Reading in primary school is a mess. As long as it suits the taste, you will pick up and read all kinds of books. It is another thing to understand what it means, that is, you like to read and enjoy it, and sometimes you can’t even care about food. It is not that I have never been teased, but also because of this, I opened a brand new door in my young heart. Later, I was fond of literature, even obsessed with it, it also stems from the love that I have developed since I was a child and read group books. Although I read carefully, read carefully, know little, and know little about it, it is much better to know something than to know nothing. Many chapters and novels, public cases and legends, including many profound words and poems, I have read it roughly. The current Foundation has a lot to do with the books I have read. When living in the countryside, the fragrance of new tea every year will rise in my heart with countless graceful and graceful feelings. Listening to the sweet and crisp folk songs of tea picking, I will look at my daughter’s smiling face like flowers, after sucking the lingering fragrance in every yard and sipping the fragrant tea in the Cup, there are indeed more pleasant villages in my heart, and naturally there are many unique flavors among villages. Moreover, these pleasant and self-contented flavors will leave indelible marks in the hearts of every native man and woman. But at that time, I didn’t know Lu Yu, the Tea Sutra, the tawny tea flavor flowing from the villagers and their parents’ fingers, which had been soaked in the ink color and mellow fragrance of words, I don’t know that the fragrance from the soil every year has already mixed with the smell of time, so in the burning fire and the moisture of spring water, it gives off such intoxicating breath and immerse into the bones, enter every crack of the soul. It was many years later when I got in touch with the Tea Sutra and read the Xiu Shi Lu Yu in the depth of time. Walking out of the mountains, the world in front of us is no longer the narrow sky surrounded by the surrounding mountains, nor the simplicity and peace of living on the mountains. Many Humanistic Customs come one after another, when you are too busy to see, every color and taste will breed unusual charm in your heart. Of course, it includes extensive and profound tea culture and a variety of tea with different tastes. At that time, it was natural to have an appointment with Lu Yu to enter into his heart, or to let him sting into his heart and read the tea Sutra with him. Lu Yu, a thousand years ago, described the tea fragrance, tea color, regional flavor and soul on the land of China in a meticulous and diverse way, as if he had been standing in time all the time, for countless men and women, they lead the tea fragrance of graceful Nana, and through a culture, they settle down and touch thousands of souls. After breaking the chapter and picking up the sentences, I was more convinced that the tea fragrance in my own cup was the charm of time spread through the tea scriptures, but Lu Yu, who was thousands of years ago, had already had a clear description, no room for I invented. Following his traces, we can find some taste of life; But I still firmly believe that Lu Xiushi can never figure out the scene after thousands of years, if he can reincarnate, he appreciated the thousands of smells and the words he wrote, how could they gurgle. A Tea Sutra elaborates the source, equipment, making, making, boiling, drinking, doing, selling, omitted, and pictures in detail, it systematically summarized the experience of Tea Collection and drinking at that time, comprehensively discussed the problems related to the origin, production, drinking and other aspects of tea, spread the scientific knowledge of tea industry, and promoted the development of tea production, it is the pioneer of Chinese tea ceremony, and then it is supplemented by later scholars to form a complete system of Chinese tea culture. In the process of inheritance, it is glorious, and the connotation and value orientation it contains cannot be ignored. It is the integration of history and culture that gives a flavor, a drinking habit, a myriad of feelings and flavors. The long history and wide spread of “The Tea Sutra” make the taste of fragrant teeth and cheeks go through the sea of throat, fall down and bend the intestines, and drum up all kinds of feelings, without words and words, and without every word of full meaning, the clarity and transparency of the heart and the ups and downs of the thoughts are all delivered to the Miaomiao tea fragrance filled in the heaven and earth, no matter it is the clear tone of landscape, the sayings of Buddhism and Taoism, the atmosphere of the world, the longer the time is, the stronger the taste will be. It is no less than the wine stored in the cellar, it’s all about the endless time and the taste of history. Put a Book of Tea Sutra on the desk. When you are free, turn over a few pages at will to feel the tea fragrance in the written records. One day it suddenly occurred to me that the peasant family in the mountain village took mountain spring, put it on the firewood with a copper pot and boiled it, then took some tea before the rain and put it into the blue and white porcelain bowl. When the spring water was a little cold, it was brewed, the tea fragrance is faint, the tender buds of fine leaves slowly stretch, and the pleasant breath slowly spreads. It is really a wonderful beauty, which coincides with some records in the Tea Sutra. Presumably, the ancestors who planted tea, I also know the subtlety and appearance of tea, and naturally I am familiar with the nature of tea. How can this kind of taste running through my heart be wasted in vain? At present, the variety, classification and production techniques of tea can not be included in the Book of Tea, but as the earliest, most complete and most comprehensive existing monograph introducing tea in China and even in the world, it deserves its reputation as the Encyclopedia of tea. Having time to read such books is not only an understanding of history and culture, but also an essential combing in cultural inheritance. Facing historical inheritance, development and creation, only when the origin is clear can the overall development trend be coordinated, and the cultural atmosphere and value orientation will be more reasonable.

