I thought it was easy to like something, but in the initial contest, I would like to drink. Not because I like to write a few poems, but because I think wine can paralyze people's nerves and temporarily forget or relieve their pain emotionally. It has existed since ancient times, and now people seem to play its role to the extreme. Whenever you meet any festival, you should always entertain your friends and relatives with wine, otherwise it will appear insincere. One or two bottles in small sections and three or five boxes in large sections are common. I once met the experience of Spring Festival travel rush in one year, when I was walking in the dark at night, suddenly someone jumped out of the roadway and stood in front for a while. I don't seem to stop until I take people's souls away. Fortunately, the smell of alcohol immediately told me-I just met a drinker. From then on, I gradually lost my affection for wine, also because drinking is really embarrassing, although I also like to say in poems that I like wine, just as Li Bai likes the moon.
As for cigarettes, it seems to be related to literati. In my impression, many great writers write while smoking, which seems to inspire and clear their minds, especially when writing while smoking in the dead of night, which seems to be a very pleasant thing. I had several imaginary experiences, but I didn't have the courage to smoke and write at the same time, just because my throat was occupied by a handful of fragrant tea. That for a long time, I naturally like drinking tea. I don't talk about drinking tea, probably because I want to find a little feeling of drinking.
People who love tea have existed since ancient times. Tea ceremony seems to have always been admired by literati, and its relationship with philosophy has a long history. It is said that tea ceremony is a character and a human nature. I am not familiar with the way of drinking tea. I just like the faint fragrance of tea, which can make me clear-headed at night, unlike wine, which can paralyze people's nerves and make people's thoughts and emotions change direction and drift farther and farther to the wrong place. Tea is very good, but the faint fragrance confuses my thoughts and makes me imagine a beautiful and warm picture. I walked in front of the birds, and butterflies of all sizes came at me. It's beautiful. Surrounded by green grass, like a comfortable blanket, people immediately forget their sadness. Pink Sophora japonica flowers hung upside down on the branches, as if to show their beauty, and as if to stretch their necks to suck fresh air. Everything is so beautiful. If a pair of old people come from one end of the green grass, helping each other, talking and laughing, it should be the most harmonious and warm picture in the world. I know that drinking tea can enliven their spirits and make them appear in my mind late at night. I won't forget them for a long time and I won't forget them in the future.
So I like drinking tea, and I don't care much about the quality of tea. Washed glass can see itself transparently, and can also see past and present thoughts. How nice it is! Slowly put the tea in the cup, watching the boiling water submerge the tea layer by layer, and there will be small ripples in my heart. It's like I'm that piece of tea, knocked over by the boiling water of life, as if I'm suffering the same pain as tea, so I cherish the beauty now more, and I don't want them to pass by me forever. After a few seconds, the tea leaves that have been tightly curled together slowly stretch their delicate bodies and seem to begin to enjoy warm hot water. It's as if I have been worn away by the hardships of life, and suddenly one day I began to look down on the gains and losses of fame and fortune and began to bathe in rare warm moments.
The teacup sitting in front of me said nothing, but I looked at it with kind eyes. I know that tea has been a part of my life since then. When I am lonely in writing, it will always accompany me. Whether it is pouring rain or bright moon, it has always given me a simple but firm companion. I know I won't be lonely, either now or in the distant future. It is a happy thing to have something to accompany in life. I think we should all be kind to them, at least we can meet them with our sincerity.
When spring goes and comes back, flowers will bloom. There is a warm cup of tea in front of me in the silent night. I am willing to drink slowly, just like enjoying my rare laughter and tasting the happiness of my life.