Tea Suo Ji

The first time I drank tea was in my childhood. At that time, my father loved to talk while drinking tea. Every holiday day, uncles and nephews like to go to my home when they are free. My father cooked two bottles of boiled water, scalded the antique teapot with boiling water, put a pinch of green tea, and then made a pot of boiled water. The tea fragrance was lingering around the teapot, pour a cup and take a sip. The tea fragrance blows on your face, making you refreshed. After drinking a few cups of tea, my father opened the chatbox, or talked about the anecdotes that happened recently from place to place, or talked about the stories of parents, or talked about the stories of the Three Kingdoms in the form of a hundred lectures. A cup of tea, a story, a good story. My father passed away for many years, and now there is an old teapot left empty, lying quietly on the tea table, which still seems to exude a faint fragrance of tea. Time goes by, and it’s my college days in a flash. Wu Jun, a roommate friend, because his family runs a big tea house, we roommates are so absorbed that we often use the porcelain tea cup distributed by the school to make a cup of jade sword Green, when the tea leaves met boiling water, the buds scattered in the tea cup, which was really beautiful. After drinking a cup of tea and smacking it, the fragrance overflows the whole body, which makes you feel refreshed. At this time, the roommates gathered together to leave a cup of green tea, facing the wind, pointing to the country and evaluating the characters, which was very comfortable. After graduating from college, he returned to the campus to teach. Teacher Liu, who lived in the same room with me, was an old teacher who retired and rehired and continued to exert his afterheat. After work, his hobby is drinking tea. Every month, an old tea farmer gave him a pack of handmade green tea to drink. Therefore, our rooms and offices were often full of fragrance, which attracted many teachers to come here. We were chatting while drinking tea, talking about interesting teaching stories, talking about trivial matters in life, talking about future prospects, which made us happy. What made people feel regretful was that the old tea farmer left the world forever on a cold winter night. His wonderful handmade tea art was also lost, but the fragrance of green tea was always filled in our hearts. Nowadays, in my middle age, I prefer tea more. In the daytime, I put on a pot of tieguanyin and drank a cup of it lightly. I read books comfortably. When I saw the highlights, the fragrance of tea and books spread in my heart. Make a pot of Jin Junmei at night, turn on the computer, browse the news while sipping a cup of thick Jin Junmei, isn’t it fast! It’s really nice to have tea with you! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

There is no trace of time, only words accompany

Life in a foreign land always makes me feel a little disappointed. The complicated work and life inevitably make me feel confused. Watching and expecting crazily every day has gradually become a bad habit, and the years are always passing quietly by by accident, which is so ridiculous, playful and fancy, the days of confusion and hardship turned into vicissitudes in a twinkling of an eye. The flowers bloom and fade, the grass is green and yellow, when the sunset rises again, but what marks I have traveled are mottled into mud in the long river of time? Everything eventually became an old dream. Thinking about the hardships all the way, besides the past years, what did I have? Open the window door and stand by the window. I know that every morning will bring me different exclamation. I am envy the colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers, and the free birds flying happily among the soft willow branches. Once upon a time, how a lonely heart yearned to be like them, throwing away all distracting thoughts, dancing and flying, looking for one side of the sky that belongs to itself. After all, a dream is a dream, which can not arouse any spark of passion. When the cool morning breeze lifted up the faded curtain, occasionally covering my sight, a little chill hit my heart, sour eyes trembling tears. Looking back at the traces that have passed all the way, what is the difficulty in struggling? Why, all dreams always return to the original point after hundreds of turns. In the past, many things that should have been done had already disappeared in the pursuit of dreams all day long. Dream is not a dream, light is gone, dream is very awake, sigh deeply, my life does not belong to the life of neon flashing, fireworks gorgeous. Put away yesterday’s crazy dream and let all the stories be dusty! Things are nothing but everything, and tears flow empty when you want to talk. You can never find the appearance of the past in the world, and more than half of your life goes by silently. Only loneliness goes with you. In the rolling world of mortals, some people like to watch a flash in the pan and enjoy a gorgeous fireworks. And I prefer to sit quietly in front of the desk in the dead of night and when I am lonely, staying with the words and enjoying myself in silence, the mood will become clear and bright in the graceful and beautiful poems of Tang and Song dynasties. How eager I am is to live a life without the ears of silk and bamboo, without the labor of official documents, and how poetic it is to close the gate of the yard when the flowers are lonely, how elegant it is to have a book every year. When you are lonely, in a tranquil corner, you can enjoy a pot of tea and immerse yourself in the sea of literary fragrance. You can use your life to feel the infinite charm of words, so that you can temporarily leave everything in the world, restore a plain mood. I lingered in the faint words to understand Mr. Dongpo’s mood that he hated that he was not mine, when did he forget the camp, the wind in the night was quiet and flat, the boat passed away from then on, and the river left the rest of his life, sometimes I feel the heroic journey from the east of the river to the deep of the water, sitting and watching the emptiness and leisure when the clouds rise, sometimes I feel sad for the miserable and graceful appointment, or walk into the famous mountains and rivers with the words, appreciate the majestic momentum of the five Chinese mountains. I also like to write down my emotions in a peaceful and serene night, rooted in the fertile soil of words, and fully display my joy and vigor. My words are so immature, although I can’t write heroic, graceful and sad words or touching stories or gorgeous chapters, I can record my life with the crude pen tip. Whether it is grief or favor, I can weave my life with warmth with the help of the infinite charm of words. I feel extremely happy when I am accompanied by words, life has also become enriched. Life is like a dream, prosperity is empty in a blink of an eye, and all the past events of the world of mortals sink in the vast River of Smoke and waves. In the ups and downs, there are several degrees of cloudy and sunny, and the fleeting years sigh lightly. Only the words, just like a flower blooming alone in the middle of the night, every word is condensed with the silhouette of a lifetime, with the ripples of a lifetime, saving the meaning of life. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Please ask me when you are lonely

