In short, what are the artistic conceptions of tea language?

I've always liked the days with tea. In fact, I know very well in my heart that I fell in love with that time when the tea was charming. Elegant, indifferent and carefree. In a cup of tea, impetuous heart will become transparent, slow and soft.

During the Spring Festival, friends come to visit and take out Tieguanyin tea stored at home to entertain guests. The friend said: this tea is really fragrant and delicious! I replied aside: not only the water brewed in the tea, but also my enthusiasm. My friends praised the tea more and more after listening to it, and I smiled after listening to it.

Of all the drinks, tea is my favorite. Maybe it's because of the tradition in my bones. I've always had some problems with foreign products like coffee. Yes, in my spare time, I enjoy a cup of tea slowly and watch the thin time flow at my fingertips. Enjoy a thin time in a matcha fragrance, a slow time.

I don't study tea, I just like it. Like a classic old song, there is no reason. In my spare time, I like to make a cup of light tea and listen to a classic old song. Then, a person sat in the warm sunshine in winter, quietly in a daze. It was not until the tea was bland and the song was listened to for several cycles that I found that the stitching of time left nothing on the brocade of the years, and some thoughts flowed gently in the tea fragrance.

My love for tea stems from my father's influence. My father is a tea drinker. He has been a teacher and a principal all his life. His love for tea is just like his passion for work. When I was a child, I was greeted every day by either a book my father was reading on his desk or a purple sand teapot with fragrant teas in it.

When I was a child, there were no computers and mobile phones at home, and TV was also a luxury. Every day after dinner, my father called our brothers and sisters together, holding a purple teapot and telling us about the Three Kingdoms, the Water Margin and the successful experiences of his students. Listening to my father's story, we were all deeply immersed in his rich tea fragrance.

In my father's teapot, there are secrets that attract me: sometimes jasmine tea with strong fragrance, and sometimes oolong tea with slightly bitter taste buds. I don't like black Pu 'er the most, but my father regards it as a treasure. Only when the guests come can I take them out and enjoy them.

My mother told me that all the teas that my father couldn't bear to drink were classmates who worked far away from home, and he couldn't bear to drink the gifts he gave him on holidays. Gradually, my love for tea is not limited to curiosity. Whenever my father drinks tea, I also clamor for a cup of tea.

The fragrance of tea in my father's teapot in my childhood, like a brocade rose, covered the blue wall of my years. That scent has been lingering in my nose. The breeze is blowing gently, and the tea smells long. I am intoxicated by the moment when the tea smell disappears between my lips and teeth. Hold a simple heart and spend your life in the old time. Obsessed with the infinite charm and fragrance of tea.

I have always liked oolong tea and green tea. Tieguanyin and Biluochun have always been necessary at home and in my office. No matter how busy I am every day, I will pick up a glass of water, make a cup of "Biluochun" and put it on my desk. Sweet tea lingers around me, like a young woman in a white gauze. When you smell it, you will be exhausted.

Drinking tea is like tasting life. At the first taste, there is a faint bitterness that will kiss your taste buds. After a long time, I am used to the taste of tea. After drinking it, the lingering charm that enters my throat and heart will still remain fragrant.

I like drinking tea for a long time, but now I remember it belongs to alpine tea. Alpine camellia is oolong tea produced by tea gardens above 1000 meters above sea level, so "Alpine camellia" is different from Pingdi tea.