Drinking tea at home is different from drinking tea in a teahouse.Home is a place to relax. You can lie idly, you can think nothing, you can isolate everything outside the house, a person naturally lives at will. Boil the water, make tea with a simple tea set, do not pay attention to brewing techniques, and do not deliberately care about water temperature and soup color.You can set up a makeshift tea table anywhere. On the balcony, propped up a small solid wood stool, brought a futon and sat cross-legged. The autumn light shines, the breeze enters the window, the colors sway, and the whole body is silent. Drinking is not a cup of tea, but a quiet and leisurely time in life, cup by cup, pondering.Or in the study, full of books, suddenly broke into a cup of tea. The sound of water lingling fills a soul that has been lonely for a long time. Drink a little, get up and walk around. Or see where there is some clutter, by the way to sort it out, or with the flowers and plants to face, say a whisper. When a pot of tea was tasteless, the sky went dark. There is nothing to panic about, because you are already in your peace of mind.Drinking tea in a teahouse is a little more ceremonial. Sit next to the tea table, boil water, sanitary ware, throw tea, water, soup, a set of processes down, and then the irritable heart will be quiet. “One drinks tea, two drink tea, three drink tea.” With a respect for tea and tea sets, we can get understanding and precipitation in making and drinking tea. Inch by inch of time, rolling in the tea, leaving the most mellow sweet taste. The breeze a tea, the moon thousands of books. In the noisy world, we must always find a quiet place for our heart, and reading is a portable refuge. Every time I pick up a book, my wavering heart will have a home. Don’t look out, just look in. When the eyes fall on the words, thousands of thoughts can be combed, and the inner emotions have a support.Those specious intentions have been confirmed and affirmed. Those unspeakable sorrows are interpreted in other people’s pens. Reading is a journey to one’s heart. “Everyone’s life is a journey to oneself, a trial of a path, a quiet call to a path. The awakened man has only one duty: to find himself, to hold on to himself, and to follow his own path, wherever it leads.” The world is too noisy, people are prone to impetuous. In this age of excess desire, we should learn to explore inward. Keep your own heart and keep a clear mind, so that life can be more calm and tough. Floating life is often leisurely drinking tea, the world is noisy more reading. Let us find our own peace in the busy, let their hearts always keep a clean.
