Tea is a segment of life's deep fragrance, carrying the essence of nature, the nourishment of dew and rain, and the craftsmanship of artisans, transforming into the floating Landscape in the Teacup of connoisseurs.

And time is much like a Cup of aged White Tea. It carries the sediment of years, the joys and sorrows of stories, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, settling into different aromas on the journey of life.

I always thought that aged white tea should be matched with afternoons, dusks, carved windows, artistic flower arrangements, exquisite dishes, and simple women, or compared to men as clear wind and bright moon.

But upon truly encountering aged white tea, I saw its helplessness in the mundanity, nobility beyond the mundane, tranquility under quiet appreciation, and deliciousness in times of thirst.

When a bowl of tea blends the varied flavors of life, when people taste different kinds of tea aromas in a single cup of water, the taste of life is much like an endless story, an inexhaustible sentiment, unspeakable beauty, and a future full of anticipation…

The passing of time is like a cup of aged white tea, rich in flavor, writing the stories and happiness of the journey taken, as well as the bitterness and hardships along life's path.

When savoring it, you need to bring more respect and pursuit, more understanding and reverence, for only then can we follow the traces left by time and find the roots of our lives amidst the myriad vicissitudes of the world.

The scenery passed by, meetings are destined to happen; rain accompanies clouds, sun follows, life is a cultivation, and at the edge of the cloud-water horizon, there is a simple existence.

Listen to the tinkling of mountain springs, sit quietly with a cup of tea, watch idly as leaves fall. Even if it's a secluded path, so long as one can enjoy the fragrance of sunlight, you'll understand that every meeting and parting isn't by chance.

Let your heart be enveloped in the rising tea aroma, beside a stream of clear water, warm and tranquil, not tempted by the clamor of the mortal world, like fallen leaves, be silent roots nurturing a patch of soil.

In these little moments, a cup of rich aged white tea, a graceful melody, all chaos is forgiven. The sunshine seeps warmly through the heart's window, a faint scent letting the soul soak in, permeating the heart.

“If the world understood the way of tea, they would not envy immortals but aspire to be tea people.” In careful tasting, it seems all warmth is held hand-in-hand; it seems all encounters are engraved as beautiful beginnings. The mind of Bodhi has already blossomed into a lotus of purity.

The ups and downs of life converge within the cup, with a focused mind appreciating the flowers bloom, letting fate accept the arrangement of heaven.

The world may give you darkness, but it will return to you a canvas of purity. Carry a peaceful heart, with tolerance and compassion, indulging in a simple life.

The aroma of tea soothes an agitated heart. Now, you can leisurely appreciate the elegant posture of falling leaves, their high spirits and humility, “turning into spring mud to nurture the flowers,” using their bodies to deeply enrich this earth.

This is not a finale, but a settling within the clamor, hiding longing and anticipation, in the tumultuous years, shedding sleeves of dust, slowly, gradually repaying in the coming year.

The world may be fickle, there is no need to pander; human relationships may be warm or cold, there is no need to worry. Amidst all things, the heart is above all things. Listen to the tides rise and fall in the sea, laugh at the comings and goings of wild geese in the sky.

Indifferent to honor and disgrace, indifferent to departure and arrival, treat the impermanence of things with an ordinary heart. In the bustling and noisy world, one can still live simply and peacefully, enjoying life and living fully.

Each of us should, in a cup of tea and half a window of sparse shadows, let the clinking of lips and dishes weave a cup of tea that is just right, spending our springs and autumns in peace.

You may understand it, or not; time is like tea, life is akin to tea, and human nature is even more like tea.

The sedimentation of years allows each segment of life's journey to settle into a tea-like charm. The passage of time, the baptism of the world, also turns each of us into a kind of tea.

And when we savor these different tea aromas, watching the flourishing and fading of life, we come to understand the beginning and end of certain stories, how to seek our original intentions and find our home in a cup of tea.

Then, the comings and goings of some stories will be found in that wisp of tea aroma, thoughts pure and tranquil, returning to the dust…