There is a flower in the deep well of my heart, which is warm and gloomy. The petals are white and bright, and tears drop by drop. The flower is helpless, and the heart is too heavy, I feel a little uneasy. Then it’s not heavy, I decided to float! Lonely floated all over the floor, with the fragrance of chrysanthemum. The whole country is floating in the charm of the night, and at the same time there are distant thoughts. The bluish and slippery flagstone road was familiar with me. The old scalpers under the stilted stairs painted by Tong also remembered to look up at me. There was green seclusion in Lishui River, a raft and a wooden paddle, A creak broke the silence. Two black egrets stood on the bow of the ship. Maybe I really had you, she and him. Life was originally floating like this. The pavilion bridge on Jiudu River drifted over in the afternoon rain, trembling slightly and almost knocked over the spicy soup of rice tofu. The green rice tofu is very fragrant. I remember the happiness of a bowl with two corners. It seems that there should also be Liu Xiaoqing’s desire, which is related to the whole country. The landlady really laughed at us. Our eyes are brighter than the stream under the bridge. The sugar boiled by sweet potatoes is very sweet. You should also laugh at my greedy little guy. There are people selling sweet potatoes over there! There is white glutinous rice flour on the corners of the mouth, and sweet potato sugar is still stuck on the teeth. I blame you vaguely: Keep your voice down, the silk sugar over there should be more delicious. Go and buy two more. Streamer cannot stop my full grip. I have been keeping it happily. In a certain place on a certain day of a certain year, each of the five children bought two dishes and threw them on the floor of the canteen. Children squatting around, there must be dried and fried meat, because it seems that everyone’s favorite is exactly what they love when they meet birthday. The floor of the canteen is not clean, the wind outside the canteen is also a little cold, and my heart is very warm. Like today, I am a little embarrassed. Can I catch the tail of youth? I once swore bitterly to let loneliness stay with me for the whole life and bury it in my heart. You have raised the joy in my heart, the silent joy flowing like Jiudu stream, the luxuriant joy like oil and water in Jiudu stream! Sun is very warm, Poly on the balcony, Tieguanyin by memories of blisters after having bright green, 1.1 points to stretch, a sound to joyful laugh loneliness and youth independent, it is related to experience, vicissitudes, choices and persistence. It is the Yellow River galloping after tens of millions of clear streams, and the poplar that has not collapsed for a hundred years after being invaded by wind and sand. Lonely not simple! I guarded the gate at the age of 40 for you. Tonight is my last post. Persistence, forbearance, simplicity, kindness and fragmentary things. In this way, living for another ten years also smells a little bad. Lonely but not lonely, gloomy mood, unspeakable mind, I have always been sensitive. I said frankly in my diary that my soul was always entangled with the shadow of self-abasement, with a bright smile on my face, but there were thousands of years’ vicissitudes in my heart, and loneliness could not be defeated at last! There is no doubt that it is the deep thought in loneliness, the taste after leaving and the choice after screening that makes people feel lonely deep in love. Both you and I know that loneliness and joy are the flood of darkness. The whole country is finally floating, but please ask me when you are lonely. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Hurry

