I have a teahouse.

I have a teahouse, facing the window, where the mountains and rivers are green, which has always been what I want. On rainy days, the leaves are more lush, but the fog is lingering. Holding a cup of tea and staring at the beautiful green by the window makes me feel very comfortable. It's always been what I want to rely on green every day.

I have a teahouse, which is all mine. If I have it, I will have all my feelings. Relax and think; Meditate. Tidy up your mood and adjust your mentality. No matter how the day is interpreted, I just want to make tea quietly, drink tea quietly and enjoy the quiet, serene and indifferent afternoon tea time. Because people are naturally hesitant, only in today's society do they need self-cultivation and self-correction. Only in this way can they take their time in the future.

I have a teahouse. Get up every morning without brushing or washing, and sit in a daze for a while. Look at the faint color of the one-meter sunlight falling on the teapot through the gauze curtain. It's so charming that I'm sleepy and intoxicated by last night's tea affair. Take a sip of tea, and a beautiful day begins again! In summer, the southeast wind often patronizes my teahouse. In the afternoon when I don't go to work, I drink tea and read books and enjoy a good time. At night when the lights are on, the pot is burning to make tea. Under the soft light, the light is dim, people are dim, and the teahouse is dim. To hell with all the troubles in the world, don't think about it!

I like tea for a long time. In my memory, my grandmother used a briquette stove to boil water every day, filled it with a 10 thermos bottle, and then made a big cup of tea and put it there. Grandparents like drinking tea very much. They like to drink a lot and have a good time. There are always old-fashioned earth cups on the dining table in my hometown kitchen. I always take a sip of comfort after school and before eating every day. Sometimes children will play games and sweat after crazy play. After returning home, they picked up the teacups, plunged into them and drank in the air. The refreshing feeling is that they are comfortable from head to toe. At that time, tea was the best drink for me, which could quench my thirst, fill my childhood with memories of tea, and I could smell the fragrance of tea from time to time.

When I was a child, there was only green tea at home, which was not as rich as the variety of tea now, and I would not be so particular about drinking tea, let alone having a teahouse. Now, I have my own teahouse, which is neither too big nor too small, just right. I accepted the good tea sent by my friend, which filled the tea room with tea fragrance. In ancient times, there was the lofty sentiments of "waiting for the bright moon in the middle of the mountain, and rewarding friends with green tea", and the deep feelings of "waiting for the spring breeze in February and March, knocking on the fire to try new tea". Invite three or five confidants today and bring tea to the wind. Tea talks about tea, tea can be said. What, are you stronger than me? !

? "Cold night guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling at the beginning of the fire. As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. " Du Lei's poems describe friends going to a teahouse. Perhaps the moonlight projected on the window is no different from usual, just because friends come in the cold night and plum blossoms quietly open, which makes the moonlight look particularly different tonight. This has nothing to do with whether I am humble or not, but only with the exchange of feelings and hearts. This is the artistic conception of the tea party. Maybe one day, "green lights burn windows, tea is served and snow falls", meet friends to have tea together and listen to the sound of snow falling. What kind of artistic conception is it? Outside, snowflakes are flying, far away and silent; In the room, a small burning stove is cooking tea and listening to the snow. This tea is fragrant and warm. But I don't know if Lu You ever knew that this scene was so desirable, so intoxicating and enjoyable. Listening to the rustling snowflakes outside the window, the waiting time becomes warm and poetic. Can such a picture have Zhang Kejiu's feeling that "the taste of tea is at the root of the tongue and the taste of poetry is in front of us"? Although I don't have the way of Zhang Kejiu, and I don't see poems everywhere in my heart, the poems in the teahouse surround me. Whenever I drink tea alone at night, when the atmosphere comes up, I may be able to touch some poetry.

Life is not just the present, but also tea and teahouse. "Charm tea flows across the river, water boils, I hope the flowers remain the same, and people are idle. Bai Yueguang, a stranger beyond the dust, is full of tea. Make a pot of literal tea, drink tea in the sunset, greet and warm. Wine is in flowers, friends are in tea, and dreams are in service. There is no trace of tea, so there is no need for taste. Especially gentle hands, slow mouth when drinking lightly, everyone is happy. -tea language. "

? I have a teahouse, which has nothing to do with prosperity or getting ahead. I just want to be a happy person in the world in my life.