In the pavilion and water pavilion, the pines, the wind, and the moon are shining, with a few clear rays of light falling. A song "Mountains and Flowing Waters", the clear sound flows slowly, lingering under the vines in the pavilion. On an antique mahogany coffee table, a blue and white porcelain tea set has just been bathed in boiling water. It is clean and refreshing. Blue and white cloud patterns surround the white of the porcelain. It is simple and elegant. It is waiting on the coffee table. A pot of orchids rests next to a sealed blue and white porcelain jar. The orchid leaves are covered with flowers, and the elegant flowers are blooming silently, with a faint fragrance. A pair of jade hands with smooth skin held up a pot of clear mountain spring water, placed it on the fire, and then opened the sealed lid of the blue and white porcelain jar. The fragrance of tea suddenly overflowed from the jar, covering up the faint fragrance of orchid. , fresh and refreshing. The jade hand moved gracefully through the fragrance of tea. She picked up a tea handle in her right hand, reached into the porcelain pot, and took out some tea from the pot. She picked up a teaspoon in her left hand and gently pulled the tea grains into the blue and white porcelain pot.
On the way of transferring the tea from the pot to the pot, he saw the fire "huohuo" boiling a pot of water. The water vapor filled the air, as if the clouds were lingering in the mountains, and his heart felt slightly. . There is also "Mountains and Flowing Waters", with clanging sounds, palaces and merchants vying for feathers, ups and downs, sometimes gurgling, sometimes exciting and high-spirited, sometimes like the deep call of the towering green mountains, sometimes like the affectionate response of the ocean's flowing water...Tea Heart is even more Ripples are everywhere, such a familiar sound, but it feels like it's a lifetime ago. Suddenly, the tea seemed to be back in the green mountains again, sitting on the branches safely, with fresh leaf buds and spotless green color, as clear and bright as eyes that had never seen the world. The clouds on the mountain are melting and melting, and the water is gurgling under the mountain. Leaves and buds are hanging in the clouds and mist in the mountains. Along with the flowing water, you can enjoy the flowers and grass, enjoy the breeze, listen to the chirping of birds, and drink the clear dew. The sun shines warmly through the thin clouds and mist, making the leaves and buds shine green and shiny. The eyebrows and eyes are full of smiles, full of smiles, childish and innocent. At that time, it didn’t know that it was tea. It thought that it was just an ordinary leaf bud, innocent and calm, with curved eyebrows and a charming smile. It sat in the light of time. It didn’t know that the forest flowers withered too quickly, and it didn’t understand. The depth and depth of the years...
Now, I can't help but sigh at the vicissitudes of the years and the misfortune of fate. "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" ding-ding-dong-dong, continues to flow. The past is like smoke, it’s okay not to think about it. Tea, sitting in the blue and white porcelain, is like a woman in a boudoir, gentle and elegant. The moonlight is like water, and a few rays of light fall into the blue and white porcelain pot and fall on the tea. The tea is dark green and gleaming. Through the moonlight, it saw a pair of jade hands, as lifelike as butterflies, flying over the mouth of the pot. Tea recalled this spring, just after Grain Rain, at noon on a sunny day, it stretched its green color and was basking in the sun. It was also such a pair of jade hands that stretched out without warning and lifted it from the branch without hesitation. After picking it, it turned out to be a happy time of cool breeze, bright moon, sunshine and rain. It lay dazedly in a basket, on top of a pile of young leaves, and a silver bell-like laughter floated in its ears: "This year's tea leaves are growing so well!" It turns out that it is a special kind of tea. I always thought that I was just an ordinary leaf, coming and going with the spring breeze, everything obeyed nature.
Tea has its own tea life. After being picked, it began to wander around for half its life, drying, making, frying, and rolling. It is a series of very literary tea-making processes. It looks like a blazing fire cooking oil, flowers blooming, and a lively atmosphere. A torture that starved his skin and strained his muscles and bones. Tea can only bear the pain of cramping and peeling skin, and heart-breaking pain. Without going through a lot of wind and rain, the fragrance is deep to the bones, and the pain is bitter, so tea is the best. Since it is tea, it must be experienced to become good tea. Tea, in the unbearable pain, lost its tenderness and was reborn in nirvana, silent and fragrant.
"A leaf fell into the water and changed the taste of the water. From then on, there was tea. Tea, after experiencing water and fire, life and death, met us." A gentle voice sounded. .
Thousands of years ago, the unexpected encounter between water and tea became a legend. Later, this beautiful encounter was vividly interpreted by humans.
The tea is sitting in the center of the pot, waiting quietly, everything has its own arrangement.
Those slender hands continued to float above the coffee table, and the mountain spring water placed on the fire was boiling. The pot of mountain spring water was originally a pool where the geese disappeared without leaving a trace, but the fire awakened the memory of the past life. The empty heart, the sound of wooden fish knocking, finally couldn't stop the burning of the fire, and the expectation of the previous life boiled up. This expectation must have been praying hard for five hundred years in front of the Buddha in the previous life, and it was awakened today, so it is so irresistible.
The tea is waiting in the pot, the water is boiling, and everything is ready.
Jade hand lifted the kettle and slowly poured water into the teapot. The water welcomes the tea with a hot heart. When golden wind and jade dew meet, they win countless things in the world. Water and tea met in the blue and white porcelain pot, and they felt like old friends at first sight. The water dances with the tea, and it remembers that life. It is a cloud made of rain, and the tea is a delicate leaf. The clouds wrap around the tea, giving it the most gentle care; the tea in the water is like a graceful green gauze, it Recalling that life, water was dew, it was a bud, holding the dew devoutly, accepting its moisture; water wrapped around tea, tea around water, looking at each other, dependent on each other, they still remember In that life, the water was the water in the stream, and the tea grew on the road that the stream must pass through, just hoping to meet the sun. In this life, the water is in the deep mountains and deep pools, cultivating the body, and the tea has cultivated the Bodhi body in the red dust, and will never think about it again. When we meet, we say.
“Tea is the spirit of water, and water is the body of tea. If it is not true water, its spirit cannot be revealed, and if it is not refined tea, its body can be seen.
"The gentle voice sounded again, "This water comes from spring water deep in the mountains. Every time I go into the mountains, I have to bring back a pot. This tea is also the best. It never expected to encounter such clear and sweet water. This is a fate cultivated over many lifetimes. ”
Yes, this is a fate cultivated over many lifetimes. Although this fate is directed by human beings, without the experience of life and death, Cha Na’s true skill would not be Interpret this beautiful encounter.
The right time, right place and right people, tea and water meet at the right time.
Water embraces tea, and tea surrounds water. They are grateful for the nourishment of heaven and earth; water nourishes tea, and tea stirs water. They are grateful for each other's care; water embraces tea, and tea penetrates water. , they touch each other's sincerity; tea is reborn in water, water is sublimated in tea, they are grateful for humankind's care; tea turns into the soul of water, water turns into the wings of tea, they want to dance the most wonderful life...< /p>
"Tea and water last for a lifetime, and it is also the last song of their lives! Come and taste this tea, this is the true taste of life!"