If you think of your old people at leisure time

Up to now, there are still a few unfinished tea leaves in front of my desk. They are old pu’er and Wuyi Rock Tea. They are the tip of Mount Lushan’s fur, and they are also in red robes. Often used cups of tea are also one or two small things found in the small market. I remember Bai Luomei’s book mentioned that a song can be heard without rhyme, a person can love to unintentionally, a tea can be tasteless to drink. Just when that tea tastes tasteless, life has a different flavor.
Bai Juyi wrote: ”sing the cream and Mao sentence, and enjoy the tea with snow.” If a good night to keep the Wenxin candle cutting, through the rest of the ink dyeing: ”curtain cigarettes lingering fallen leaves, Yueming chess pieces fall deep moss.” If Su Gong micro-strip Artemisia head south of the Yangtze River, Lu You’s conclusion: ”More for the tea Ou to eliminate the dream, small window banners painted south of the Yangtze River.” Life is like a duckweed, ups and downs, autumn heart, why not take a tea time to calm the mind, be a clear and simple person.
The world is like a dream, the dream is 800 Qiangtang’s ”A Dream of Wild Dust”, or Xu Song’s ”Thousand Baidu” found the dream of the Yi people, or the scenery of the Qin and Han Dynasties, Tang and Song Dynasties, the characters of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, a light smoke and rain? These years in other people’s poems singing in every level, in other people’s stories written in every level. The answer may be long, or it may be a lifetime. The answer is very short. Maybe there will be results in the morning.
In the remote years, a person’s life is so short. If it is like a flower in early spring, it is replaced by a new layer of red mud after several storms; if it is like a cicada in midsummer, it is a reincarnation of seventeen years after several nights of weaving; if it is like a leaf in frost and autumn, it is a gathering of one’s brows; if it is like a snowfall in cold winter, it is melted by drops, then it will continue. The river is gone.
And the prosperous times, reality is stable, let the wind and rain outside the window, ups and downs of mountains and rivers, borrow a tea time, in exchange for a period of peace of mind practice, in the days to come, the moment fragrant, elegant and no wonder, just cherish.

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