Cook a pot of time and drink half a cup of qing huan
Text: Tianhe Source: Reading Moment
Edit: Ichimon Fangfei
Through the warm time, sitting in a corner, putting all your worries outside, the shallow years revealed some of the afterglow of the sun, and the dust and smoke of his past were dissipated under the oblique sun. Looking at the fading afterglow, the mood is entertained by the quiet time. Guard a tea house, place a few scrolls of notes, and install the tea house into several poems.
Sit down, keep an inch of time, cook a pot of time, cheer up, and sip tea in a cup of fine time, as if you are in the clouds of the water pavilion. A trace of nostalgia, as if the feelings that have not dissipated last night, a few cups will expand the softness of the bottom of the heart. The faint fragrance, as well as your gentle and elegant posture, outlines a kind of Zen and tea mood, and also immerses the time of nostalgia into a tranquil tea fragrance.
A kind of elegance, a sense of tranquility slowly opened up in a cup of tea. Reading poetry and tasting tea will turn the fine time into a poetic Qingning. Leaning on the small window, accompanied by a few wisps of fresh wind, red sleeves add incense, and a faint heart. The breeze came slowly, rolled up the notes on the coffee table, and only smelled a clear ink fragrance rolled up by the wind, and the aroma of tea rising from the sky.
Pushing open the window, a touch of sunlight tilted in, and the tea house was bright, warming up a little bit. Pour tea, pour a peaceful state of mind, taste tea, taste a protracted realm. Tea cups, books, spring, plain days can still have how many Zen teas are light on Ming Zhi's Qingyuan. Exiled mood, the ordinary years into a poetic gentleness. Pushing the cup to change the cup, the tea fragrance warmed the past clouds, and the heart was gently boiled in the tea water. The thousand words of that night were all gathered in the tea cup into tender water. The fragrance of tea and the clarity of the heart are rendered, outlining the past into a poetic rhyme.
Only for the ordinary days, steal half a day, and live the days into an indifference like the fragrance of tea. A cup of tea will string the fine fragments of time into the fragrance of the years. It is only because of you that the days have become poetic Zen tea. Slowly boiled, fine tasting, guarding a period of red dust past, in the poetic mood to taste a quiet and pleasant realm.
Leaning on the window, listening to the gentleness of the rain hitting the window ledge, as if all you heard was the tea aroma of the boiling water. How many pasts have you sung about the past? Just for a cup of tea, reflect your shadow in this fragrant tea cup. You are Kinser, I am a streamer. If there is a year in the future, we will meet unexpectedly, taste tea, and talk about tea. It is still that red dust past, and we will continue to continue.
Time spreads in a tea fragrance, like a story of spring, but it slowly opens. The mood also gradually spread with the aroma of tea. The aroma of tea shines through the cracks of the fingers, staining the fine fragments of time. The audio is slow, the guzheng is gentle, like the plum fragrance that has fallen on the ground, and it is like touching the flow of years, scattering the time in the place.
Look at the red dust coldly with tea, and borrow tea to meditate on spring and autumn. A cup of tea, a strange red dust, will be the fireworks exhausted, only the shear of the plum, dropped a light of tea time, the cardamom years scattered in the gentle place of time, bending down to pick up the old age.
A cup of tea, time is quiet. The faint years are also a little faint and light tea aroma. The blue waves ripple a touch of incense, and the tea is not intoxicating. Falling snow, plum fragrance. Drunk in the mood of the heart, fell the dust of Zen. A note of books, a cup of tea, and a quiet and natural mind. Sink your heart, lock in the mood, be as quiet as a Buddha, and drink the Zen tea until it is quiet and far-reaching, so that the mind is pure and dust-free.
A curtain of smoke and rain can always retain some distant memories, and the past clouds and smoke will also have a hint of stopping in the depths of the soul. With your day, there is a little more romantic feeling of the house, and there is a kind of elegance and warmth that has never been seen before. With your days, the fingertips will also reveal your delicacy, and the fine time will also warm the soft atrium.
It is no wonder that there is a poet Bai Juyi: holding a bowl for no reason, sending it to tea lovers. Love tea, love tea, the mood will be suddenly enlightened. Tea is a quiet companionship, the sentimental feelings of shallow drinking are the fragrance of solitude and floating; Chrysanthemum is a lonely dancer, and what is revealed in the blossoming of Fanghua is the arrogance of looking down, and I hope that you will accompany me for a lifetime in the time of tea appreciation.
The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, and the friendship of tea people is as mellow as tea. Faint exchanges, not for the red dust, only for a cup of tea, forget about external affairs, taste tea to purify themselves.
A pot of time, half a cup of Xiang tea, the time fell safely, and the floating years were quiet. Let the nervous heart sink in a fine light of time, collect. Holding an indifferent Mingzhi, looking at a touch of slanting sun, inviting a journey of mountains and rivers, only because thousands of mountains and rivers have allowed us to meet in a fine light of time. Don't stop for the wind, just for a pot of long-lost confidants.
Yunshui Zen heart autumn wind rises, burning incense to boil tea drunk time. Through the exquisite years, the aroma of tea stained the lips and teeth, filled the heart, and lightly stained the desolation of the fingertips. Another example is the fragrance of pear blossoms with rain that dyes the thin coolness of thousands of rivers and mountains. Keep a period of time, boil a pot of time, pour a cup of tea, and continue a period of the past of the frontier in the fine fragments of time.
*Author: Tianhe (Ma Yaping) member of the Modern Chinese Writers Association, member of the Xinjiang Altay Writers Association. The columnist of "Reading Moments" has millions of words reprinted in more than 30 networks, and dozens of articles have won provincial, municipal, first, second, third prizes and excellence awards, and his works are included in the New Era China Internet Poets Collection, China's New Era Outstanding Internet Poets.