Temporarily, I decided to go home for the holidays. In a hurry, I only brought a few pieces to change clothes. When it was just dawn in the morning, my husband and I set foot on the highway to Shandong. After several days of autumn rain, the weather was cold. Maybe it was early and there were very few vehicles on the road. My husband drove the car very fast. Occasionally, a little drizzle fell on the glass in front of the car and was quickly scraped to one side by the wiper, then it slips to the ground unwillingly. The mood also surged with the rain, sometimes excited for going home, sometimes worried about the journey. The car was so fast that we didn’t care about overspeed. Fine was a matter of the future. Today’s goal was to hurry up and enter the Hebei area. When the rain stopped and we saw the sun, we felt much brighter. Turn on the music, classic old songs are fluttering with rhythm all the way. Because of the eagerness to return, I didn’t feel that the long-distance journey of Lawton arrived home. Far away, my mother-in-law stood at the mouth of hutong. Dressed up to welcome us, she was very excited when she learned that we were going home for the festival, so she talked to everyone. Neighbors accompanied her and stood together to welcome us. She got off the bus and saw her grandson didn’t come back, A little bit of loss, hearing the laughter and laughter of our mutual blessing and greetings, made her unhappy in a flash, holding his son’s hand, looking at his daughter-in-law’s face, laughing and laughing, the third grandma, the neighbor with white hair, also came after hearing the news and said jokingly, “this wife is more watery than a few years ago, and the air outside is better. The water and soil in our North depression cannot support others! It made people all over the hutong laugh. It was not easy to go home. Every old man had to walk around. Without saying a few words, he hurried to his father’s place. As soon as he entered the factory door, his old figure came into view, he also saw my car the first time, wondering: Didn’t you say you won’t come back this year? I explained that there was something wrong with going home, so I took my father’s hand and sat beside him. My father took a teapot and poured water for me, happily looking like a child, the radio around me played that I couldn’t understand Beijing opera, so I turned it off for him to concentrate on his daily life. My father was inarticulate and looked a little serious because he had been a village cadre for many years. He was a little afraid of him when he was young, he stayed at a respectful distance from him. Now he has grown up. Looking at the old man with white hair in front of him, he is not as wise as that year, nor as wise as that year. He just smiled and looked at her daughter, delighted, appreciating, tears oozed from the corners of my eyes, and suddenly I felt that I had never been unfamiliar with my old father. The person who gave me life in front of me grew old in front of the years. What I could do, it is to hold every minute of his life tightly, to give him care, to give him warmth, and to let him enjoy the world. Another purpose of this trip was to hand over the keys to the house bought in the city. Because the householder had to sign, he had no choice but to say goodbye to the old man in a hurry. He rushed to the city that afternoon. After the handover, the dinner time arrived, we met with brothers and sisters-in-law who came from all directions in a hurry and had a rare reunion Mid-Autumn Festival. The dining table was full of rich wine and vegetables. The family met again after a long separation. They had no time to eat and said warm words, it resounded through the room all the time. The waitress was envious of us when she saw us happy. To be honest, we were proud of ourselves. Our brothers were scattered all over the world. It was not easy to get together once,, we will still eliminate all kinds of difficulties and get together timely to let the children know that there are relatives of their blood in distant places. The schedule is tight. The whole day, the size of the House, floor, wallpaper, decoration team, kitchen supplies, toilet supplies, sofa TV in the living room, etc. are all determined one by one, A meaningful Mid-Autumn Festival, in the drizzle, accompanied by family members, finished happily and fully, hurriedly, and set foot on the journey back to Shanxi. Crossing viaducts, passing long tunnels, driving on the road, coming and going in a hurry, taking running and running as a kind of happiness, happiness is everywhere! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…