Please help me write a poem about tea. The title of the poem is "The fragrance of tea is faint, and I feel relaxed and happy". Thank you all talented women, thank you!

A long poem "The fragrance of tea is faint, and it is pleasant to express feelings-tea and cups"

Wake up from a dream, sleepy and lazy.

Rustled by the afternoon breeze,

It's a rusty thin screen window.

The dream in the dream has long been forgotten in the first few seconds.

I only remember the fragrance of matcha in my dream.

Think about it, I can't help but sigh, it's so depraved-

Every time, I slept soundlessly.

Once bad behavior becomes a habit,

what can I do?

Like a lost prodigal son, once he sets foot on the sea of suffering,

How to get to the other side?

Add a little salt and ginger to make a cup of strong tea.

Look, bit by bit, slowly, slowly,

Ripple and stretch in the cup ...

Looking up from the railing, above the darkness, the sky is high and cold.

The faint clouds are floating, the breeze is whispering,

I am very happy here. Why do you want to say more?

Close your eyes and think, think, think. ...

I am a piece of tea in that cup, floating in your arms.

For you, kiss green flesh and blood;

And for you, relax your dark skin.

If your heart is cold,

I will curl up and hug myself and endure your cold;

If your heart is boiling,

I will open my arms and embrace your warmth.

In my eyes, what you have in mind is Yang.

Sometimes honest, sometimes swaying;

Sometimes the water is weak, and the waves are calm, and sometimes the water overflows Jinshan and the waves beat the shore.

You are the eye of a typhoon,

It is both a whirlpool and a haven.

Why, when you make me feel close,

This makes me a little uneasy and scared.

Why, when you give me happiness and sweetness,

Bring me disappointment and panic?

Sometimes, I feel something is on my mind-

Your kindness to me is the torrent of love in this life;

But sometimes, my heart hurts-

Your kindness to me is only a repayment of the debt I owed in my last life.

Naturally, people should learn to share,

However, people should learn to share.

Even if I look through my memory, I can't see through you,

It's like the world watching me in a cup, in your arms,

It's always blocked by your glass coat.

What's more, you are like an unsolved mystery from beginning to end-

Cold and at a loss.

In fact, I have long been used to being hurt by love.

How can you expect the water of love under your bag,

Safe and sound

I don't want any romance,

I just want you to never be reluctant to cut off the line of bondage related to me;

Because I know:

Fireworks are easy to cool, and the brighter they are, the brighter they are.

The more painful you are, the more indifferent you are;

Because I know:

Youth is fleeting, wasting time and indulging in romantic time,

This is just a fantasy.

I don't want to play with you,

All I have to do is make a pair of geese with you.

In late autumn, when returning to the south, it will not be a shadow;

I don't want to do anything with you, Phoenix of fly with me,

All I have to do is make a pair of swallows with you.

When I return to the north in early spring, I have you as my companion.

I am a leaf and you are a cup, thank you-

For a long time, your tenacity has contained my softness.

Why did you report it? Needless to say, my fresh fragrance,

It can only float in your arms.

Contradictory you are bright and dark;

I am entangled, half strong and half sad.

You said:

"Life Changle, can have your company, also don't waste a trip to this world!

Fight against fate, I, do my part! "

Yes, you are optimistic.

I said:

"Life is short, for you, ah, brief encounter!

The world of mortals, take a breath! "

Yes, I am pessimistic.

But like this, you and I,

Holding hands, carrying a bag full of agreements,

Walking on the road to marriage.

Which direction is the next stop?

I don't care! As long as you are by my side, you will be fine.

My Eugénie-like beauty needs no rendering.

Only you, like an artist, can appreciate it;

You don't need to show off your kindness like Cao Mengde.

Only you, like a historian, will praise it.

I am ordinary, just an ordinary cup of tea.

It is your silent support and ardent expectation.

Make my fragrance drift away and linger.

As if I were the shadow and you were the light,

Without you, there is no me.

Follow you all your life,

Even if you eat leftovers and wear rags,

I will never feel any pain.

Because I understand:

A good cup of tea will never dislike whether the water in which it is soaked is clean or dirty.

The heart is clean and the leaves are fragrant!

What I hate is your cold pupils,

Love is your warm chest;

What I hate is your cold and sad brow.

Love is your burning heart;

What I hate is your shallow ambition,

Love is your heavy sense of responsibility.

Hold up a big river on one shoulder;

A backbone holds up a mountain,

Men, just like you-bold and unrestrained, stalwart.

The distance between the ends of the earth remains the same, and I miss that melancholy.

I hope Bluebird can send a message to visit.

I am here. Where is June?

Even thousands of miles away,

My scattered fragrance can also string up my sadness,

Cross Qian Shan and bind your heart!

I know you hate false excuses;

I know you hate being young and frivolous;

I know you hate commitment.

So I know:

If necessary, you will go through fire and water for me,

The sky is falling, you carry it alone.

The world of mortals is rolling, and I will never be stupid enough to ask you:

"Too many temptations for a lifetime, how can you resist?"

Because I believe-the power of faith!

Cup, in this life,

Soaking in your arms and waiting to rot, my regret will never be redeemed.

At dusk, the sunset falls in the direction of burying happiness.

You and me, running, jumping, laughing, chasing, chasing. ...

That final destination is worth looking forward to all my life.

Presumably, as the years passed,

Looking at the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, there will be endless corridors.

Woke up in a trance, faint tea fragrance, readily confessed. ...

Hehe, I saw your inquiry the day before yesterday. Originally, I wanted to be perfunctory, but later I had my own creative inspiration and desire, so I created in depth. It is written in the tone of the heroine, mainly about love. I wonder if it suits you? Also, thank you for your inspiration. Thank you very much! !