Waiting for you to become beautiful in the fragrance of tea in July _ Beautiful prose about tea

Make yourself a cup of light tea, drink tea quietly, and put all your troubles, grievances and thoughts down safely. The feelings of July are in my heart, silent and warm. The following is a beautiful article about waiting in July, which I compiled and recommended to you. I hope it will help you!

Waiting for you to write beautifully in the tea fragrance in July.

I don't know the tea ceremony, and I drink tea occasionally. I like the mellow and restrained Tieguanyin, the moderate and steady Pu 'er, and the refreshing fragrance of Longjing. Come and make you a cup of tea. Nothing to say: long time no see. Then, a tea party, for a period of time, cut an inch of time, draw a piece of moonlight, and then let the fire in my heart shine. I will remember those tea words, the tea heart and the curled tea smoke. Some teas are love at first sight. The meeting time is not long, but it has always occupied the bottom of my heart. It's like taking root and landing, stubborn and flourishing.

Boil tea with clear water, and the new green blooms. It is water that gives tea a second life. From a touch of light green on the top of the tea tree, I will spend my whole life in the teapot, and then I will be reborn in boiling water. A piece of new green will dance in the water and bloom.

The evening breeze is refreshing, a wisp of petal rain, swaying a faint fragrance, holding a cup of green tea, looking through the window, a few lights, full of acacia porch windows. Who is staring at the night and dancing in the fragrance of tea before the flowers bloom in July? A purplish beauty, who is obsessed with money? Turn all prayers into fresh and fragrant flower dew, romantic love, clothes and clothes.

Life is very shallow, there are no waves and there are not many feelings. Looking back, a piece of green, a piece of bonus, as if to say, whether it is acacia or reunion, it is a beautiful warmth. I just want to sit here quietly and write fine print. Presumably, you can read my heart across the distance from the ends of the earth. I have been in this quiet little yard, smelling the flowers and listening to the birds singing, waiting for someone to play with the mountains and rivers. Keep quiet, just for the first time, whether it's watching or expecting, you are always quietly in my heart.

The moonlight is dim, the trees are swaying, and the wind comes in from the screen window, blowing away the boredom of the day. A person is silent and does not want to say anything. After reading half a page, he saw nothing. Maybe his heart is not in words at this time. Make yourself a cup of tea, the water boils and you feel calm. Watching Tieguanyin's curly leaves slowly spread out under the soaking of hot water, taking a sip gently, a touch of sweetness and bitterness seeped into my heart.

The night is cold, the stars are dull, sitting quietly in front of the window, poetic thoughts are in this green tea, faint tea smoke curled up, if there is no, a wisp of fragrance floated. I like to enjoy cool time alone. At this moment, time is peaceful and my heart is warm. Zen tea leaves a lingering fragrance in the heart. In fact, tea and I have an unspeakable fate. Drinking tea is a state of mind, savoring life, and people waiting in the fragrance of tea. Occasionally, we will choose the right time, calm down and taste tea, mix it with water, and tea needs to be quiet. Let's turn our hearts into a pot of tea, containing all kinds of tastes and absorbing new ones.

Years are full of poetry, and time can never sing the autumn waters of the wild goose north. Summer is like smoke and water is far away. The distance between water and water makes waiting poetic. Vaguely, who is whispering in the ear, gently cutting off a dull time, cutting off a ray of moonlight, giving people a bright heart. The companionship of the soul is a tacit understanding, a tacit induction, and feelings flow in each other's clear hearts without words. That kind of feeling, like a gentle wind, like a cup of light tea, moistens the time of oblique wind and drizzle. I just want to miss you so quietly and carve my beautiful feelings on the moonlit night.

At the end of July, watching wisteria grow wildly in the monsoon filled the quiet promenade instantly. In this shallow time, I just want to live a plain and peaceful life, sit quietly, watch the sunshine pass through the vines, mottled tree shadows fall on my floral skirt, drink tea, write, listen to the wind and think about myself. As time goes by, I miss inkstone and ink, take dull notes with my heart, and write good times to myself and people in my heart. I only hope that this warm feeling will live up to my youth and last forever in the long river of life.

China is gone, and my youthful face is gone. I can't talk to the flowers and plants outside the window. At that time, I was sitting alone in a dark dream at dusk, listening to the clear melody from the wind. The people and scenery at that time were still warm in my heart.

Time is like water, leaving no trace. The deep affection engraved in the depths of time will always flush with faint thoughts at the door of memory. The cold liquid moistens the eyebrows and warms the fleeting time in silent watch. Spend 3000 yuan, never ask the cause and effect, just say your mind in that feeling. The story of low eyebrows never considers the length of sadness and joy, but only hangs silently in my heart. Think about it, life is an endless waiting, waiting for the spring breeze to green Beichuan, waiting for the summer lotus to red the south bank, waiting for you, accompanied by green light and falling water.

