Tea is a broad concept that contains too many contents and factors.

Drinking tea is a dialogue between the mind and the object.

Tea is silent, and drinkers should know how to respect each tea with care. It is like a person trying to understand another person who is destined to understand him, whether he is noble or lowly or not, he can find something to respect and appreciate in him.

The tea is not dry, quiet and serene, and the drinker should have a conversation with the tea without any perfunctory. Through the accumulation of tea knowledge, it may be easy to understand the category, origin, and process of a tea.

Tea is fragrant, and drinkers need to be full of respect and gratitude for fate for everything about tea. Whether it is tea utensils, tea snacks, or friends who enjoy the same taste and appreciation around them, they are all mixed with the taste of tea.

After all, tea has a personality, not a commodity carved out of a mold, just like everyone, has their own experience and characteristics, just like the world can't find two identical leaves.

The mood of the drinker to enjoy the tea is made possible by a certain chance and emotional cooperation. Therefore, in a person's life, there will be no more encounters with the same second time.

Tea is selfless, and the drinker should have a clear mind and a tolerant mind, so as to prevent trivial grievances and vague expectations of indulgence and chaos from disturbing people's minds and becoming impetuous, and unable to bear to be quiet and light.

Nong Tianyi said that he only hopes to understand tea and cherish every tea.

It seems to be a simple sentence, but it is full of the flavor of life.

In fact, tea is not a so-called aristocracy, or a petty bourgeoisie, or a chivalrous, or a shi, or any other symbol. Maybe one day, after drinking tea, I can finally learn to respect all things from tea, and also know how to respect myself and others, be grateful for fate, cherish life, be calm, and be sober and rational. I am afraid that only at this time can a person be qualified to talk about the "Tao" of tea.

In the spring, those sprouting new teas, poking out their pointed heads, obsessed with the lofty clouds, pure in the verdant, innocent in the green, how much like Nong Tianyi's childhood!

A cup of tea that has just been brewed, jumping up and down in the tea that has not been deeply involved in the world, the recklessness of not knowing the world, how not like a young teenager and young man. As Nong Tianyi's grandmother said, at this time, don't think that when a person enters the "big tea" of society, he thinks that he understands life and even embraces the whole of life, it is still early!

In fact, some people are just a small tea leaf floating on the surface of the water at this time!

Nong Tian remembered what his grandmother said, how thick the cup is, how deep the water is, enough for a person to die and live to toss the remaining time!

After steeping for a while, the tea begins to slowly settle in the middle of the cup, which indicates that the middle age of a person's life has come. Of course, there is less recklessness and more maturity, because middle age is soaked in the taste of life, it is difficult to float, but it is easy to sink. The tea is fragrant, the color of life is golden, and the taste is endless.

At this time, perhaps a person's dream is continuing, the power is radiating, and the tentacles of seeking are extending and climbing around the cup...... The tea flavor is pure and long.

When a person doesn't have time to savor a cup of tea, soon, the tea has sunk to the bottom of the cup, and the twilight of life comes unexpectedly. The color of life fades and becomes clear, like a glass of water, the fragrance is gone, and how many sweet past events have disappeared or sunk to the bottom of the cup.

A person is in a trance only at the bottom of the cup of life, slowly chewing the process of precipitation, feeling that "how many things in ancient and modern times are paid in laughter......

Tea is shaped by leaves, water is the quality, rhyme is the sex, and stillness is the instrument. Tea is like a person, the leaves are different, the flavors are different, some are like needles, such as branches, some are fresh, and some are rich. People are like tea, Vientiane is different, there are different lines, there are Dong Shi and Pan An, there are Yushu Linfeng, there are sloppy dwarfs, there are many people who have a happy life, and there are countless people who have gone through ups and downs.

Take a closer look at a cup of tea!

The tea style is myriad, and the color of the tea in the cup is also different. Then you might as well make a piece of tea, fragrant to the world, so that the world can feel its pure greenery......

A tea leaf looks so small, so delicate, so insignificant—like a short human life, but so wonderful. When it is placed in a cup, once it is fused with water, it releases its own unique color, completing its full value. The same is true for people, whether rich or poor, sooner or later, they must dissolve into this unpredictable rolling red dust, and complete their lives in the process of dissolving and blending.

Fate does not deliberately pay attention to everyone, just like few people care about every tea leaf in the cup when drinking tea......

Whether it is a young man, a rich youth, a golden middle-aged, or an old man who is gradually quiet and unwanted, the beauty of tea lies in the peace of mind, with a pure and tranquil ordinary heart like tea to perceive the world, look at life, and arrive at the distant ......

Nonglu once said that Chudi tea has always been cheaper. The reason for this is that the key point is to treat tea as a general commodity to operate, to develop tea on tea, to make a fuss about tea culture is not enough, the tea brand is insufficient, the spirit of tea is shallow and vulgar, and most of the people are just to quench their thirst and refresh themselves and plant tea, make tea, and buy tea. Therefore, this unfavourable situation must be reversed.

Under the cover of verdant mountains and rivers, the breeze comes slowly, and the birdsong is crisp and tender. Every time I walk in the mountains and streams, every time I pass by the old stone bridge, I look at the overlord grass that can be seen everywhere, and the bundles of swaying green arrows are like cold light piercing the sky, forcing the vastness, cold and calm, penetrating the spring and autumn wrapped in time, Nong Tianyi's heart will give birth to infinite awe and emotion.

From a distance, the pond looks like a fan. Weeping willows dot the surroundings and hug each other, like a fluttering cloak on the chest of a pond. The repeated chanting of the mountain wind sends a new rhyme here, and those falling branches stretch the back of the mountain even shorter. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and one side is on a slope, and the part of the mountain is craggy and steep, like a stone wall rising from a pond. The water slowly accumulates the things in the mountains, and it never makes a noise.

