Tea is the flowing years, either gently or surging, wandering in the mountains, rivers and forests, in the parallel world and my veins. Tea brewed with care has its own temperature, always warm and warm. Where there is tea, there are people waiting for you, a wonderful journey. T

Tea is the flowing years, either gently or surging, wandering in the mountains, rivers and forests, in the parallel world and my veins.

Tea brewed with care has its own temperature, always warm and warm. Where there is tea, there are people waiting for you, a wonderful journey.

Time is not a lonely coordinate, and tea is more than a bowl of water. There are different outlines of tea in my memories, with water as the body and tea as the soul. We are like the flow of tea, step by step, dancing a prosperous solo and singing together in a lifetime of mist.

Tea can't be said in full. One part is dexterous and the other part is clumsy. It is the attitude towards life. A tea ceremony, a fate, the meaning of the previous paragraph is still unfinished, and the curtain of the next paragraph is opened.

The fire is booming and the meaning is strong. At the most perfect time, it transforms into tea. It’s not the embarrassment after exerting too much force, but everything blooms naturally and normally.

Put boiling water on the cup, and the aroma of tea will come out. The ecology we are passionate about, nature blooms under the craftsmanship. Long-lasting, full-bodied and full-bodied, it's like meeting old friends again and the sun is shining brightly. Nothing is left unsaid, pervasive, diffused, and circulated everywhere.

A cup of tea is aggregation, thousands of fragments are restored and formed according to the heart. If everything goes well, you will be safe and peaceful.