Two bowls: it's freezing. As soon as the people on the kang woke up, they were dragged to the ground and walked on thin ice. However, after drinking the second bowl of tea, I felt my feet getting warmer and my whole body was like melting snow.
Three bowls: the weather is dry and sunny. Even if people are full of thirst, the third bowl of tea will pass through their throats, and there will be no traffic in the wilderness, so the chatterboxes will involuntarily open.
Bowl: When the green willows are shaded in spring, a bowl of tea enters the throat, not only the shy twigs of weeds emerge silently, but also the old trees along the road are outlined in green and red.
Wu Wan: In the summer afternoon, cicadas are everywhere. If you put a bowl of tea in the plum blossom leaves and spit it out, you can smell the bird.
Lu Bowl: At night, fishermen on the shore secretly drink water from cups under the lights. Color does not remember the initial heart, but it is intended to be deep. The last bowl of tea has no taste, just for poetry.
Seven bowls: after lunch in the country, I found a haystack and lay down, looking at the beautiful sky, light green soil and flying butterflies. When the white clouds come, the tea smells good. That moment was so simple and beautiful, listening to the old story and savoring the great joy in my heart.