I have a tea room, facing the window you can see the green mountains, this is what I have always wanted. In the rainy season, the branches and leaves are more lush, but the mist is lingering. Holding a cup of tea in hand, leaning against the window and gazing at the eye-catching green, I feel relaxed. Being able to rely on green every day is what I always want.

I have a tea room, which is purely mine. If I own it, I own all my moods. Relax, think; meditate, meditate. To sort out my mood and adjust my mentality, no matter how the day unfolds, I just want to make tea quietly, drink tea quietly, and enjoy the tranquility, serenity, and indifference of the current tea time. Because people are born to be hesitant, but today's society especially requires self-cultivation and self-correction. Only with such a state of mind can we be calm and calm about the future.

I have a teahouse. I get up every morning and sit in the teahouse for a while without scrubbing or washing. Looking at the diffused colors of a meter of sunlight passing through the gauze curtain and falling on the teapot, it is so charming. Even when I am sleepy, I am still intoxicated by last night's tea party. Have a sip of tea and a wonderful day begins again! The southeast wind in summer often visits my tea room. In the afternoons when I am not working, surrounded by light music, I drink tea, read, and spend my good time to my heart's content. At night when the lanterns are first lit, the pot is boiling to make tea. Under the soft light, the lamp is dim, the people are dim, and the tea room is also dim. Let go of all the troubles in the world and just stop thinking about them!

I like drinking tea, and it has been a long time coming. In my memory, my grandmother used a briquette stove to boil water every day, filled 10 thermos bottles, and then brewed a large cup of tea. Grandparents and grandparents are very fond of drinking tea. They like to drink it as much as they want and drink it to their heart's content. There was always an old-style tile tea cup on the dining table in the kitchen of my hometown. I always took a sip of it after school every day to feel comfortable before eating. Sometimes children play games and are sweating profusely after playing crazy games. When they come home, they pick up a tea cup and dive in, drinking from it and turning the cup upside down. That refreshing feeling makes them feel comfortable from head to toe. For me at that time, tea was the best drink, the best to quench my thirst, and the best way to fill my childhood with tea memories. I could still smell the fragrance of tea after thinking about it.

When I was a child, there was only green tea at home, and there were not as many varieties of tea as there are now. Tea drinking was not as particular as it is now, let alone a tea room. Now, I have a tea room of my own, not too big, not too small, just right. I accepted the good tea sent by my friends and filled the tea room with the fragrance of tea. In ancient times, there was the pride of "waiting for the bright moon in half a mountain house, a cup of clear tea to reward a close friend", and the deep feeling of "waiting until the spring breeze in February or March, beating the fire in the stone furnace to try new tea". Today, I invite close friends to bring tea to the wind. Tea talks about tea and tea matters. How can you be so fond of my tea? !

? "On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the soup in the bamboo stove is boiling and the fire is just beginning to turn red. The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but it is different when there are plum blossoms." Du Lei's poem describes the scene when friends visit the teahouse. Maybe the moonlight shining in front of the window is no different from usual. It's just because my friend came here on a cold night and the plum blossoms are quietly blooming, which makes the moonlight tonight look particularly different. This has nothing to do with the humble abode, but only the exchange of emotions and hearts. This is the artistic conception of the tea party. Maybe one day, "Green lanterns illuminate the windows, set up tea and listen to the falling snow." Meet friends to have tea together and listen to the sound of falling snow. What kind of artistic conception will it be? Outside the house, snowflakes are dancing, and there is a long and quiet atmosphere; inside, a small stove is burning, making tea and listening to the snow. The fragrance of tea lingers, and the warmth is warm. But I wonder if Lu You ever knew that this situation and scene were so desirable, so intoxicating and enjoyable. Listening to the sound of snow falling outside the window, the waiting time becomes full of warmth and poetry. Does such a picture have the feeling of Zhang Kejiu's "the taste of tea is on the bottom of the tongue, and poems are everywhere in front of my eyes"? Although I don't have Zhang Kejiu's Taoism, and I don't see any poetic themes in my mind, poetry surrounds me in the teahouse. Whenever night falls and I drink tea alone, I may be able to get a little poetic when the atmosphere rises.

Life is not just about the present, but also about tea and tea rooms. "The charm of tea flows by itself. When the water blooms, I hope the flowers will remain as they were before, and people will be left alone. White moonlight, strangers, and a strong sense of tea. Make a pot of tea with words, drink tea under the sunset, and exchange warm greetings. Wine among the flowers, friends in the tea , Dream waiter. Tea has no trace, no need for taste, especially the gentle hand, the slow mouth when drinking, the world is happy - tea language.

? I have a teahouse, which has nothing to do with glory, wealth, or getting ahead. In this life, I just want to be a happy person in the world.