During my leisure time, I enjoy brewing a Cup of clear Tea and sitting beside it, gazing intently at the leaves floating in the cup.

Each tender bud slowly unfurls, swaying and sinking with a myriad of postures, akin to the varied experiences of life.

The rising steam, like the misty drizzle of Qingming Festival, evokes an endless reverie and a meditative state. Through the smoky vapor ascending, one can't help but fall into boundless contemplation, as if entering a Zen-like realm.

A vivid image of a well-shaded landscape painting appears before my eyes, “In idle dreams of Jiangnan when plums ripen, the night boat's flute sounds amidst the rain and wind, voices at the bridge by the post station.”

In the ancient world, the aroma of tea and the scent of books were inseparable. “Sitting quietly to taste tea, flipping through pages of a book,” the scene of Drinking Tea in tranquility and reading books with joy is vividly portrayed.

Every enthusiast of Chinese traditional culture cannot resist the allure of tea's fragrance.

The elegant and understated tea room, with a tea table and a few wooden chairs, a line of incense burning and a pot of tea brewed, offers a space for solitary tasting or sharing with friends. Amidst the trivialities of daily life, this is where one can release their mood and find everything surprisingly harmonious.

One tea, one world; one taste, one life. Even with just a fleeting moment of leisure, one should savor the tranquility and freedom of the tea.

Time flows like water, yet the tea remains fragrant. Rising to lean out the window, I see the mist of spring rain outside. Turning back to the lingering tea fragrance, I realize that the bittersweet flavors of life are surpassed by the comfort of this tranquil cup of tea.

All will pass, all will return to tranquility silently, as if nothing ever happened… However, I believe that tea will always be my companion, and books and collections will remain my loyal friends!