In the long river of life, Tea is more than just a drink to quench thirst; it embodies a philosophy of life, a bond of emotion, and a witness to the passage of time.
From youthful exuberance to white-haired wisdom, tea always presents itself in different forms, integrating into every significant moment of our lives, offering us various insights and inspirations.
In our youthful years, tea is the laughter at gatherings with friends, the silent strength before embarking on our dreams.
At that time, tea is like youth itself, carrying the bitterness of first experiencing the world and the Sweetness of boundless hope for the future. Around the tea table, there is unadulterated sincerity, the last carefree moments before the clash between dreams and reality.
In middle age, tea becomes the medium for reuniting with old friends, a gentle comfort in the midst of weary life. In the steaming tea, we learn to savor the bittersweetness of life and understand the truth that “tea should be enjoyed while hot, live in the present.”
In the aroma of tea, the sharp edges are softened by time, leaving behind a profound understanding and appreciation of life.
In our forties, the tea table gains a sense of composure and restraint.
Tea, like a mirror, reflects the fluctuations and gains and losses of life. With tea by our side, we begin to let go, comprehending the deeper meaning of “there is rise and fall in tea, the wise are not confused.”
Each raise of the Cup is a look back at the past and a calm anticipation of the future.
In our fifties, tea becomes a bridge connecting the past and the future, a witness to the cycle of life. Amidst the lingering fragrance of tea, we learn to reconcile with ourselves, understanding that no matter how far we travel, our roots remain here.
Tea becomes a ritual, a tribute to the past and an expectation for the future.
By the time we reach our sixties, Drinking Tea becomes a routine of life, a manifestation of tranquility.
In the world of tea, right and wrong, joy and sorrow become insignificant, leaving only the peace and release of “where tea is not transplanted, its roots are here.”
In our seventies, tea is like an old friend, accompanying us as we revisit the details of our lives. Every sip is a story, a reminiscence of the past and a cherishing of the present.
At this stage, tea does not require elaborate utensils; a simple bowl of coarse tea is enough to bring contentment.
Whether in a million-dollar tea room or a humble thatched hut, tea always finds its unique way to bring us inner peace and serenity.
In the realm of tea, there is no hierarchy of status, no burden of the past, only the purity and freedom of the present moment.
We learn to let go in tea, to face the myriad aspects of life with an ordinary heart. On this path, let us together refrain from saying that the way of tea is difficult, and simply enjoy our tea.