When Xiao Banxian arrived at the flower hall, no one else was there, only Wu Hao, who was cooking tea, and said with a smile when he saw him: "Do you want to drink tea first or eat first?"

The monk made tea, and he was not surprised to see Chang Geng, as if he had expected him to come, he invited him to sit down with a pleasant face, poured him a cup of tea, and asked Xiao Shami to bring a pen and paper and a brazier for burning paper, and put on a posture of long talk.

Life has a hundred flavors, walking into Manjusri, it depends on how you and I blend the leisurely folk atmosphere with the leisurely ancient rhyme of Zen Buddhism, soak it into a pot of tea, and sip it deliciously.

Koharu opened the door and saw a carved square table of rosewood, Lord Lian sat opposite her, her slender fingers danced faintly, the teapot under her fingers flew up in the air, the tea lid was lifted slightly, and a trace of aura overflowed, accompanied by the fragrance of tea, permeating the entire Burrow. Koharu was not polite, walked to him and pulled out a chair and sat down, there was a teapot woven of iron wire and rattan in front of him, which was also made by Lord Lian, with exquisite workmanship and ancient meaning.

At this time, the sun is setting, the summer is beginning to harvest, all kinds of bonsai on the roof garden are newly sprinkled with water, the green leaves are oily, and there is a burst of fragrance, Yanxi chose a seat to sit down on the high platform behind, made a pot of tea, tasted tea in the wind, and waited quietly for the autumn.

Drinking tea under the paper window of the tiled house, clear spring green tea, with elegant ceramic tea sets, drinking with two or three people, half a day of leisure, can be worth ten years of dust dreams.

After drinking tea, and then continue to cultivate everyone's karma, whether it is for the name and profit, it is all right, but the occasional moment of Youyou is also indispensable, China eats more melon seeds when drinking tea, I think it is not very appropriate, and the things that can be eaten when drinking tea should be light "tea food".

On weekdays, he is dressed in white and snowy, clear and beautiful, without makeup, without great joy and sorrow, and without a heart of great enlightenment.

Or in the tea room, or in the study, or standing in front of the flowers, or sitting on the futon, cooking tea and warm wine, cooking words to cure hunger, talking with plants and trees, listening to the Buddha talk about Zen.

The sun outside the window is quiet, sit down, boil a pot of boiling water, brew a pu'er, and don't fight or disturb. Everywhere the wind passes, the red flies, and it is so beautiful that it is speechless.

Xiao Banxian smiled: "The tea idiot is you, not me." ”

When the little half-immortal walked across from Wu Hao and sat down, a maidservant girl immediately served a hot meal.

The Tang Dynasty was very particular about drinking tea, and Lu Yu also wrote a book of "The Book of Tea" to study it carefully, and at that time it was a decoction method, and in this dynasty, it was changed to a brewing method.

The tea I brewed, since it is the best tea, that is still the first spring Longjing, picked before the Qingming Festival, the buds burst out, like a lotus heart.

Before the Ming Dynasty, Longjing, also known as "Lotus Heart", I took the tea out.

A pot of fragrant tea must be soaked in spring water. Tea and fragrance increase, good tea and good water are a perfect match. Hold a cup of fragrant tea, see the spring water is clear, the water is oblique, and the fish is green. Take a sip of tea, refreshing people's hearts and spleen, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth. Tasting tea and watching the spring is refreshing. For a while, I had a little emotion.

Of course, the imperial tribute tea has long been introduced to the people, and the literati and writers have also been able to choose the words in the mist of Biluochun. At this time, on a late autumn afternoon when Shaohua was getting old, I wrote straight in the faint fragrance of tea: strong tea should be lightly tasted and clear tea, when the shallow incense is narrated, the legend in the mountains, and the bitterness slowly released the sedimentary thoughts.