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It was another night of rain, which made the whole house full of the smell of rain. The rain jumped in through the window and wandered around the whole house, ticking and pouring into the ears like a lullaby. I turned on the bedside lamp, and the light seemed to be frozen by the cold rain, not as bright as before. I got out of the bed and was wrapped by a cold air. The temperature dropped again. I couldn’t help shivering cold. This early winter morning was cold by the lingering rain. After washing and having breakfast, put a cup of tea on the tea table, and watch the water in the Cup turn green and yellow gradually from colorless transparent liquid, glittering and translucent as draft beer, and the tea leaves are rolling and jumping in the cup of water, after a while, I was tired of jumping and sleeping at the bottom of the Cup honestly. At this time, I stretched out my hand to hold the slightly hot Cup, sipped my mouth and blew off the floating foam on the saliva surface of the cup. I began to taste tea, sipped it with a small mouth, mouthful, drink until the water in the Cup just submerge the water line of the tea. At this time, it was already 07:30, which was a fixed time. It Was 07:30 after drinking the first cup of tea every day. Although today is a day of rest at home on Saturday, I still get up on time as usual, and it becomes natural to get used to it. The rain outside the window was still ticking, ticking and falling. The steps of the rain did not speed up or slow down. It was also very troublesome to encounter such a rainy day when I went to work. I went to work with an umbrella and walked all the way without any damage to my upper clothes. However, my trouser legs and shoe surface were full of muddy stars thrown up when walking. If you ride a bike, the Rain star will fly diagonally like an arrow! When shooting at yourself head-on, the higher the driving speed is, the more urgent the Rain Arrow is. You can sit in the elegant room and enjoy your leisure without going to work. I brought myself a second cup of water. The sleeping tea at the bottom of the Cup was like being awakened by hot water. I suddenly cheered up, exulting and dancing, the finished tea made by jumping these green leaves picked from the tea tree through many procedures of cool leaves, fixing, rolling, drying, tiling and selecting is lifeless, but it was made to live by the water, sometimes sleeping, sometimes dancing. As the saying goes: the first bowl is dirty, two bowls of incense, three bowls, four bowls of spoiled water soup. These two bowls of tea are really sweet and refreshing, as if they are pure and beautiful to filter impurities. Holding up the hot hot air of the teacup, the smoke curled up circled and evaporated in front of my face. I walked to the window and saw rows of houses, roadways and pedestrians through the window screen, all of which were submerged in the drizzle. This feeling and this scene made my thoughts fly in the air, which reminded me of Dai Wangshu’s rain Lane: holding the oiled paper umbrella, I hesitated alone in the long, long and lonely rain Lane, I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as lilac. She has clove-like color, clove-like fragrance, clove-like sorrow, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She is wandering in this lonely rain Lane, holding oil paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, indifferent, sad and melancholy. Under the misty rain flying all over the sky, there are also countless rain lanes and countless girls. The difference is that in the real rain Lane, there is no more oil-paper umbrellas and sorrow, girls who are as fragrant as lilacs, no longer walk silently, no longer indifferent, sad, and melancholy, but hold the heaven umbrella, clasp the headset, listen to the music, and walk lightly, with a happy mood, follow the things you are interested in. It is also true that the rain Lane written by the poet 80 years ago is naturally different from the rain Lane written 80 years later. How can it be compared?

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