Aesthetic Prose on Tea

That year, Hu Lancheng, a gifted scholar, was engaged to Zhang Ailing, a talented woman, and the marriage was a bit hasty. She dipped her pen in ink and wrote: Hu Lancheng Zhang Ailing signed a lifelong engagement, and he added: May the years be quiet and the world be stable. After that, he went to Wuhan, where he met Zhou Xiao, a nurse. At dusk, on the bank of Hanshui River, we walked side by side, and you were jealous of me. Later, he went to Wenzhou, and all the women around him were beautiful, one reading and one embroidering, and they spent the full moon. And she, in Shanghai, thinks about him every day.

She crossed the water and went to Wenzhou countryside to look for him. People are at the ferry, looking at the Jiangnan scenery with water, roads and bridges. She feels happy and kind just because there is his breath here. A short stay is more sad than joy.

Is he too naive or does she like him too much? He thinks that if she loves him, she will love everything about him, even other women he loves. Is there such a truth in the world? ! And she thinks he should choose a talented woman without hesitation. Unexpectedly, he had no choice! He is a sister, and so is his sister. In the eyes of men, talented women are empty titles. Sigh, talented women only know how to dance with words, but they don't know how to read people. Literati's love words, like the lyrics in a player's mouth, are not credible for three days, let alone credible. This carriage just spoke softly, and then turned to intimacy. Afraid of cold younger sister, also afraid of cold younger sister, affectionate as for promiscuity, promiscuity as for ruthlessness.

In an instant, my brain was hot and I loved it. How can I get away easily? She doesn't understand. In troubled times like the 1940 s, many people carefully sealed their pens and kept a low profile, but she was unique and successful. Because of that sentence, he visited her and she got to know him. She said: seeing him, she became very low, as low as the dust, but her heart was happy and flowers blossomed in the dust. It was also because of that troubled times that he hid in the rural areas of Wenzhou. After his last meeting in Shanghai, she was moved and sent him a letter: I don't like you anymore. You don't like me for a long time. Don't come to me. Even if you write, I won't read it! How good? I don't like you anymore? It's like spending a desolate and agile night without any carelessness.

But I think her love is more like a cup of tea. She loves tea, so much so that her characters, sad or happy love, have something to do with tea. In Love in the City, Fan Liuyuan invited Liu to a Shanghai restaurant in Hong Kong for the first time. After dinner, Fan Liuyuan gulped down the remaining tea in the cup, and then looked at the residual tea at the bottom of the cup, which looked like a lush forest. Green tea leaves stick to the glass wall, crooked, like green plantains. Tea leaves scattered at the bottom of the cup are like knee-length creeping weeds and chrysanthemum morifolium. Facing the light, if you look carefully, you can see beauty in the ruins. A pair of smart and selfish vulgar men and women, in an era of war, in a capsized city, suddenly felt the sincerity of ordinary couples. Desolate. Like a spark in the dark night, it makes people see a little light, but it also shows the depth and profundity of the dark night.

And herself, the woman who loves to write tea? Gone with the world is a pot, and he is boiling her water. She stretches in boiling, gives birth to color and spits out fragrance; Then, people left, the tea cooled, and the fragrance disappeared with the evening breeze.

Tea Prose: Reflections on a cup of tea

It is not easy for China people or foreigners to change their inherent ideas and go out of their comfort zone to try new things.

There just happened to be new tea on the market recently. Not long ago, I received Zhu's customized spring tea, so I took it to the office to try it for my colleagues. Several foreigners looked at the whole process of making tea, and looked at the tea buds standing in the teacup, and all sighed. I told them that tea tasting is an important part of China tea culture, just like the taste of red wine.

However, when I brought them the brewed tea for them to taste, they hesitated to take it and smell it, but they dared not open their mouths to drink. Because in their cognition, tea should be tea powder and tea bag.

The glass of water in front of me is full of mysterious and magical oriental flavor, beautiful, but a little reluctant to swallow it.

I have repeatedly insisted that the pursuit of drinking green tea is freshness, and China people like to entertain their friends with the freshest tea every spring. New tea friends? .

Out of courtesy, they took a few sips and put them aside. After work, everyone's desk is still full of a cup of tea

For me, in? A promotion? This is not the first time that China has suffered such a cultural setback.

