In my spare time, I leaned under the window alone, watching the rain drip down the stone steps of the patio and admiring the bustling courtyard corridor. The fragrance of the tea is curling, and the tea leaves are swaying in the ink and blue flowers, as if you are in a quiet picture. As far as the eye can see, the time at the corner of the eaves flows slowly, quiet and far-reaching, like a poem, slowly flowing in the heart.
The hustle and bustle of the world, all the disturbances, I enjoy the peace of this time alone. Look at the raindrops gently tapping on the window lattice, as if telling an old story. Looking at the flowers on the cloister of the courtyard, it seems to be interpreting a prosperous dream. Looking at the dancing tea leaves in the ink and blue flowers, it seems to be interpreting a beautiful music.
Time flies, time flies, I feel the precipitation and baptism of the years in this quiet corner. The faint fragrance of tea, the melodious melody, and the passing time have all become the most beautiful scenery in my heart. Away from the hustle and bustle, I occasionally have a peaceful time, so that I can find inner peace and tranquility in this moment of tranquility.
At this moment, I feel as if I am in a paradise, far away from the chaos and hustle and bustle of the world. In this quiet patio stone steps, courtyard corridor, ink and blue flowers, I feel the tenderness and tranquility of the years. May this moment of peace become the best memory of my life, accompanying me through every spring, summer, autumn and winter. Tea life