Tasting tea with white dew, the years are quiet

Sniff tea with white dew, the years are peaceful and peaceful. On the strings of the white dew, the moonlight played the silver music of autumn, and tiptoed into the heart. In the tea garden, the white dew is a lively elves dancing on the green leaves and perched on every drop of dew. It is the eyes of the night, staring at the secret of the branches of the tea tree. I walked into the tea town of Bai Dew, as if I walked into a light ink landscape painting, fog wrapped around the mountains and tea trees like a veil, and stood in the wind like a fairy in green clothes.

The hands of the tea farmer are the carving knife of time, picking the poetic meaning of white dew. The tender buds and leaves, with the tenderness and expectation of autumn, return to the quaint teahouse, where time presses the pause button, the old rattan chair squeaks, like the sigh of time, blue and white porcelain tea bowls, waiting for a soul to meet.

Burn a pot of mountain spring water and listen to the water singing softly in the pot, like a stream in the mountains, cheerful and bright, jumping, rushing to a tea date, slowly throwing white dew tea into the pot, like a bird returning to the nest, a wanderer returning home, the tea leaves roll and stretch in the water, as if telling the vicissitudes of the past life. In an instant, the fragrance of tea permeated the entire space. It was a gift from nature and a treasure of time, like the fragrance of osmanthus flowing under the moon, and like the fragrance of pine needles floating on the hills.

Take a sip of tea, bitterness and sweetness collide on the tip of the tongue. Brutality is the tempering of life, sweetness is the reward of time. Tea slips in the throat, like a warm stream flowing, nourishing the dry heart and allowing the tired soul to find the return journey. Outside the window, autumn insects are whispering, telling the changes and changes of the seasons. Inside the house, the fragrance of tea and thoughts are entangled, weaving the tranquility and peace of time. I sat in the corner of time, silently facing this white dew tea, letting the fragrance of tea spread in my heart, and letting my thoughts wander in time.

Sniff tea with white dew, the years are peaceful. Bai Lu, like a graceful woman from Jiangnan, quietly came to the world with light steps. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines in front of the window, the crystal dewdrops flash with a glimmer of light on the grass leaves, as if they were traces of dreams left by the night elves. At this time, it is a great thing to make a cup of fragrant tea and enjoy the quietness of these years in the scent of tea. In the white dew season, the breath between heaven and earth seems to become clear. Walking on the path in the forest, the fallen leaves at your feet rustled, as if telling the story of time. The air is filled with a faint fragrance of osmanthus, intertwined with the fragrance of the soil, making people intoxicated.

The mountains in the distance, shrouded in the mist, are like an ink painting, looming, adding a bit of mysterious color. I came to the quaint teahouse, which is quietly located between the mountains and rivers, as if integrated with the white dew season. The door of the teahouse was half-closed and gently pushed open. A faint tea fragrance came to your nose, making people feel refreshed. The layout of the house is simple and elegant, with wooden tables and chairs emitting a warm luster. The calligraphy works hanging on the walls are written with the four big words "Tea Zen Yiwei", exuding a sense of tranquility and peace.

The owner of the teahouse is an amiable old man. He is dressed in plain clothes and his eyes are filled with love and persistence for tea. He smiled and welcomed me into the house, and then began to prepare tea sets for me. He took out a can of treasured white dew tea from the cabinet. The tea leaves were dark green, tight and thin, exuding a fresh atmosphere. He put the tea leaves into the teapot and brewed them with boiling water. In an instant, the tea fragrance filled the whole house, as if the whole house was filled with this fragrance.

When the tea soup cooled a little, I gently picked up the tea cup, leaned closer to my mouth, and took a sip. The tea soup first came to the mouth, and then a rich sweetness spreading on the tip of the tongue. This white dew tea has a unique charm. It is not as fresh and tender as spring tea or as strong as summer tea, but it is more mellow and deep. Just like this season of white dew, the impetuousness of summer has faded away, and there is more tranquility and calmness.

In the lingering of the fragrance of tea, I fell into deep thought. Life is like this cup of tea, with bitterness and sweetness. In the long river of time, we will encounter all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, just like the bitterness of tea. But it is these experiences that make us stronger and more mature, and also make us cherish the beauty of life more. When we experience the baptism of wind and rain and usher in the clear sky of our own, we will feel the sweetness of life, just like the sweetness of tasting this white dew tea.

Put down the teacup, I walked to the door of the teahouse and looked at the view outside. In the tea garden in the distance, tea farmers are busy picking white dew tea. Their figures shuttled among the tea trees, their faces filled with the joy of harvest. White Dew Tea is a gift nature gives us this season. It carries the hard work of tea farmers and also contains the precipitation of time. In this fast-paced era, people are always busy and rarely have time to stop and quietly enjoy life. And this time of drinking tea in white dew is like a baptism of the soul, allowing us to find our own peaceful world in the noisy world. Here, we can let go of the worries and pressures in our hearts, talk to our hearts, and feel the beauty of life.

Tea is not only a drink, but also a cultural heritage. In China, tea culture has a long history and a profound heritage. From ancient literati to modern ordinary people, tea has accompanied people through countless wonderful times. It is a medium for people to communicate emotions and a carrier for people to express their feelings. Tea drinking during the white dew season is a unique cultural experience, which allows us to feel the magic of nature and the flow of time. Time passes slowly in the fragrance of tea, and before you know it, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the roof of the teahouse. That gorgeous color adds a bit of poetry to this white dew season. I picked up the teacup again and savored the last bite of tea, feeling reluctant. But I know that this wonderful time of drinking tea in white dew will always remain in my memory.

When I got home, I was still immersed in the fragrance of tea. I took out the tea I collected from the cabinet and made a cup of tea for myself according to the method of the teahouse owner. Sitting on the balcony and looking at the night view outside the window, the moonlight shines like water on the ground. I quietly savored the tea and felt the tranquility and beauty of this white dew. In this time of drinking tea with white dew, I feel like I am integrated with the years. I no longer worry about the past, nor worry about the future. I only focus on the present and enjoy the tranquility and joy brought by this cup of tea. Time is peaceful, but that's it.

The beauty in life is often hidden in these subtleties. A cup of tea, a piece of white dewdrops, and a bird's cry can all make us feel the warmth and beauty of life. Let us soak a cup of fragrant tea in this white dew season, calm down, feel the passage of time, and taste the poetry of life. Tasting tea with white dew, the years are peaceful. May we find our own tranquility and calmness in this tea fragrance, and let our hearts be nourished and sublimated in the long river of time. Let us cherish every beautiful moment and feel the gifts of life with our hearts. In this complex and complex world, we should keep a pure heart and enjoy this simple and beautiful life.

When night fell and the stars drifted, I gently put down my teacup and entered a sweet dream with full satisfaction and gratitude. In my dream, I am still immersed in the beautiful time of drinking tea with white dew. The years are quiet and the fragrance of tea remains the same. Time is like the tea in this hand, with ups and downs, bitterness and sweetness, but as long as you have a sense of tranquility and indifference, every moment can become an eternal poem. In this time of drinking tea with white dew, I embrace the world gently, watching the clouds roll and unfold, flowers bloom and fall, and feel the quiet and long years. (Wang Shibin)