On this day full of spring, I took advantage of the gentle spring breeze to integrate it into the light tea soup, as if the whole spring was kneaded into a young leaf and cooked into the poetry of life. Every sip of tea is a deep moan of the passage of time, and a deep expectation for the quiet and good years. The taste of the tea, not only the freshness of the spring rain, but also the warmth of the warm sun, it carries my belief in life's continuous exploration, forging ahead, and the vision of a better future.
Holding a warm teacup in my hand, I drank it slowly in a corner of the tea room, letting the unique tea rhyme soak into my heart. The smell of tea, like a smile that has not been seen for a long time, is also like the vague figure of the old man, circulating between the lips and teeth, evoking the lovesickness hidden deep in the heart. The good times we once spent together are as short and precious as this spring breeze, but they can take root and sprout in the depths of our memories and last forever.
I use tea as a medium and the spring breeze as an introduction to try to open the wisps of acacia that entangle my heart. The bitterness and sweetness, thick and light in the tea soup are like the five flavors of life, reflecting the picture of laughter and tears intertwined in the past. This pot of tea not only comforts the lonely soul at the moment, but also places deep nostalgia and endless blessings for the deceased.
Life is like a spiritual practice, in which we all search for ourselves, and in the process of searching, we recall those fragments that are intertwined with others. And every process of making tea is like every journey re-traveled, and every drop of tea is a respect for the past and an expectation for the future. I will continue to enter the taste of tea with the spring breeze, relieve my feelings with tea, face the ups and downs of life with a quiet and far-reaching state of mind, drink slowly and slowly, gradually untie the knot of lovesickness in my heart, and turn this deep emotion into the strength to move forward, to pursue a broader world of life.
Over the years, tea has become a unique bridge between the past and the present, between the heart and the outside world. Whenever I sit in front of the coffee table on a spring breeze day, quietly boiling water, scalding cups, and throwing tea, at that moment, time seems to freeze, leaving only me and that touch of green tea in dialogue. The posture of the tea leaves stretching in the hot water is just like the old people living in their memories, their smiles, words and deeds, with the fragrance of tea, let me feel like I am in that time spent together.
The spring breeze took away the cold of winter, but it couldn't take away the deep friendship in my heart. So, I poured this longing into every brew of tea, let it bloom in the water, and then precipitate to the bottom of my heart. Each bubble has a different taste, just as each stage of life has its own story and experience. From the freshness of the first bubble to the mellow of the later bubble, just like life from immaturity to maturity, all the way to accumulation, all the way to comprehension.
The clarity of the tea soup reflects the philosophy of life - even if you go through ups and downs, you must keep your heart clear and calm. It is this calmness that allows me to appreciate the true meaning of life while tasting the taste of tea. Tasting tea in the spring breeze is not only a remembrance of the deceased, but also a witness to self-examination and growth. I would like to take advantage of this spring breeze to taste tea, commemorate the past with a cup of tea, face the future with an indifferent attitude, and integrate the philosophy of life into daily life, which not only heals the soul, but also enriches life.