Everyone may have a serene and elegant retreat in their eyes

Capable of accommodating lush foliage, capable of holding fragrant wisps.

The body and mind rest here, uninvolved with worldly affairs.

There's a vast universe in Tea, and a long passage of time in the Teapot. One leaf of tea, a world of verdant green; one cup of tea, an incense of years; one tasting, a transparent realization.

One leaf of tea rises and falls, like the undulations of life; a wisp of fragrance lingers, akin to the twists and turns of daily life; one cup of water, hot or cold, resembles the warmth or coolness of human relationships; one life comes to its resting place, a practice of Zen.

Indeed, life is like tea, and tea is like life.

Everyone may have a serene and elegant retreat in their eyes, capable of accommodating lush foliage, capable of holding fragrant wisps, where the body and mind rest, uninvolved with worldly affairs.

Like sipping a fragrant tea, tasting the sense of heaven and earth, understanding the bitterness and sweetness of life, with a gentle breeze dancing in the palm, and the moon slicing through the fingertips, enjoying it in tranquility; everyone might have a tranquil sanctuary within, capable of receiving chants that linger, capable of listening to whispers from the heart, where the soul sleeps, detached from the mundane.

Similar to tasting a Zen tea, fragrance clears the mind, green waves purify the source of the heart, a long river flows through the chest, and sunset colors the emotions, delving into the moment with passion.

Finding freedom amidst prosperity, obtaining an elegant state of mind in tranquility. This is not just a refreshing and pleasant life, but also a liberated and broad-minded realm.

I have a cup of tea, enough to comfort the weary.

I most enjoy sitting quietly by the window during leisure times, brewing a cup of clear tea. Whether strong or light, not for the sake of pretentious sophistication nor to quench thirst, but simply for the heart's whim.

Seeking my own joy, enjoying the softness of indulgence, in the misty aroma of the tea, the noisy world gradually quiets and disperses, and the superficiality of convention slowly fades away.

Sipping slowly, tasting the richness of life, conversing with the purity of existence, savoring a life of light and shade, unraveling matters of the heart, clear and simple, the taste of tea reveals the way of Zen, the warmth and bitterness known only to oneself.

Life is like tea. Tea, a spiritual creature of nature, nurtured by wind, rain, fog, and dew, absorbing the essence of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon, carefully picked and crafted with heart and soul, gathering the fragrance of branches and leaves at their prime, its spirit is transparent and clear, though made of tiny fragments, each leaf and piece is precious;

People, the pinnacle of life, endowed with the bloodline of parents and the grace of fate, bearing the responsibilities of family, country, and society, possessing the posture of thought and action, form their own scenery, even if humble, life is extremely difficult, every moment is invaluable.

A short life, if lived with the demeanor of tea, and with the integrity of tea as its end, such a life is the true essence of being.

Life is like tea. Tea always has a spirited nature, regardless of size or shape, once immersed in water, it becomes a fresh green wave.

At the same time, a subtle and delicate fragrance surrounds it, restoring its appearance from when it was on the branch, showcasing its plain nature, returning to its original essence, presenting a pure and interesting world, its fragrance wafts both inside and outside the room, its flavor rich in a single cup.

It provides the freshness of a breeze and the clarity of the moon, teaches one to be at ease and content, makes one appreciate its lingering charm, and offers the warmth of perpetual spring. This must be the original intention of tea.

And what about human life? Isn't it a leaf steeped in clear tea? The heart is as simple and pure as tea, the emotions as green and rippling as tea, the soul as fragrant and misty as tea, perhaps this is the true essence of life.

A life like tea is indeed a graceful realm of comportment, a refreshing attitude towards life, a restrained and evocative mood.

Bitter or sweet, strong or light, all exude a thread of elegance and spirit, a share of truth and simplicity.

Quiet and indifferent, simple yet real, steady yet casual, gathering the memories of spring in each leaf. Brewed in any season, it brings the brilliance of spring, even the final silence, like the faint smile of a flower.

Tea in the cup is a Landscape, tea in the heart is life.

In fact, every person in the world is much like a tea leaf, bound to endure the trials of wind and rain, the scorching heat, the loneliness of slumber, and the scalding of Steeping.

Rising and falling accompanied by calm, disappointment alternating with success, rebirth following destruction, bitterness intertwined with fragrance. To float and sink with ease is the true posture of life, and to accept bitterness and sweetness with fate is the true taste of life.

Only those who have weathered storms, endured vicissitudes, experienced hardships, and risen and fallen can truly integrate into the vast world, laugh at the changing tides of fortune, and emit the fragrance of life.

Even with thousands of worries and the myriad tastes of the mortal world, I will simply have a cup of clear tea, regardless of whether it is strong or weak, hot or cold, and without questioning the passing of spring flowers and autumn moons. I will only savor the light and gentle tea, and live as a clear and refreshing person.