The weather is still sunny, the fragrance of tea is still lingering, but there are fewer teenagers who accompany me to taste tea.
When it comes to tea, my inherent idea is that this is a kind of friend-making culture of my parents in the year of no doubt and the year of know life, and it is not a habit that I should have at my age. My parents love tea. They often go to their friends' teahouses for tea. They always take me with them. That's where I met him.
When we first met, his personality was cold, and he smelled cold and noble, just like drinking tea for the first time. His mouth is bitter and not to his taste. Later, I went to the teahouse more often. After in-depth conversation, he became familiar with me and often told me something about tea and culture. I was attracted by his good personality and talent, and found that he was cold outside and hot inside, so I became bosom friends. It's like drinking tea. After several cycles of cups, the taste of tea soup is gradually sweet, savored carefully, sweet and refreshing, and wonderful.
The ancients often said that we should make friends by writing, and I am glad that we have become bosom friends because of tea. I can't tell when the friendship beyond the love between men and women began. Perhaps it's because we all love to taste the fragrance of tea, experience all kinds of life, know how to let go, calm down and listen to our real inner needs. Or perhaps we have all developed a mentality of "tea is quiet but far-reaching, but tea people are indifferent but can be pure." In the long river of friendship, tea is a gift to show good to friends, and the friendship is far-reaching and beyond words.
There are many kinds of tea, such as raw tea with strong but not bitter taste, cooked tea with mellow and smooth taste like old red wine, Dahongpao with obvious silky rock rhyme at the entrance, and Tieguanyin with fragrant teeth and cheeks. He and I both like the clarity and brightness of West Lake Longjing, which is fresh and mellow, with sweet entrance and full charm. We even made an appointment to drink together every autumn.
"Taoyuan ancient three sworn. You and I will replace wine with tea and be friends forever. No matter where we are in the future, we will reunite here every year. " His eyes are firm, hiding the Milky Way, reflecting his expectation of getting together.
I thought this wish would come true every year, but by an accident, he left the city and went far away for further study. I didn't notice in advance, but left a letter and said goodbye to me. I don't know when I will come back. I understand that he left without saying goodbye, and I know it will be a test for him. In my eyes, he is like tea. He experienced the boiling baptism of life, and his fate was ups and downs. He can't have peace at this moment. He just endured and worked hard to make tea, leaving a strong tea fragrance. Real good tea can stand the test of boiling water and numerous earthly erosion, such as a mirror, and its heart will not change.
"Why are you still sitting in the yard? It's time to go back to the house as soon as the wind blows. " My mother's gentle reminder interrupted my thoughts and pulled me out of my memory at once. I picked up the cold tea and drank it, but I didn't know I had missed it. My eyes were red.
"Do you miss him again?" My mother read my mind and asked softly.
"He will be back soon, he just needs better precipitation."
I nodded gently, and when we were together for another year, I imagined that he was sitting opposite me at the moment, holding up his teacup and talking to me, still smiling.
I think he must leave his heart where I can't see it, continue to love life and go to mountains and seas! Maybe after a lap, we'll meet at the old place. I hope that these days, he can calm down, hold a book, drink our favorite tea, and experience the warmth and coldness of the world in this detached artistic conception.
Actually nothing has changed. I'm still trying to live and move on. Just changed a way to love him, silently guarding and waiting. I only hope that next spring, when we are waiting for a sunny day, we will have a tea party and continue to pursue poetry and distance in the world of tea.
Meeting is fate, and the heart is a pot of tea, both of which need your careful care. Holding a teacup in hand, sipping it, it is full of fragrance, so that the heart can grow up enough to face the ups and downs of the world in the fragrance of tea.
Live a good life and everything will be as you wish. To him and me.