I once chatted with my colleagues, and several people praised themselves for their love of Chinese food. I told them that the Chinese food you eat is not real Chinese food, but an improved American Chinese food, which you can't eat at all in China. I'll take you to eat real Chinese food next time.

Looking at their eager faces, I suddenly had motivation. At noon the next day, I took the gang to a very authentic Sichuan restaurant and ordered husband and wife lung slices, white meat with garlic paste, boiled fish, Sichuan-style pork and ants climbing trees.

When the food was served, the expressions on my colleagues' faces gradually became surprised. They carefully raised chopsticks, carefully picked up vegetables and put them in their mouths. Although they always say it's delicious out of politeness, their stomachs won't lie. After eating for half an hour, most of the dishes are still full.

I couldn't bear it, so I had to forgive the left chicken and sesame beef. I couldn't help but laugh and cry when I watched them sweep away the most common dishes in these two American Chinese foods with relief and joy.

In a city like new york, everyone flaunts that they are willing to accept new things. They exaggerate that they love Chinese food, Korean food, Nepalese food and food from any other country. It is everyone's basic skill to use chopsticks together. However, many people do this just to satisfy their social vanity. For them, the acceptable Chinese food is limited to the improved American Chinese food that caters to their tastes.

People who have been to America probably know what Chinese food is like in America. There are more than 40,000 Chinese restaurants in America, more than McDonald's, KFC and Burger King combined. Streets and alleys in big cities can be seen almost everywhere. If you drive on the road, even in the most desolate and remote corner, you can see Chinese restaurants standing stubbornly on the roadside like lighthouses. Most of these Chinese restaurants are small family restaurants run by immigrants from China. I searched China restaurants on the map, and there were countless results.

The most famous dish in these China restaurants is the left Tang Zong chicken I mentioned above. The name is actually misinformed. Its real name is Zuo Zongtang Chicken. What does this mean? General Zuo's chicken? General Zuo was a general of the Qing Dynasty. This dish is made of large pieces of peeled chicken wrapped in flour, fried and poured with thick sweet and sour sauce. It tastes sour and sweet, and it tastes a bit like goo goo meat. In addition, there are sesame chicken and dried tangerine peel chicken, all of which taste similar.

The most common side dish of American Chinese food is broccoli, and the meat is usually chicken and beef, which gave birth to two other American Chinese foods: fried beef with broccoli and fried chicken with broccoli. Used here? Fried? It's a bit inappropriate, because the so-called frying is actually nothing more than frying the meat and pouring some soup. As for broccoli, it follows American habits and is almost raw.

In addition, there are combinations of chicken, beef, shrimp and other vegetables, but nothing more than green peppers, peas and mushrooms. All these dishes taste the same.

Americans don't eat pork very much, so there is almost no pork in restaurants in China, but some restaurants in China serve barbecued pork, which, of course, tastes completely different from barbecued pork in China.

There is also a famous dish, hibiscus egg, which is fried with eggs and vegetables. According to the different tastes of customers, beef, chicken or shrimp will be added and dipped in a thick sauce that I don't know how to cook. The taste of this dish varies from restaurant to restaurant. The main difference is the sauce. Some restaurants make good sauces. Although it tastes strange, it is quite delicious.

There is also sticky egg drop soup, with a lot of starch thickening, and hot and sour soup is also common.

After eating Chinese food, Americans have a very important tradition. When checking out, the clerk will give everyone a signature cake, which is made of eggs and flour and tastes a bit like an omelet. After opening it, there is a small note hidden inside, with inspirational sentences written on it? Chicken soup for the soul? There will be a Chinese word and an English explanation on the other side. No one knows how the signature cake, which does not exist in China, originated in the United States, but it is certain that the person who came up with this idea decades ago was a genius, because it played an important role in the popularity of early American Chinese food.

These small Chinese restaurants have nothing to do with each other, but each one looks very similar. Just like a chain restaurant, almost all of them have the same storefront, the same style of light box signs, and the repetition rate of store names is high.

The menus all look the same.

Even the take-away boxes are almost identical, which is often seen in American dramas.

In a sense, tens of thousands of Chinese restaurants in the United States are the American version of Shaxian snacks, which are low-end and low-priced, with many stores and unified styles, all singing a loyal hymn.

The American Shaxian snack with high acceptance is fast food, not the orthodoxy of Chinese cuisine. Tea plays an important role in China's food culture, but its acceptance in the United States is not high. However, I will not be disappointed to see the bamboo leaves left by my colleagues that have hardly moved. It is a common phenomenon that many people find it difficult to adjust, not to mention the collision of two food cultures. What is truly distinctive is individuality, and what is extravagant takes time, such as new tea only once a year.