Tea, this ancient and magical beverage, carries boundless charm and depth.
Through my affinity with tea, I gradually grew to love drinking it after initially being involved in its production. Over time, this became a habit that I could not easily part with, nurturing a unique sentiment towards tea. Within the plain cup of tea lies an aroma that seems to penetrate one's very core; its distinctive fragrance threads its way into the depths of one's soul. On quiet nights, gently brewing a cup of tea, I watch as the transparent liquid transforms into an amber hue, observing the dried, curled leaves slowly unfurl in the Water as if reborn, gradually becoming plump and smooth, revealing a fresh green hue once again. This process evokes a sense of rebirth, a revival and awakening of emotions.
I have a particular fondness for tea. In my eyes, the subtle shade of fresh green is far more charming than the bustling, colorful world. I appreciate the gentle sensation, temporarily stepping away from the noisy crowd, walking briskly, confident and carefree. Bathing alone in sunlight or sitting quietly under moonlight, unbound, self-reliant, and without restraint, my thoughts take flight like wings, soaring higher and farther into the endless distance.
In the still of the night, with a tranquil heart, listening to the soft whispers of the moon, inhaling the faint scent of tea, I find that loneliness can be beautiful. The wind blows gently, carrying a hint of haziness, and listening to a serene guqin melody, a faint sorrow fills my heart. Night is quiet, the melody profound, the tea elegant, the wind light, the moon bright, the person entranced, the heart lost! This is the enchanting state of mind created by Drinking Tea, so penetrating and captivating, making it hard to break free.
I love drinking tea. When weary steps grow tired of the world's noise, and when an indulgent heart returns to peace after experiencing the rise and fall of life, I put aside the storms of time, sketching out moods unrelated to the passage of seasons, gently caressing them. The tea in my hand cools, the breeze outside continues to blow gently, clouds still drift across the sky, and the moon still casts its soft glow, music passing through my heart, stirring my soul. Perhaps such a melody marks the end, yet it is also the beginning of something new.
I love drinking tea, even fantasizing about being like tea, transforming into a clear stream, diffusing a subtle fragrance, traversing the tunnel of time, enacting change and transition. Savoring piece by piece the stories sealed within the years, slowly metamorphosing into a crystal-clear amber Flower. I am willing to lose myself in the sparse dreams created by tea, forgetting the city's clamor, the loneliness that follows prosperity, minute by minute unfolding my life, blossoming with the Beauty of a lilac.
Drinking tea is a form of cultivation and a reflection on life. Amidst the lingering scent of tea, our minds become peaceful, our thoughts clear. We find our own haven of tranquility amidst the complexities of the world, listening to the voice within, seeking our true selves. Every cup of tea tells a story, and each tasting is a journey of the soul.
Tea is like a key that opens the Door to peace and beauty deep within us. It allows us to pause in our busy lives and feel the delicacy and tenderness. It teaches us to cherish every moment, approaching life's details with gratitude. Whether sharing joyful times with friends or moments of solitude in contemplation, tea accompanies us, offering warmth and comfort.
In the realm of tea, there is no clamor or restlessness, only serenity and calm. Let us indulge in the aroma of tea, nourishing our souls, allowing our lives to bloom with greater brilliance. Let us walk alongside tea through every journey of life, leaving unique imprints in the river of time. The graceful charm of tea, the stillness of the years, let us continue to seek endless beauty and possibility in its aroma.