A teahouse, temporarily forget the hubbub, and occasionally pass the time!
It turned out to be a handful of dead leaves, which can be boiled and drunk as incense. The green leaves are like flowers, standing in the water, and the tea is light, like a Zen dream.
Tired from the journey, a cup of green tea is perfect for self-cultivation, but all kinds of fatigue seem to be unloaded in an instant.
Borrow a pot of tea for a while, rest for a lifetime, and the gentle fragrance mist haunts your cheeks, which is warm and intimate.
Tea that can withstand repeated brewing has a light aftertaste, but a trace of fragrance still exists. Slow taste is the lightest beauty, just like hiding the taste in your heart and chewing it from the aftertaste when you are upset.
Pick up the teacup and take a sip, you will feel refreshed and pleasing to the eye, and a warm current will come straight to your heart. I can't help but sigh: it's good to have the fragrance and warmth of this cup of tea in life.
All kinds of tranquility in nature can't compare with the tranquility of the mind. The land where you unload your body and mind must be a peaceful and quiet land.
Most of those puzzles and puzzles are narrow-minded. Really understand, cultivate in the heart that is not surprised.
With a faint tea rhyme, I shuttled through the scenery in my heart, a wisp of breeze walked in my sleeve, and I lived in the speeding scenery, adding a touch of Zen to my practice.
Light time, drink years, play with your busy heart between the lines and in the morning mist of tea.
Quiet thinking, like tearing apart layers of dense fog, is warm and on the way to a distant place.
With a faint smile in my heart, I drank heartily, and a cup of green tea accompanied my heart, and I got the most beautiful dyeing.
Life should be a natural life, a natural love and a natural journey.
With a calm heart, the autumn leaves in front of the courtyard feel the calm and indisputable taste.
The fragrance of tea is not only in the tea, but also in the heart. Poems vaguely like Zen are given by tea and by one's own heart, and are usually closely related to one's own experience and mood.
A pot of tea comforts time and takes time off to write poems. Sit still and listen to the time. Although the holiday is gone, I am relieved. Even if I have half a day's leisure, I feel this rare comfort in my hurried life.
Warm a cup of green tea, the mood will send out a wisp of tea rhyme. Drinking a cup of green tea is really intoxicating.
"Life is like three teas: the first time, suffering is like life; The second time, sweet as love; The third time, as light as the breeze. "
The ups and downs of life are the Zen realm of still tasting a cup of tea: pick it up and unload it.
Time flies like the wind, the major events of the years have finally passed, and the resentment of braving the wind and waves is finally stored in a calm heart.
Soak your heart in a pot of tea in the years, and it tastes as sweet as pulp, which is the sweetness you taste after drinking all the bitterness. If the heart is full of green, spring is not far away.
Wipe off the dust on the vest, explain the joys and sorrows of the old things through the time of a pot of tea, understand the meaning of taking and letting go of life, and understand the meaning of all fading out.
The understanding of life is mostly nirvana after screaming at the top of one's lungs. Only after experiencing grief can we get this real peace of mind. Life is so ups and downs.
A trace of tea rhyme dyed the years, but her bud at that time soaked the struggling lacrimal gland, and the tea was over the heart and spleen, and the warmth suddenly poured out from the bottom of my heart. At the beginning, youth was hot, at the beginning, unforgettable …