Making a pot of good tea and savoring it is the taste of the world.
Bitterness is the bitterness of looking back.
That is the heavy imprisonment of the mountains, so that we can't see the distant distance.
It is naked and hungry, which makes us struggle in hunger and cold.
That's endless farm work, which makes us look black and calluses.
This is a tragic harvest, which makes us have to question the barrenness of the land and the injustice of heaven.
It was the parents who left helplessly, leaving our sky without the light of the sun and the moon.
It is the left-behind old people and children who make our childhood shrouded in a cloud of loneliness.
It was ten years of cold windows and narrow roads, which made our life without colorful colors.
It was a desperate struggle for the survival of the Jedi, which made our eyes lose the scenery of life.
Fragrance is the happiness that has been painstakingly put together.
Rushing out of the mountains and into the city lights is a bitter experience and a joy.
This is a vast world. Let birds fly is the freedom of the sky, and let fish jump is the freedom of the sea.
That is surfing youth, that is the pride of hitting the water halfway and letting the flying boat stop in the waves.
This is a glorious autumn and a fruitful year.
That is the happiness of parents in the world, that is the blessing that children want to raise and relatives can enjoy.
It was a love between flowers and the moon, a marriage of daily necessities and running water.
That is the joy of the child landing, that is the laughter that accompanied him to grow up.
That is a friend in the same boat, that is the fate and friendship that friends accompany for life.
A cup of tea is a lifetime.