A touching story about tea

There is a teahouse next to my old house.

I really want to know what's in the teahouse. Once, I finally lost my curiosity and ran in alone.

The teahouse is not big, but it is just a small room, but it is carefully arranged, which shows the owner's leisure: the small room is surrounded by various teas and tea sets, and the wall is decorated with several landscape paintings. There are several wooden tables in the middle of the room, and silk umbrellas are hung upside down on the arbor above the wooden tables, which is unique in flavor.

There are two people in the room, an elder sister and an old man. They didn't feel unhappy when they saw me intruding. My sister came up to me with a little surprise and said kindly, "Do you want to come here and have a look?" I nodded, and my sister bent her mouth and said, "Well, since you want to know so much, let's invite you to tea."

I followed my sister to the back of the house. She stood on tiptoe, took down a kettle from the cupboard, filled it with water and heated it. I looked stupidly at the boiling water like a crystal clear peony flower, but I didn't know that my big sister had left. When she came back again, the water was hot. She took me to a wooden table with a kettle in her hand. The tea set was set on the table, and the old man had sat on the chair in front of the table. My sister and I sat in chairs respectively, and she started to go to brew tea. My sister took the tea pot, put the tea in a hemispherical container, and told me that it was a tea lotus. Then she handed it to me. I smelled it, and the tea had a faint aroma. Then she put the tea in the teapot, added boiling water, covered the lid, for a moment, put a filter in an open teapot, "This is fair mug", poured the tea into the fair mug and three small teacups, and then poured all the tea in the cup into the water jar. Repeatedly, the water penetrated the aroma of the tea. Big sister opened the lid of the pot, and when I smelled it again, the aroma of tea became rich and very offensive. Big Sister mentioned the teapot and poured the final brewed tea into fair mug. After that, she picked up fair mug and gently shook her wrist. The pale yellow and translucent tea was poured into everyone's cup.

I took a sip of tea with great expectation, but I was extremely disappointed. Tea is no different from water except that it is slightly bitter. My sister read my mind and chuckled: "This tea needs to be tasted carefully." My sister gave me more tea, and I tried to drink it again very seriously, but I still couldn't taste anything, so I couldn't help but feel bitter. The old man next to him picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, looked at me intently and told me, "The taste of tea is not the taste, but the artistic conception. Only when the taster is calm can he taste it." Just a word, so that my heart has a little insight, this time, I taste a cup of tea, contained in my mouth, no longer dull water flavor, but a deep bitterness, which reveals the coolness and sweetness. When I close my eyes, I seem to see the poetic willow bridge, the magnificent mountains and flowing water, the vibrant singing and dancing ... My mind suddenly opened up because of tea ...

Although it has been more than a year since I went to the teahouse, I can't forget the feeling at that time, and the land of tea brought me peace of mind.