traces, the deep affection carved in the depths of time, the door of the memory of the memory will always have a faint thought, let the cold liquid wet the eyebrows, and silently watch the flowing years. The flowers bloom and come to spring and autumn, never ask the cause and effect, just tell the mind in that plain.

All kinds of stories, never think about the length of sadness and joy, and don't say, just talk silently in your heart. Some people say that life is an endless waiting. When the spring breeze is green, the Xiahe reds the south bank, waiting, the flowers are falling by the water ... The time is gentle, the flowers are not complained, and the flowers are still scratching each season. Fragrance, you understand. What can be placed in the heart is infected with the color of the morning light and dew, and grows with the sun and the moon. On the way of time, there will always be some people, which makes people feel heart -having notes; there will always be some things that make people forget sadness. Those time passed, moisturizing life and warming time.

I am accustomed to sitting in a cup of light tea, sitting quietly with time, watching Baiyun hanging on the blue sky, listening to a quiet and elegant oranto, reading a favorite text, planting a lotus in the heart, a faint one, the faint one Species, sunset in the morning, flowers and flowers, all of them are poetic and painted.

Brew the hustle and bustle of the earth into tea, and let the soup fade away, and slowly read the character and charm of tea. Keep a quiet quiet and take a quiet eyes, because of understanding, so compassion. If tea is life, floating and sinking have different artistic conceptions. When this tea is exhausted, some people remember the mellow fragrance.

Yun Chang, the source of the Qinghai people, the Mongolian, likes text, likes to travel, loves dance, pursue the quietness of words, and insists on love for words.

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