文/芳梓烊
2018/11/24 周六 晴朗微风
The leisure of country life is a luxury for most city dwellers.
Outside the homestay, in the fields and on the grass, the wind is blowing slowly, and showers of flowers are falling. The drizzle is continuous. Among the delicate green leaves, clusters of flowers as white as jade and as thin as gauze are in full bloom, attracting butterflies.
A small home stay, white wall black tile. Outside the door is the tea field, out of the door, the hot day, a moment of leisure, is to enjoy the cool; Winter, a ray of sunshine, I am happy.
Behind the house was a garden, as colorful as a sea of flowers. Occasionally there is a butterfly or two, dancing here, occasionally stop to enjoy the flowers. Plain days, but also can lead to a sense of beauty.
A sycamore tree, a white wall, mottled gate, flickering grass lamp.
People come and go around, want to know a lot of people, can accompany very few. There are always times when you want to spend time with someone special. A b&b is small enough to accommodate you and your loved ones or a few close friends. Let's watch the morning mist rise, watch the green tea fields, watch the fragrance of the garden, watch the sunset.
We sat down in front of or behind the house to have tea and chat. Some people say that life is like tea. Some people say that tea is a state of unity between man and nature. I think, a cup of water and a few pieces of tea, bubble out is tea, it is very simple. Tea leaves in the cup slowly sink, heat constantly from the cup out, the original dry granular tea gradually sank at the bottom of the cup and spread out, the aroma of tea from the cup overflow. In this way, tea has completed its mission for a lifetime.
There are birds singing in the morning, cuckoos in spring, cuckoos in summer, geese in autumn and magpies in winter. People in twos and threes walk or chat, or run to work out. Sunshine asperses whole tea field, diffusing the flavour of green sunshine, good smell extremely.
Here in the afternoon there are insects singing, tall sycamore trees, just like a parasol, for the tea pickers sent cool and refreshing, occasionally tired, come to sit down, drink a cup of their own tea, from the bottom of my heart feel sweet and fragrant. Cicadas on the tree, chirping song son, tea picking people quietly enjoy.
There is a breeze at night here, the stars twinkle and twinkle in the sky, and the moon shines brightly here, saving money for lights and oil. The wind and the moon, the temperature is neither cold nor hot. The old man was walking and remembering, and the child was playing. The stars and the moon are like the patron saint of the night sky, guarding the tea garden, guarding the homestay, guarding our joys and sorrows, guarding the earth.
A pot of green tea, ups and downs by it, three or two friends, has nothing to do with the wind on the moon, gains and losses between chatting and laughing; A pot of tea, do not smell the world, only you and I, spring, summer, autumn and winter, white hair temples; A pot of tea, a person, tasting the cup of tea, a lot of sadness, but also become relieved.
In the countryside, tea fields, small home stay, flower tea, a book of poetry a cup of tea comfort, a wutong flower vientiane.
The fast pace of life in the city, let a person suffocate, the country leisurely and comfortable, became a luxury. If you can, I think, most people will choose to go to the countryside to buy a piece of land, build a house they like, on the wall fence, covered with flowers and plants. And their favorite people or friends, spring, summer, autumn and winter, reading tea, only smell the flowers, do not talk about happiness and sorrow.
A person or a few friends, a cup of tea, a comfortable, back to plain life.