Yusheng Tea House, a cup of tea, ups and downs like life.
A story disappeared into the wind in the deserted road of Jue City.
It floats and sinks, is both sweet and astringent.
Legend has it that the hostess in the Yusheng Teahouse was wearing an antique Phoenix cheongsam. Just when the wind chime in front of the sandalwood door rings, I am waiting for a destined person, listening to a story about the past life and offering a cup of tea for the rest of my life.