Tea memories
Reminiscing about tea
Picking tea, carrying a basket, walking alone, stopping
The memories of fleeting years flow like water.
Green tea leaves, elegant tea fragrance,
Maybe everything is just my pretense.
In the old teahouse, in the mottled and incomplete world,
I'm wandering around looking for the footsteps of old memories.
My memories
In the long corridor, in the countless ancient windows
Hiding quietly or burying.
Cook tea
Cover with water, smell the fragrance of tea, hold the cup, and remember quietly
Carved table, cool tea.
Celadon tea bowl,
How many depths of fate can be contained.
Simple patterns,
How many traces of lovesickness are engraved.
A cup of tea, a look back, an encounter
The apricot blossoms and mist in the south of the Yangtze River, an unexpected encounter
Just a quiet moment,
The tea is tasteless and the water is a memory.
Tea boiling
The tea boils, the dream wakes up, and the fleeting memories are shattered.
Whose window did this red peach pass by?
Whose longing is sent to this spring swallow?
Make a fire of fate and boil a pot of clouds and water to love you,
The encounter with the lingering fragrance of tea infuses the hazy memory.
Only in the end did I understand:
You and I just missed a narrow period of time
From now on, I will bloom my beauty, and you will taste your beauty.
Tea sad
The pot is broken, the tea is spilled, the aroma of tea fills the room, and it is difficult to collect the water.
Broken, broken. The fate between you and me
Cleared, cleared. Three thousand copies of obsession
The sigh of fallen flowers on the ground, a bowl of tasteless tea
What is left behind?
A piece of heart fragrance, incomplete tidbits
Tea memories
A pot of tea, a memory
A look back and a feeling of lovesickness
I am making tea in my life
Is it tea or plain water. . . . . .