Speaking of tea, it seems that there is a faint fragrance, which is rising and stirring, not to mention the fragrance in the room, it can also be said to be full of leisure, the taste, the feeling, is different, transparent and clear. The tea which is honored as the miraculous Oriental leaves, in the land of China, in the history, in the hearts of men, women, old and young people, how many endless elegance should be left, whether it is the spring snow, or the xialimba people, are all the Gu, they are all the life in the continuous time, and all have the charm of time which is hard to describe. When cooking tea and wine, it was not happy. From the top to the cloth, I was already skilled in such a way of hospitality. A cup of tea near the door seems to have become a classic plot. When the host and the guest meet each other, they are full of joy, with thousands of words, and they are still not satisfied. A good cup of tea becomes the moistening of each other’s mood and the opportunity to talk with each other. While talking, I felt a sense of feeling and a mouthful of fragrant tea, which just lubricated my tongue and made me feel uncomfortable. There was also a little taste of landscape and life. However, such leisure feelings, such elegance, such guests are suitable, and the taste of tea is permeated. It seems that there is always some distance from the real days. It is rare that there are several people, it is rare to have such a good mood several times, meeting friends, tasting tea, chatting about the past and lamenting life. In my spare time, it is also very good to boil water, calm the kettle, make a pot of tea, enjoy it slowly and recall it casually. The tea in the water slowly stretches out in the boiling water, just like a woman who has been hiding her bosom boudoir for a long time. She is no longer shy, but shows her face slowly. She has washed away the lead and brilliance, and her face is natural and eye, every time I look at it, there will be a few more associations, as if that is the soul that can speak. After Nirvana, there is still no less glamour and excitement of life, but it leaves more thick, more abundant charm, waiting for destined people, taste slowly, feel carefully, gradually in the deep heart, graceful out of the smell of light and shade; Life taste, like ripples, leisurely, circle by Circle, tap the soul, circle by Circle, endless Miao. At this time, if recalling the old, many plots and fragments related to the experience will be as clear as before and surge in; The characters once existed, the stories once existed, the picture that stretches into this moment is mottled. Every detail and every change is vivid and clearly displayed in front of us. It seems that once you stretch out your hand, you can pick up the warm and cold feelings you once had, heart memory. If you are pregnant with someone, you will feel like you are opposite, raising your hands and gestures, smiling, especially kind, stirring up your inner feelings, which are different and raised one after another, it is indescribable to feel real. The past favor, the lost time, and the emotional ups and downs in my heart are suppressed. At this time, there are staggered, hitting the soul, biting the soul, and dilemma, almost at a loss. The inner taste is no less than the tea in the pot. The color of the soup is bright and lovely, which makes people eager to taste it quickly. Into the throat, it is fragrant and bitter, aftertaste is repeated, and bitter again, a little sweet teasing the taste, can not help but sip, as if to drink those guts completely, I also want to find those indescribable subtleties in the aftertaste. Therefore, people often say that tea is like life, and life is like tea. It is probably because of this. There are joys and sorrows, aftertaste, and endless tastes. More importantly, in the aftertaste, we can have more analogy, more feelings and more sudden enlightenment when looking back. The tea growing on the mountain forest in my hometown left a strong taste of time in my heart when I was young. During the tea picking season, the whole village is permeated with strong tea fragrance. This is from Qingfen in the soil, but also from the breath of villagers in the village. Don’t wait for my father and mother to dry the tea in the pot, then pour it into the teapot happily, and suck the tea fragrance rising with the water vapor beautifully, it was a little impatient to pour a cup of tea, while blowing, tasting the tea in the Cup, and even tasting the tea in the cup in depth without knowing the depth, which made my parents happy. The dense fragrance of tea and the kind smiling face drew a proper outline of the farm life. It was also from then on that time that I knew tea before tomorrow, tea before rain, and the proverb of tea until the beginning of summer. In a word, the tea is tawny, and in my heart, it is just like a root. Only at that time, I didn’t know how big the outside world was, and I didn’t know that there were so many varieties and small leaves of tea that the villagers talked about in my hometown, there will be so many changes. After walking out of the mountain, I realized that the sky is high and the land is vast and boundless. The more experience I have, the longer history of tea culture will be known. Only then can I know that there are many kinds of tea in the vast land, and the taste is unique, each kind has a unique cultural connotation, and each kind has an unusual flavor of mountains and rivers. Although the West Lake Longjing, Dongting Biluochun, Huangshan Maofeng, Dongting silver needle and so on are all famous names, and they are also called many people who love tea. They can’t bear it, but in terms of the taste, I prefer the fried green tea in my hometown, which was made by my parents personally when they were alive. Maybe some complex is beyond the taste of the tea itself. Making a cup of fried green tea like this, while enjoying the fragrance of tea, you can also taste the charm of water and soil, including the human relationship stories growing in the waterproof soil, the past of the wind and objects, and the memories engraved in the heart and sea, no smell can replace it. Although I live in Suzhou city, I receive tea from my hometown every year. I like to make a pot of tea when I am alone and watch the tranquil picture of tea buds slowly stretching in the boiling water. I can see that they are like beautiful women dancing and slowly sinking into the bottom of the Cup, then slowly unfold your face and make an appointment with the person holding the tea cup. There is no need to speak or do something deliberately. Just this cup of tea, these rising dense tea fragrance, it will make people feel warm with infinite thoughts.

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