There is always someone who comes and goes quietly in life, yet remains inseparable. After ardor comes solitude; everything is just a process.

Some words are not necessarily better when spoken. It might be better to sit quietly. Suddenly, I have come to like the word “subtle.” The taste of life can be discerned in subtlety, and the length of days and months can be savored in tranquility. Subtlety is a tranquil beauty, a transcendental purification beyond the mundane.

When you come, I will Brew you a Cup of Tea, without the need for words or greetings: “Long time no see.” Then, a tea session, a span of time, cutting an inch of time, painting a ground of moonlight, and letting that furnace light burn within the heart.

I will remember those tea talks, that tea heart, that wisp of tea smoke. Some teas, though met late, captivate at first sight. Though the encounter is not long, they always occupy the heart, as if rooted and firmly growing.

Boiling water revives the tea, as new green unfolds. It is the water that gives the tea a second life, transforming from a tender green on the tip of a tea tree into a lifetime of agedness in a tin, then reborn in boiling water, each new green leaf dancing in the water, blooming fully.

Brew yourself a cup of light tea and savor the clear tea quietly, placing all your thoughts, grievances, and yearnings in a stable place. Feelings in the heart, unspoken but warm.

Brew yourself a cup of tea. The water is boiling, the heart is calm. Watch the tightly curled leaves of Tieguanyin unfurl in hot water. Sip it gently, a faintly bittersweet flavor seeping into the depths of the heart…

Enjoy the cool moments alone. At this moment, time is peaceful, and the heart is at ease. Zen and tea share one taste, leaving a lingering fragrance in the heart.

In fact, there is an inexplicable connection between me and tea. Tea is about mood, tasting is about life, and in the fragrant cup of tea, there is someone waiting.

Occasionally, choose a suitable time to calm down and taste tea. Emotion is mixed with water, and tea needs to be tasted quietly. Let us transform our hearts into a pot of tea, embracing various flavors and renewing oneself.

Midsummer fades like smoke, distant waters stretch far. Separated by a distance of water, let the wait be like poetry. Vaguely, who whispers softly in the ear, gently, cutting a segment of pure white time, trimming a ray of moonlight, giving the heart a brightness.

Soul companionship is a kind of tacit understanding, a heart-to-heart induction. Without words, the threads of sentiment flow in the clear streams of both hearts.

That feeling, like a gentle breeze, or a cup of light tea, clears the bright melody of oblique wind and fine rain. I only wish to think of you quietly like this, embroidering beautiful sentiments on days of moon-white and gentle winds.

When youth fades and there is no strength left to converse with the flowers and grass outside the window, and sitting in the twilight dream, listening to the wind play a clear melody, the people then, the scenery then, are still beautifully preserved in the heart.

Time flows like water, leaving no traces. Thinking about it, life is an endless wait, for the spring breeze to green the northern plains, for the summer lotus to red the southern shores, for you, to keep each other company under a lamp, by the waterside…

Time is kind, and the flowers continue to emit fragrance in every season. Of millions of blossoms, only two or three are pleasing to the eye.

What can be placed in the heart is the color stained with dew, growing along with the sun and moon. On the road of time, there will always be some people who make you unforgettable; there will always be some things that make you forget sorrow. Those days gone by have enriched life and warmed time.

When I recall our story with a gentle approach in the fragrance of tea, it is not because I have forgotten, but because it is engraved deeper in my heart. Understanding, the best coexistence is peace and harmony.

Steep the noise of the world into a cup of tea in your hands, watching the color gradually fade, slowly understanding the character and charm of the tea. When you truly taste the tea, the beauty and fragrance it exudes are different.

Guard a bosom of tranquility and fill a gaze with calmness, for understanding brings compassion. Tea is like life; when sinking, accept it calmly; when floating, take it lightly. After this cup of tea has been emptied, someone will remember how truly fragrant you were.