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In the man
In the one, like, sit, in front of the computer, steep a cup of green tea, sampled carefully always, let fragrant proud and aloof camellia light dance fly upward among wind, seem secret to look for life, unknown destiny has already been dissolved in the unseen world with green tea. Hear the graceful music, if mood is drawn, such as water, still more like tea.
The drink tea is a kind of art quietly, slowly, such as Buddhist monk's drink tea stresses the deep meditation, Taoist priest's drink tea stresses dish, scholar's drink tea stresses culture, it is a kind of transaction that the businessman drinks tea, different taste says different pursuit in life. It is bitter that someone drinks the tea speech, there is tea of moral standing that is spoken fragrantly. One cup green tea originally in life, sometimes bitter to it may not be certains to be very bitter.
At time quietly, open the state of mind flown upward, tremble and leave the dust of the accumulation, open chapter of the bottom of soul carefully, the devotion reviewing whole-heartedly, dream chased. The ones that were once remembering are bright, the thin sorrow floated in the state of mind, the taste of a kind of bitterness, like tea. Like wine. Medicine, a burst of graceful light music reverberates by the ear, seem to enter the paradise beautiful, see the daughter standing in that side of the cloud and smile towards me, hit-and-miss. I wish, take one white lotus, go, pursue cloud figure over there, kind to stroll in country that familiar with again with her. Thin miss, as tea being so fragrant as to enter in the heart. Different life
Do not know either why always there is such state of mind, I wonder when to begin, think this world becomes smaller and smaller, it is so small as to only hold oneself, unwilling to tell others own mood, do not want to understand too many others either, would rather let oneself be lonely in this way, make others lonely too   Heart palpitation baffled, a a bit sour and astringent one keenly feel, hope, try ends of the earth depths best, vastness that can not find out, I drift as ghost during vast space-time, some lose, a bit muddleheaded, there is some helplessness that can not say and care for, hover on my brain all the time, make me fall into the reverie for no reason sometimes.