Cicada of the summer is singing song,firefly fly.Yearning the ancients,even want to become the ancients, anxious day "picking chrysanthemums Dongli", see "Jiangliu heaven and earth, the mountains without" natural beauty. Only life is not the the Peach Garden, can only silently staring out the window of the bright and dark clouds, see a piece of light green leaves, into the quiet blue sky.
Like tea, most like quiet. But as Mr Lu Xun says, "I want to find a quiet spot in confusion, but it is really not easy." Think in this trivial life, only to find their own well-being, easier said than done.
As the bubble a pot of tea, listening to a song, if not in the noise of the earth, let your heart quiet down, if it is very difficult to hear the melodious musical notes, it is difficult to taste the sweet tea in the long. They prefer to be alone time, let the quiet of themselves and the sky clouds dialogue, feel as if their stand in groups on the green grass, thoroughly clean the dirt block.
Gu Cheng once such praise, "living in this precious world, human and plant as happiness, love and rain as happy." Let the past quietly down, to Zen cloud complex, sprinkle in a cup of distant aftertaste of tea, a first bit touching song. Tea like music like tea, misty, intertwined music and life.
The setting sun is dazzling,
Let a person quiet in the room filled out.
In such a summer,
There are memories from the bottom of my heart, and then slip away.
Listening to the song, tea products,
Relative to the true self,
Relative to a good loneliness,
The melody of life in music,
Read your heart in the tea.