Clear water is too weak, sweet wine is too strong, and the best friendship should be like tea, with appropriate shade and pleasant fragrance.
Tea lovers have multiple feelings and like to make friends.
Cha Sheng Lu Yu once wrote in his autobiography that he had agreed with his friends that "although the ice and snow are thousands of miles away, the tiger and the wolf are in power and don't talk." It seems that I can see Lu Yu going to a friend's tea party in a snowy area thousands of miles away, as if there is tea fragrance floating between heaven and earth.
In Huzhou, Lu Yu, Yan Zhenqing and Jiao Ran once forged a profound friendship, and there is a small pavilion on the mountain of Huzhou, which is the witness of this friendship.
It is said that this pavilion was designed and built by Lu Yu. Several good friends were in high spirits when the pavilion was built. With a stroke of his pen, Yan Zhenqing wrote the plaque of the pavilion-"Sangui Pavilion". The poet monk has a poem:
"Akiyama, column. The pavilion is three years old and its toes are adjacent to the temple. "
Lu Yu and Jiao Ran have a very deep friendship. In his autobiography, Lu Yu described their friendship as "a friend who forgot the past year". In Jiao Ran's poems, there are also many poems about Lu Yu, one of which is "Drinking Tea with Lu on the 9th", which is also my favorite poem:
"Jiuri Mountain monastery, hedge chrysanthemum yellow.
The laity is full of wine, who can help the tea? "
How can a layman know how delicious it is to have tea with his best friend when he is entertaining in wine?
After the poem was finished, Lu Yu's tea was cooked. She picked up the celadon bowl, and the flowers all over the mountain shook out a sweet fragrance through the refreshing wind. This official, a wild monk, made this hill rich in style.
Friends are like tea, eternal or indifferent. Where there is a friend of tea, there must be a friend of tea.
I grew up together in junior high school, and I don't need to say much about the depth of my feelings, but when I grew up, we went to different cities and had our own lives, and our contacts were no longer close. Once she visited my house, maybe it was too long, and there was a little strangeness and embarrassment between us.
However, when I started making tea, the faint fragrance of tea rose in the hot air, and the fragrance of tea floating in the air penetrated into my heart, and many old things were gradually awakened. While drinking tea, we talked and laughed about our past happiness, shared our present troubles and imagined our future life.
With the entrance of tea soup again and again, the distance between heart and heart has also drawn closer. The friendship from small to large is mixed with tea fragrance, which makes us memorable.
I finally understand that the original true friendship will not be forgotten because of thinness, nor will it be unfamiliar because of distance.
Friendship is like making a cup of tea for a friend. Tea is not necessarily good, but people who make tea must be full of feelings. People who know you will naturally drink it.
Legend has it that a long time ago, a poor scholar in the countryside greeted an old friend who was an official in Beijing on winter nights.
The scholar's family is humble, and there is no good wine and meat at home to entertain this friend from afar. However, this scholar has a good skill, that is, making good tea. So, in order to entertain this friend from afar, the scholar braved the cold wind of winter night and walked barefoot for several miles to the Han River, just to soak a bucket of clear Han River in winter and go home to make congou to entertain his friends.
The friend in Beijing drank the tea made by the poor scholar, and his heart was filled with emotion, so he wrote the quatrain "A guest comes to tea as wine on a cold night".
Tea is different from wine. Tasting tea is not like drinking a glass of wine. Passion rises. Tea exists in the world for a clearer and deeper friendship.
People who know how to taste tea know how to cherish, remember and be grateful. Cherish what we have. Friends are not only passers-by who meet in a hurry on the road, but also bosom friends in the journey of life.