This teahouse named "Old Tea Head" is actually the Yin Yang Ferry. Mother's sandalwood tea box contains Five Elements tea bags and tea spirit needles. She uses ginger tea to smoke noodles to treat night cries, uses cold brew tea to relieve anxiety, and even used solar term tea to break the battle in the transnational tea repair war. The faded tea pattern birthmark on her sleeves hides the secret of her unborn brother, the menstrual blood that suppresses evil, and the secret of spending half a lifetime of tea in exchange for my peace.
The new bud veins of the Houyuan Ling tea tree are exactly the same as those on my mother's palm. Whenever a tea cultivator passes away, the birthmark turns into tea leaves and is reborn. I touched the "earth vein seal" that fit in the palm of my hand and finally understood: Tea cultivation is not to suppress evil, but to use the temperature of tea soup to catch the broken soul.
The copper bell rang again, and figures emerged in the new tea mist. My mother once said: "Tea can be cooled for a long time, you can tell your worries, and dried tea leaves can grow flowers." Open this wooden door. No matter you are worried about the workplace, scars of childbirth, or alienated by technology - the joys and sorrows of the world, you will eventually need a cup of tea to get through it.
