It took about ten or twenty years for the aroma of a cup of tea to enter my consciousness from the Time it appeared in my sense of smell to the time it entered my consciousness, because that’s how long it takes to drink tea.
I was born in a place that is known nationwide for its tea Culture. Ten minutes before my grandfather’s death he was still drinking tea. Not a full month after the birth of a child, relatives would use chopsticks to dip a little tea in his mouth and watch him bar the taste, as if he was a very elegant baby. Invite people to visit the house, do not say “come to visit”, just say “come to drink tea”. Oh, because of the dialect, we say “to eat tea”.
Chai rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea. Tea to my hometown people, just like rice, oil and salt as essential but bland. If you want to say anything, but also have, my hometown is a number of tea-related tales, “Han Xin point” la, “Guan Gong patrol” la, with olive kernels to make charcoal boiling water la, but those tales and their own lives have what to do with it? For us, the meaning of drinking tea is just drinking tea itself, is a cup of tea, a kettle sitting, the heat of a dense kind of atmosphere, but where this scene appears, the heart is very sure, that Life will not be bad to go there.
Lin Yutang said that there are not many people who can drink tea together, can not be self-righteous people, presumptuous talk about national affairs, can not have vulgar women, can not have a child crying. The situation in my hometown is just the opposite. Anyone is a person who can drink tea together, any topic can be under tea. In the evening while drinking tea, which daughter talked about a kind of boyfriend, which son took a kind of civil servant, are the necessary tea. Sometimes there is nothing new to say, the TV is broadcasting a news broadcast, by the way, to comment on a few national events, to make a very knowledgeable look, that is also very common.
Living in the field for many years, which grocery store owner in the community, at any cost must build a table in front of the store, put a few stools, set a set of work tea set, especially in the summer, sitting there every night while shaking the fan while tirelessly brewing tea, but also to greet the passing acquaintances to drink. Then you can be sure that it must be the old country bar.
If you want to say what the sound of nostalgia is, it must be the summer night in the room to do homework, hear outside in the living room when Parents and neighbors chat while tapping on the cup of tea, the subtle sound of the clash of porcelain. At that time, my parents were young, my grandparents were still around, and the days seemed long, and my neighbors had established the first human relations, which could be missed.
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Only later found that the original tea drinking has developed into a divine elegant thing.
Knives Elden summed up this elegant thing: “hang a few big fans, set up a newly made guqin, and then the round table to get square, square table to get short, soft chairs into hard wooden stools, hard wooden stools into cross-legged children. If there is a courtyard, also put a few stones, plant two flowers and trees, and dig a ditch, so that the running water flows in it.” “Open-mouthed culture, closed-mouthed life, even the teapot to do some steady, but also can see the meaning of ‘allow the center’.”
He cursed with pleasure, a little brakes, even Kyauk-ran and Lu Yu cursed: “Kyauk-ran monk said ‘three cups will get the way’, get is nonsense.” “Lu Yu just grew up in the monastery, he brought this set to the world, everywhere he went, is a large set of preaching,…… attached to him more and more people, his status is getting higher and higher, until he became a god.” For certain tea drinkers, he did not spare even more: “We can see all kinds of characters, take a full frame, sip a sip of tea, gently shake his body, make two armpits of wind, half-closed eyes, as if there are some heavenly thoughts.”
Secretly feel that he cursed painfully. But not all agree with him, because he is not a tea drinker. People who do not have tea addiction, naturally do not have our feelings about tea. Although we can not look at the Myriad Jade type of pretending to be a god, but also know many of the tea lovers around the emotional ties of tea.
There is a tea store in the neighborhood, the shopkeeper is a girl after eighty, go more, they know some of her things. Called Xiaoyan, when the university studied English, after graduation to a tea company as a translator, slowly like to drink tea, simply it and her boyfriend, the original “Marriage just need” to buy a house money, opened the tea store. Before each customer buys tea, Xiaoyan always kindly invited: “You sit down first, I brewed to you try.”
I tried a lot of tea in this tea store had never drunk before. Water golden tortoise, white cockle, bamboo leaf green, purple bamboo shoot tea, moonlight white, Taiping Monkey Kui ……, this Taiping Monkey Kui is very special, each piece is longer than my finger, so thin and brittle and so long piece, will be broken at any time, really let people hang on, but the taste is clear and soft. Moonlight white is the strangest, the name is so completely white, but actually a black tea.
Xiao Yan love tea, every year will go around the tea plantation tea factory tea farm to see farmers do tea, a go is a month. She said that picking tea is extremely hard work, so much so that once saw a tea farmer with a one-year-old grandson to pick tea on the mountain, she was surprised, because the work of picking tea so high energy consumption is no time to take care of the child. This surprised me: I thought tea picking is a very leisurely thing, we often see in the TV tea picking women while picking tea singing it. Back basket with a small baby is not a very normal thing? Xiaoyan shook his head and said with certainty: tea picking is really hard, although the income of tea farmers is now very high.
Under the influence of such tea lovers as Xiaoyan, my understanding of tea slowly became more specific. The meaning of tea to me is no longer a cup of small talk after a Family meal, as the title of the famous documentary film shows, is “the story of a leaf”.
I imagine a tea, growing in a mountain somewhere far away, shaking in the wind, wet in the rain and mist, it has seen the light of the sky, clouds, dew, and perhaps some smell, such as the smell of the soil under its feet, or the smell of the sun on the latitude where it is ……. Was it picked in the spring, or in the fall? Is it steamed and dried on a dustpan, or fried in a big pot? You can taste different sweetness among the green snow of Jingting and the small flowers of Tongcheng, but their meaning is only when you drink it, drink it, then you speak it.
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Some people say that if a room has curtains, you can often see the shape of some things that are not usually easy to see, such as: wind, daylight, and the moon. Perhaps experience is a curtain like thing it, old tea drinkers, a cup of tea in the mouth, you can say it roughly the price, say it the fire, they call it “tea power” different. Experience and age can let you see what you did not see before it appeared.
After the years, people slowly drink the aroma of tea, which can be called “tea-like cha”. But tea is still that cup of tea, not for the exclusive culture of people. It is still my hometown, neighbors Abe, distant cousin aunt and her niece son-in-law came to my house when the voice “tea” chat when the cup.
Feng Zikai painting tea, there is no “tea ceremony”, only the painting of a simple teahouse, a small square table of eight immortals on the teapot a tea cup three, “after the people dispersed, a hook of the new moon day like water”. Or “the green hills are stretching their heads to see me eat bitter tea in the nunnery”, simple and more self-deprecating. In his later years, he painted a painting from black and white to color, but still the same teahouse, or a hooked crescent moon, but the teapot tea cups from pottery to glass, the table rattan chairs also became new. Writer He Liwei has a poem to accompany this painting.
Nothing
Just the moon waiting for us
Nothing
Just new tea waiting for the old man
Nothing
It’s just the years waiting for the spring breeze
Mountains and rivers waiting for the past and the present
Nothing
Just wicker chairs waiting for laughter
Teapots waiting for leisure
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