Black tea composition

Chapter 1: Black Tea

I love tea, I love tea tasting, and I am even more obsessed with tea. However, my favorite is tasting black tea. The taste of that tea is really changeable.

Just last semester, Yi Zi-fung and other members of the tea art team, led by Teacher Yi, once arrived at the tea art room. I sat in front of Mr. Yi and watched his every move. Mr. Yi taught us how to make tea while making tea. After teacher Yi told us, she introduced us to different kinds of tea, such as black tea, green tea, yellow tea and scented tea. When Mr. Yi said this, he poured the tea from the Sancai cup, and I couldn't help wondering: Why did you pour the first cup of tea? What a waste! Teacher Yi seems to have guessed my question and said, "Why do you want to pour out the first cup of tea? Because some teas can only be drunk after washing, but a small part of them can be drunk directly without washing tea. "

We drank black tea first, and we drank the second cup. Unexpectedly, it was a little bitter. It seems that the second cup didn't make me feel perfect. After drinking it, I quickly dumped the water on my tongue. I guess in my heart: the next cup will not taste good either. I might as well not drink it, rather than this tea is more bitter than Chinese medicine.

here comes the third cup, so I decided to wait. What I didn't expect was that many people said, "Wow! It's amazing, it's a little sweet! " My mouth is open in an "O" shape. I didn't believe it, so I took a sip myself. Really, it was a little sweet. I drank the fourth and fifth cups with curiosity, but each one was sweeter than the other. A new question was born in my heart: why does it get sweeter as you drink it? It turned out that the reason why the first cup was so bitter as Chinese medicine was because the tea was not completely soaked, and gradually, it was separated, so it was not so bitter. After drinking tea, you can also eat some sweets!

Just like Lu Tong, the author of "Writing to Thank Meng for Advising and Sending New Tea", after drinking the tea, that product had such a detailed feeling. Who can have such a high feeling?

Then, we tasted other teas. As I expected, the more we drank, the sweeter it became!

The taste of tea is so wonderful that it deserves our careful taste.

chapter 2: black tea

today, my mother made me a refreshing cup of black tea and told me to observe it carefully.

Mom first showed me a handful of unsweetened tea. Tea leaves are rolled up, thin and small, and more lovable than withered grass. Mother put the tea in and poured some boiled water. Ah, a group of tea leaves slowly, like a piece of tea leaves the tree mother, scattered by the wind, very beautiful. After the tea leaves have fallen, there is a layer above and a layer below. Mother picked up the cup and shook it, and the tea turned like a merry-go-round, which was particularly interesting. After a while, the boiled water changed from transparent to reddish brown, which was the color of amber. Under the light, there is a golden dot that "winks" and "shakes its head", which is extremely cute. I smelled it. "Ah, it smells good!" A fragrance quickly spread out in my nose, and it smells really comfortable. I couldn't resist the temptation and took a bite. Ah! A sweet smell and a sweet smell "travel" in my mouth. Warm, like a hot water nozzle; Sweet as a spoonful of nectar. It's delicious I think, this year's "best tea of the year" belongs to it. Wow, hahahaha!

black tea, everything is so good and charming. I want to give it to those who love me, thank God, and let them "angels" who guard me grow up with me!

Chapter 3: Black Tea

On the road of life, it is inevitable that some unpleasant and unsatisfactory things will happen. In fact, these are not important. What matters is our attitude towards these things.

I once read an article called < A glass of water >: An American named Mike was in a terrible mood since he lost his job. In order to get rid of the pain in his heart, he went to the town priest and looked for a way to get rid of it. After listening to Mike's story, the priest took him into an old hut with a glass of water on the only table in the room. The priest smiled and said, "Look at this glass of water. It has been here for a long time. Almost every day, dust falls in it, but it is still clear and transparent. Do you know why? " Mike thought hard, as if to see through this glass of water. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized, "I see, all the dust has sunk to the bottom of the glass."

on the long road of life, we need to experience many things, but some things can be forgotten; Some things are hard to forget. Since you can't forget them, remember them, let them settle in your heart and become eternal memories. And slowly accept them with a tolerant heart and let them settle down, so that you will have a bright future, and your heart will become more pure and full because of these memories. However, it is difficult to be a person who will precipitate himself, because we are often depressed for a little trifle, resentful and even intrigued. I am such a person in my life. I will be sad for two or three months for failing an exam; Break up with your classmates for a quarrel; For an unpleasant experience, we have to pull a long face all day ... Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who can precipitate themselves in society. I think this has a direct relationship with the fierce competition in society ...

But in any case, we must learn to face life calmly. Only in this way can our life become more beautiful!

article 4: black tea

every quiet afternoon, make a pot of black tea, and cut off a piece of lemon and put it in it. Place it in a place where the sun can shine. What a touching day. I lie on the wooden chair and squint my eyes to have a rest ... The fleeting youth like the wind, the years drifting like water, the boat of life ups and downs, willing to ride the wind and waves, loading sails, but there are obstacles to silting the cliff. At night, black tea has precipitated a deeper color, and the unpredictable dark color permeates the cold. At the beginning of the gathering of Huaguang, in the dead of night, along the way, the breeze is full of sleeves. Only Yue Hui, who has been hanging high for thousands of years, is touching the tired heartstrings. Quietly swaying with the wind, immersed in the baptism of the slow evening wind.

gently and slowly shaking, shaking the cold Yue Hui, so falling snow, dotted in the thick hair. Suddenly, it seems to be April. When I opened my eyes, I found that a large plain cloud covered the sun. At hand, it is an open anthology. My favorite should be Lin Huiyin. I often listen to those pure poems singing in front of the window lattice: "You are the flower of a tree, you are the swallow whispering among the beams-you are love, warmth, hope, and you are the April day on earth!" Blooming flowers praise hope and convey the harmony of love, just like the traces of clouds and the soft waves of waves. It seems that the Spring Scene of the Ancient City from Out of the Window has been reproduced, and the shadow of the model has appeared. I know that someone has rustled down a Peach Blossom under A Sunshine.

Maybe she still can't forget the "Delay" of "Walking Alone in October". Walking through the wind, what is left behind is a pearl-like shining chapter. The past is like smoke, like poetic thoughts, like floating clouds drifting leisurely, weaving a dense net to catch my smart and sad heart. Slightly rippling, it is the reflection of smoke waves in the heart lake, which can be seen at a glance. After ups and downs, afternoon tea, cappuccino, Danish crisp, French cheese … Those beautiful smiles are carved in my heart and will never be erased. I picked up a touch of happiness: you are an April day on earth.