I have no intention of missing this beautiful and harsh natural scene again, so I can't help but speed up my steps. The fallen leaves were trampled out of caracalla's voice-I just want to go home as soon as possible.
In my memory, I don't want to touch the cold key in my pocket, but reach out and knock on the warm door. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a warm yellow light and a smiling mother. She let me go in sideways and hung up my cold clothes. She was busy pouring a cup of tea from the teapot, and the yellow and transparent tea leaves poured from the streamlined mouth of the teapot flowed slowly until they all flowed into the white porcelain cup below.
Mother held the bottom of the porcelain cup with her hand and moved it carefully in front of me, without dropping a drop. I listened to the slight crisp sound of porcelain cups and glass desktops, then reached out lazily and picked up the cup of tea again.
Tentacles are warm, and the warmth of this cup of tea makes the body recover quickly.
Blow away the floating leaves and take a sip. Sweet and bitter flow at the same time, and fragrance and heat are intertwined.
When holding this cup of tea, this room will spring back to the earth.
I still remember when the first snow fell outside the window last year, I quietly made a pot of tea. On the balcony, I saw the footprints of my mother who had just returned from shopping in the snow. I listened to the sound of water on the fire and stared at the dry tea leaves slowly spreading in warm water, just like the floating sleeves left by the actors, just like the epiphyllum that opened silently in the middle of the night, just like the smiling children in my mother's arms. I stood at the door and heard three gentle knocks at the door. I hurried to open the door, greeted my mother with a smile, entered the room warmly, helped her hang up the clothes stained with snowflakes and poured tea in a hurry. Seeing the pale yellow tea flowing out of the purple spout and into the white cup bottom, I held the cup bottom and sent it to my mother. Mother took it and took a sip. Her eyes are full of smiles and warmth. The slowly rising fragrance and warmth of tea dazzled my eyes, and the warmth like water flowed slowly in my mother and me.
I know that when I bring this cup of tea, the sky here must be only sunrise.
No matter how cold I am on my way home, I know there is a lamp shining for me and always warming me.
Thinking of this, I just want to speed up my steps, pick up the warm cup of tea and feel the warm light.