Cook a

Not waiting for the fallen flowers, not waiting for the autumn moon, this autumn, I am only responsible for cooking a pot of clear and light tea, waiting for a person to walk from the vast mountains and rivers. The wind only blows around the deep mountains, and autumn becomes deep. The falling sunshine, wandering clouds and dead leaves all have the smell of autumn. Boil a pot of tea and write a quiet poem along the traces of autumn. But everyone knows that this kind of poetic heart lacks the most special taste except tea fragrance and autumn. Listening to tea friends talking about Pu’er tea, he said: raw tea is a wild and unruly horse, and sitting on its back will be an adventure of ups and downs all the way. It is flamboyant and proud. You can’t predict whether you will be surprised or disappointed next second. Because of this, people are always looking forward to it. Cooked tea? Ripe tea can only be a gentle donkey. It will be at ease, warm and friendly like an old man. However, I fell in love with cooked tea because of bad intestines and stomach, because of its proper and gentle nature. You can rush for hundreds of times in crazy and exciting games, and look arrogant like a princess wearing beautiful high heels, but in the end, you have to go back to reality and take off your arrogant posture, live in a safer and safer way. When I said to buy a teapot, he went to the tea market to find it. When he came back, he brought back some ripe ones, sweet osmanthus, rose and jasmine. Every afternoon, when the sun shines into the house, I will boil water and prepare tea. I like watching the moment when tea meets, tea stretches its muscles and bones because of the nourishment of water, and water becomes bright and beautiful because of the color of tea. It is said that women are like water, where are men? The man should be tea. After picking, frying and baking, he put it on the shelf, waiting for a gentle and delicate woman like water to warm his dry heart and comfort his reserved and silent soul. In this autumn, I looked at the sky of the city again and again. Sometimes it was rainy and sometimes it was sunny. I walked around the streets again and again, looking at the people coming and going on the road. I knew that no one was you, and no one could be you. Therefore, I used to cook tea. Looking at the ups and downs of pieces of tea leaves, leaning against the thick tea fragrance, reading some words lazily, sometimes reading out of mind, I don’t know where I went. If you are not lonely, how can you be lonely? Before tea arrives, water also has a world of water. When he experienced the wind and sun in the remote mountains, the high temperature frying of a big pot and the poison of the Sun, he then pressed it tightly and stood there in a perfect packaging. He only needs a pure boiling water to comfort his suffering and tired heart, and a gentle hug to let him release and rely peacefully and warmly. As for water, it may be pure and sweet deep mountain spring, or it may be just ordinary tap water. Before meeting tea, she had no idea that she could be so soft, put down all the guard and impulse, and become quiet and gentle. She watched him stretch his body and body bit by bit, becoming full bit by bit, and finally regained his emerald appearance. If water is already tempted when it meets tea, then the love at this time is a deeper understanding. We experienced boiling together and went to plain. The time when happiness depends on each other is similar to this warm afternoon. The sunshine is very quiet and the wind is very light. You are not in a hurry to pass by the distance, and I am waiting here at ease. You are tea, I am water, I will make you in this life. No matter you are an old tree raw tea that is hard to tame or a gentle and tasteless aged ripe tea, if you meet it, please remember that the cup of tea soup that we did not renew last life will continue in this life. Boil a pot of water, I will wait for someone who is like tea. Autumn is deep, then winter; Winter is over, then next year. The water of time is very deep. If you can’t meet you until you go deep, then let time fly faster, let flowers bloom faster, grass wither faster, and your steps also go faster. In autumn, boil a pot of tea, wait for someone to watch a tea story. Wen/Xi Zui shallow dream Pen: 2015.9.24 QQ:2456636523 like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) spring snow

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