“Tea drinking is most valuable when there are few guests; many guests bring noise, and noise robs it of elegance.

Drinking alone is divine, with two it's excellent, with three or four it's interesting, with five or six it's casual, and with seven or eight it becomes mere distribution.”

On a spring night, whether rainy or clear, windy or calm, it's nice to keep company with just a Cup of Tea.

The courtyard outside warms up along with the evening air, and the trees begin to sprout.

The music stops as the musician leaves, but there remains the silent crescent moon at the gate.

A friend opens the door, his hearty laughter like the arrival of a savior.

The glow of the brazier doesn't depend on its warmth, but rather brightens in the midst of lively conversation.

Spring is best for solitary tea drinking, amidst blooming mountains and the fresh scent of new tea;

Summer is also best enjoyed alone, in a quiet place away from the heat, where the strength of the tea aroma is irrelevant, what matters is tranquility;

In autumn, one drinks alone under the moon, visiting the fragrant blooms, with a heart and mind reduced to stillness;

Winter is best spent gathered around a brazier, as the year draws to a close, one won't stop until thoroughly quenched.

Dialogue over a cup of tea, heart-to-heart conversations with family, how fortunate.

At dawn, flipping through books by the window, am I turning the pages or are they turning me?

In summer, boating on the lake, using lotus leaves as an umbrella, dozing off without regard for the fleeting moments;

In autumn, going on long walks, best if you get lost and don't know your way back;

In the evening courtyard, leaning against each other, chatting about trivialities;

Wandering down flower-lined paths, not needing to know where they lead, never tiring of the journey;

In snowy nights, by the warm hearth, feet pressed together, listening silently to the soundless fall of snow.

Life is enough.

Reading poetry, gathering around the stove to melt snow, listening to music in meditation, looking back on the road traveled, and realizing another year has passed.