The Past Is Like Tea

The past passes by in a hurry, Those past events that have not experienced wind and rain, Just like a cup of tea brewed with warm water, It has neither fragrance nor color, Not to mention leaving any traces in the vicissitudes of time, And those past events that have gone through wind and rain, Like a cup of tea brewed with boiling water, After many ups and downs in the boiling water, It will eventually release the fragrance of the four seasons. . . . . . .