Shen Manqing was impressively present, but when she saw her sitting in a moon-length skirt, with wide sleeves on her sideburns, she was surrounded by everyone, and she was generously cooking tea in the center of the stage. She is obviously familiar with the tea ceremony, the posture is smooth and graceful, grinding tea, boiling water, adding tea powder, ladle to remove foam, after three boiling, the aroma spreads, evenly poured into the bowl, the green tea soup color is pleasing to the heart, the heart is relaxed.

When Xiao Baorong was still the king of Xiaoyao Hui who was dressed in a plain robe and a book of poetry, whenever the plum blossoms in the house were just right, he would invite three or five friends, warm up a few pots of good wine, and take me to lie on the soft couch under the plum tree, chanting poems freely, behaving as elegant as plums, and smiling as clear as water.

As the saying goes, the taste of tea is the view of human nature, and the natural Taoism is also hidden in it. The old man in the twilight played a game of three or five, tasted a pot of fragrant tea, did not need to say too much, drank until tasteless, closed his eyes and recuperated, calm and calm.

Sometimes she is like the dew of a cup of camellia in the morning dawn in the small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River, and sometimes she is like a pu'er with an old age under the moonlight willows. Tea, yes, she is really like a pot of tea, although she has not yet passed through the world, she is so calm and indifferent, as if she can predict the future and know the world.

The courtyard is deep, I don't know the warmth and coldness of the world, and I don't know the geometry of life. Burn a furnace of old sandalwood, boil a pot of tea, listen to an ancient song, faint and far detached, only to feel that the world and the dust are separated by a thin wind, all thoughts are from the state of mind, from the state of mind and extinguished. Sitting cross-legged, green water and green mountains, clouds and mist seem to be right in front of me, I also reduced the mortal bones and mundane fetus, and transformed into a fairy wind.

Drinking tea is a good thing at all times. Tasting tea in the bright spring equinox is the freshest connotation of the young leaves at the beginning of the year, and when everything is early and long, there is no doubt that the quality of tea is also the best quality that has not caused dust. A cup of cold brew tea in summer, poured into the heart from the mouth, the heat is exhausted, and the whole body is as comfortable as drinking fairy dew. Not to mention the pot of fragrant wine that warms the spleen and stomach in winter, the warmth of that pulse is enough to dispel the depression that accompanies the bitter cold.

Or find a person who is entrusted to him for life, and hide with him in the mountains, bamboo huts, day and night. Transplanting the bluegrass of the pre-Qin Dynasty, the frost chrysanthemum of the Jin Dynasty, the lotus lotus of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the peony of the Tang Dynasty, the plum blossom of the Song Dynasty, taking the small pot of the Ming Dynasty, holding the spring rain of the Qing Dynasty, and boiling the Pu'er of the Republic of China.

When you hold a cup of fragrant tea, you immediately think of the magical tea saint Lu Yu, immediately think of the amorous tea-picking ballad, and immediately taste the Longjing of West Lake, the Biluo of Dongting, the Maofeng of Huangshan, the clouds and mist of Lushan, or Pu'er of Yunnan......

Drinking tea under the paper window of the tiled house, clear spring green tea, with elegant ceramic tea sets, drinking with two or three people, half a day of leisure, can be worth ten years of dust dreams.

Drinking tea and enjoying flowers under the spring sun is also quiet, and only the sound of tea soup can be heard. The incense in the furnace is more than halfway, and the spring breeze is everywhere, and some unsatisfactory things are also bright and clean. Yan fiddled with her jewels in the sunlight of the hall, quietly listening to me tell me about the old things of the old mountain village. Those people who have nothing to do with her, things that have nothing to do with her, but there is no sense of strangeness, as if she is also a person from the village, picking tea with me, listening to the play, and getting acquainted with this life.

The night is dark, the autumn rain knocks on the window, a moment of light, as if a lifetime has passed. There is no mother in the kitchen, and there is no warm wine and food before the meal, and the person who promised to live and die together does not know if he is still in love. Time is still there, there are endless vases of flowers on the desk, and tea is warm in the fire, everything is satisfactory.