A winding mountain stone road, like slender eyebrows, reaches the forehead of the pond, and there is no extra way to go in or out.

The lotus flowers are dotted with stars, and the fragrance is overflowing. Suddenly, a waterfowl skimmed the surface of the water, startled a waterline, tearing out a wrinkle on the surface of the pond, and then dissipated.

Under the slanting sun, the mountain shadow turned his body upside down, burying the heavy volume in the illusory image. Nong Tianyi tore off a grass stem, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and seemed to find an unpalatable bitter grass flavor in the greenness, which went straight to the Adam's apple.

There is a piece of bluestone that highlights the surface of the water, and the calmness in Zen obviously calms the flow of water. Insects as thin as cicada wings occasionally crawl through the world held by the clear water in the pool, and the delicate watery wrinkles need to be observed quietly to capture their footprints. After a while, the evening breeze passed overhead, dancing with moisture in his hair, and at this moment the green droplets of water were like necklaces strung around the neck of the pond, spinning, occasionally rolling a few times, like a long string of agate.

A touch of remnant sun, gilded with golden lace on it, is a little dazzling. In the midst of the calm, pull out a touch of emotion.

Nong Tianyi became curious about everything in the mountains, until he became obsessed, and then felt more and more that the holy water of the fairy mountain was so sacred. As we age, the tentacles of this mind become more acute. The taste of youth, in a corner of the wild mountains, looks at the Taoyuan bamboo forest surrounded by countless crazy "overlord" world.

At the foot of Fengshan Mountain, where the Fu River flows, it was once the place where the sword was forged in the Chu State, and there was a plant with extremely strong vitality, which was called Overlord Grass. Its shape is tall and flexible, the color is like jasper, and there is no superfluous ornamentation, like a group of fronts shooting a volley, awe-inspiring emerald wall sword. The skirt of the snow-white and green leaves is extremely sharp, and if you are not careful, it is easy to scratch people.

Overlord grass is a fairy grass endowed with divine light.

"There are vines and grasses in the wilderness, and cattle and sheep on the slopes; There are vines and grass in the wild, and the beauty is clear. "The slopes are full of cattle and sheep, and the bells are ringing, and the weeds are spreading. If it is in the clear light under the moon, it is like the beauty Yu Ji looking forward to it, leaving an aftertaste, and the shadow is long, prompting ancient thoughts. Wasteland, thin slopes, rocks, cliffs...... In the steep scenery, the wildflowers are clustered and the overlord dances in the wind, it is not only the overlord of the grass, but also an ordinary mountain grass.

Will it also lament the bad fate? It's like the overlord of Western Chu looking up to the sky and shouting: "The times are not good, but what if you can!" "Will you also maintain a never-give-up, never-say-die domineering spirit and ambition to fight?!

Every spring in March and midsummer, this distant mountain, this green water, in the chest, all over the mountains are the world of overlord grass. It is like the resurrection of the overlord of Western Chu, the heroes are competing for the deer, all under the banner of the overlord, the horse is bent and the bow is bent, the sword is in hand, the war horse neighs, and the enemy is running.

From late summer to early autumn, the overlord grass with raised ears is like the beauty of reed flowers flying lightly, like strayed into the splash of white flowers. To be savored, its flying state is just like the appearance of the old white man after the vicissitudes of life.

At the foot of the mountain, there are a few farmhouses living sporadically, and Nong Tianyi occasionally rests here to talk with fellow villagers and talk about their parents' shortcomings. On the winding and undulating mountain road, looking up at the first line of sky not far away, he often unintentionally feels a little lonely.

According to legend, there is an infatuated woman who sits on the hill every day, looking into the distance, she hopes that one day a miracle will appear, the beloved boy who went away from home, like a gold star shining in her pupils. Year after year, the boy who was a soldier never appeared in the mountain pass opposite the door.

But she was not discouraged, as if by the will of God, she was intelligent, tenacious, and skillfully placed a deep affection in her own way. She suddenly had a whim, took local materials, used the overlord grass on the mountain, and carefully compiled a wreath of heroes after material selection, kneading, drying, air drying and other procedures.

She thought that when he returned from the horse, she would give him a surprise: to wrap the loyal overlord grass stem with clean longing and golden yellow, to outline the strings of lovesickness, to smear the wound with the domineering spirit of a sword, and to smear the wound with a dye like a mountain red, and then to use grass green as the base, like a quiet grassland yurt, to wear on the top of his head.

She imagined that the streamers were like a gust of wind, sweeping away the sword light and sword shadows of yesterday, and it was like the silver-white moonlight in the courtyard, infusing the breath of the mountains into it, warming it and making it as warm as ever.

This sad and poignant story is sometimes resurrected and sometimes flashed in the fragments of Nong Tianyi's memory......

A few years ago, Nong Tianyi brought a bundle of overlord grass from the mountains back to the city, just to realize the taste of what was once simple and simple. He carefully pulled out a few dried yellow leaves, and the leaf buds that were as light as a feather were placed in the palm of his hand, but they were extraordinarily textured, and they seemed to be heavy.

He played for a long time, and suddenly remembered his childhood game, so he tore the green leaves at both ends of the stem in the middle of the blade of grass for a short distance, and then bent it ninety degrees, and the stem protruded, like a sharp sword. Then put it on the side of the tiger's mouth, gently twist the index finger and thumb, and stretch out the two fingers of the other hand to assist in exerting force.

Maybe it's because he hasn't played such a game for too long, and it's relatively rusty, Nong Tianyi actually cut his fingers, oozing tiny beads of blood. Looking at the red blood beads rolling on his skin, his thoughts couldn't help but return to the deep mountains, the homeland full of greenery.

Autumn has passed, and Nongtian is a little cold.