There are many kinds of tea music. Here is the music of the tea ceremony I carefully arranged for you. Let's have a look. The music of tea ceremony

1 is as light as a cloud ~ chicken's head pot

2 is full of purple mud and Chunhua ~ Dabin pot

3 is a sweet dream and carefree ~ Sleeping Weng pot

4 is a pale bamboo drop ~ bunching bamboo pot

5 is a light fog to see the green hills ~ thin-walled pastel pot

6 is filled with snow and frankincense ~ pumpkin pot

7 is an ancient tree twisted wind ~

There is also Tea Tea

Wang Lian's guzheng album "Out of the Water Zheng" is a noble life of tea ceremony

Noble life is a utilitarian thought injected by Taoism into tea ceremony. Under the influence of Taoist thought of valuing life, preserving health and enjoying life, China Tea Ceremony pays special attention to "the power of tea", that is, it pays attention to the health care and the function of nourishing emotions.

Taoists don't pay attention to too many rules when tasting tea, but start from the purpose of keeping healthy and valuing life, and use tea to promote internal strength. Such as Ma Yu's "Long Si Ren? Tea "wrote:

one shot of tea, two shots of tea, don't give up your heart and fame, never sleep.

inaction tea, natural tea, heaven-sent meditation and Taoism, and sleepless work.

It can be seen that Taoist tea drinking is different from that of secular people who are keen on fame and fortune. People who covet utilitarian fame and fortune will suffer from insomnia when drinking tea, which shows that their spiritual realm is too poor. Tea, on the other hand, is the nectar and fairy dew given by heaven to Taoism. Drinking tea will make you more energetic, and you will be more able to realize the Tao without being sleepy, and increase your skill and behavior.

More Taoist masters regard tea as a great pleasure to forget the worries of the world of mortals and enjoy themselves. In this regard, Bai Yuchan, one of the five ancestors of the Southern Sect of Taoism, wrote in "Shuidiao Tou? The word "Chanting Tea" is beautifully written:

It rained in February and thundered last night. Guns and flags compete for exhibitions, and Jianxi spring scenery takes the lead. Take branches and tongues, mash them with dew and smoke, and refine them into purple and gold piles. Crush the infinite spring and fly green dust.

Take a fresh spring, cook a live fire, try the future, put down the rabbit's hair and taste the tongue back. Wake Qingzhou up, fight back the sandman by millions, and never dream of the balcony. There is a breeze in my armpits, and I want to go to Penglai.