One of the most interesting things in Japanese custom is the ritual of the tea ceremony, where each person kneels in a long room, and the tea maker uses a delicate tea set to make a prescribed and skillful movement to pour the last tea into the bowl, and pass it down in turn, taking three sips and a half of each until the end is exactly finished. There are knots in advance and retreat, in and out like a ritual, melting and venting, which really reminds people of the folk customs of the peaceful and prosperous era before the Tang and Song dynasties.

Wu Hao asked, "Don't you want to know where they went?"

Xiao Banxian said: "Where do you have hands and feet, why do you have to say hello to me." ”

Wu Hao poured himself a cup of tea: "They went to see someone." ”

The little half-immortal asked, "Who has such a big face?"

Wu Hao smiled: "It's your fiancée." ”

Xiao Banxian almost choked to death by a mouthful of rice: "You...... You said that the evil woman is also in Yangzhou?"

Wu Hao said: "Evil woman, you are really a tyrannical thing, but you do have a tacit understanding, Xiyan only arrived the day before yesterday." ”

The little half-immortal ran over 10,000 horses in his heart, and now he was embarrassed: "Why didn't you tell me last night?"

Wu Hao slapped his forehead: "Oh, I forgot, maybe I forgot because I was afraid that you would leak and escape." ”

Xiao Banxian snorted coldly: "Who leaked and escaped? ”

At this time, a lark flew in from outside and landed on Wu Hao's shoulder and chirped at him, Wu Hao narrowed his eyes: "Well, you naturally won't run away because of a woman, eat quickly, they are already on the way." ”

Xiao Banxian suddenly lost his appetite, and pushed the dishes and chopsticks: "Forget it, don't eat it." ”

When Mo Liunian saw Jiang Xiyan for the first time in Jiang's villa today, as a woman, she was attracted to her, her skin was not fair, but her facial features were particularly good-looking, and the most distinctive thing was that her smile revealed a kind of radiance, just like the emerald green jacket skirt she was wearing.

Building a house is indispensable for a verandah, when the wind and rain can give you a little place to maneuver, the summer night display rattan chairs and bamboo couches, you can cook tea with friends, or talk about foxes and ghosts with your family, tell the trivia of the well market, or interesting little stories, the taste of the bean shed melon rack is the most worthy of nostalgia.

At that time, the slanting sun was like blood, and the entire courtyard was dyed like a red sunset. Under this dream-like scenery, the two sons of the Gao family are drinking tea in the pavilion and playing Shuanglu, and there is also Shangshu Ling Hu Lu Hengjia, who often comes to visit the door, watching the battle.

Burn incense, close your eyes, and cross your knees to calm down. The freshly brewed tea is like the first lotus of green bamboo, and after tasting it, it makes people feel fragrant and relaxed. The room is clean, there are no many furnishings, a calligraphy and painting, a guqin, a few vases of flowers, and the heart is spotless. Although the flowers outside the window are not as bright as the spring, they are also red and purple in late autumn, and it is appropriate to express the feelings and have no desolate meaning.

Falling leaves and empty mountains, the years are late. Meizhuang meditates, burns incense and tastes tea, the days seem to be a simple repetition, but the scenery outside the window is clear and changes with time, deep and orderly. The streamer is lonely, it is really no tea and no joy, no tea and no quiet. Now I only feel that the woman's ambition is to be a simple and quiet person, comfortable in the hall and corridor, not running in the world, simple and quiet.

The mellow and heavy longing for love can only be realized when it is sipped slowly. Sometimes it is still inevitable to let a cup of good tea go away in vain, and it is a last resort, and it is ultimately a shame. Originally, I was waiting to enjoy a handful of new tea quietly, and the phone rang in the storm, but it was a mundane matter that had to be dealt with, and it may be discussed

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