A leaf fell into the water, changed the taste of the water, and there was tea from then on.
From the origin of tea to the land without tea, the road is born of tea. May the days be easy, gentle and peaceful, and may you and I be sincere, brave and happy.
When I say tea, I am drinking green tea. I am admiring its color, fragrance and taste, not necessarily to quench my thirst, but naturally not to eat.
People in China think that tea is like life, with both bitterness and sweetness.
I still love this time only for the warmth of a porridge and a meal, the indifference of a cup of tea and a glass of wine, the compassion of an inch of time, the elegance of a poem and a book, the affection of an old thing, and the Zen of a cloud.