A Cup of Tea, reflecting the shallow years in its water; a ray of warm sunlight, refracting on the transparent glass window, etching itself into walking patches of gold.

Write every bright morning into poetry, slowly savoring it through the years.

Tea always seems so sentient, strong when one is melancholic, delicate when one is joyful, tasteless when life is plain, changing with different moods.

The subtle fragrance of tea is the fragrance of time, an elevation after weathering storms, the sweetness after enduring bitterness.

Life requires a kind of detachment, rejecting extravagance, returning to simplicity, its fragrance remains.

Enjoy a leisurely cup of tea after a busy day, luxuriating in idle moments. Let the tea cleanse your heart, communicate with it without words, understanding each other intuitively. Whether it's the tranquil state of not being elated by gains or saddened by losses, or the life sentiment of accepting what comes naturally and letting go calmly, a cup of tea, lifted… then put down…

Sip tea, read classics, discuss past and present, muse about the future.

With three thousand varieties of tea, only one cup is shared. Like a world of martial arts where swords and dreams intoxicate, or a realm of dreams where one rides the wind freely, each Brew has its own color and spirit, its own charm and grace. The world of tea is one of freedom and ease.

Behind every serene moment in life lies hard work, just as behind the sweetness of every cup of tea lies its initial bitterness.

Try to live our short lives with a light-heartedness, try to find the sweetness in bitter tea, this is the attitude we should have towards life.

Life is like a cup of tea, it needs to be savored slowly to appreciate its aroma.

May I hold a cup of fragrant tea, keep a moment of tranquility; may we share a cup of clear tea, clinking cups in joyous conversation.