Excellent composition on tea tasting 1 Tea is always bitter before sweet. When I first entered, my first feeling was bitterness. The astringent taste fills the whole mouth, making people frown, but soon, a faint fragrance diffuses, elegant and refreshing, as if the previous bitterness has become wonderful. A cup of tea makes you feel bitter and sweet, life is like tea, life is like water. No matter how fragrant the tea is, it will be diluted in water. How much worldly wisdom tea contains will make many helpless people understand.
Blue waves are fragrant, but tea is not intoxicating. Alcohol relieves anxiety, but it is still worrying when you wake up. Only tea is not intoxicating, but in the process of drinking tea, you get the taste of life.
The beauty of the player confuses your heart. Some people laugh at Prince Bofei, some people laugh at the princess riding the world of mortals, and future generations laugh at your fatuity. Who knows, you are willing to give your life for her sincerely, and you are also a mortal. Secular desires, how to entertain yourself? Jun, the left hand is the country, and the right hand is the femme fatale of the world population. If you fall in love with a femme fatale and you have to take care of the country, you are in a dilemma. It's a bitter word, so play by yourself.
The taste of tea is always there, but if not, sometimes tea is tasteless. I always face the sunset glow and think of the past. The stories of the ancients are always intermittent, sad and beautiful. I think of the girl on the swing and the scholar. After all, I didn't wait for the scholar. White snake is full of water. For her Xu Xian, her love is bumpy. She always laments that fate is picky and everything is not perfect.
Look at Chang 'an, and there are Jian 'an and Pan 'an in other places. Look at the bustling ancient city. On the 15th Lantern Festival, how many people light up the lights and fly a wishing lamp, wishing the people they read safe, ordinary and somewhat interesting, just in Jiang Huo's fishing songs, hazy and swaying.
Mo Tao is immortal, Mo Tao is immortal, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. People live a lifetime, neither bitter nor sweet. They are all ups and downs, mixed with sunrise and sunset, sunrise and sunset, full moon and the lack of years. As the days go by, the line of destiny is still so clear, but we still can't see the road ahead clearly. We are at a loss, stumbling and hurting, and there is a cloud on the horizon. We'll never find what we used to feel again. Many years ago, young girls blushed. Many years later, under the big locust tree in front of the door, under the shade, the old couple chatted about the past and laughed, and the running water wet their eyes. The small flowers planted a few years ago have now grown into striking peonies, but the lush apricot trees withered a few years ago.
When I think of Li Qingzhao, when I am at peace with her husband, I will pick up stones, gamble on books and pour tea. I am very happy. However, the rebellion changed everything. My husband died and I was alone. I often feel sad inside, my dreams are unbearable, and I even cry. Much transformed, tea is really tasteless. Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Tea tasting, tasting all kinds of tastes in the world, laughing and crying, all swaying, swaying, shaking the spring breeze, blowing green water.
Excellent composition of tea tasting 2 Bai nationality has a world-renowned national characteristic tea. The name of this tea is Sancha. The first one tastes bitter. When you sip for the first time, you can't help but close your eyes and frown and say bitter tea; The second way, the taste is extremely sweet, and the entrance is sweet, which makes the taster feel bitter and sweet, and is called sweet tea; The third way, microstrip is not mentioned for the time being. I saw tea drinkers sipping at the entrance, thinking, and then suddenly enlightened. How does it taste? Answer: The third way to taste this kind of tea includes the ups and downs of the world. I doubt it, but I still believe it today. The third course of this tea is aftertaste tea. At this point, three teas.
Tea is like this, so is life. Some people think that the sweetness after suffering is like the bitterness in life, the rainbow on a sunny day after a storm, but if real life is just a fixed pattern, isn't life boring and monotonous? I think life is like those three cups of tea. At first, the single bitterness and sweetness stimulated our nerves, but the third aftertaste puzzled us. After reflection, we know that bitterness and sweetness are only one or two of many flavors, because it is so rude that the taste is single and appears on the surface. Now we think the first three teas are really memorable. After drinking tea and thinking about life, I suddenly found myself so superficial. I was going to divide my life into two parts. The first half gritted his teeth and worked hard to live a comfortable life for the rest of his life. Naturally, I will enjoy my retirement for the rest of my life. I want to eat and wear whatever I want, all by myself. Little do they know that this is only a small part of the various tastes of life. Real life is full of bitterness and sweetness, but it is not just these two flavors. They finally returned to the aftertaste, rolled in the aftertaste teapot with other tea material, and made a real aftertaste life.
I appreciate Meng De not because he is meritocratic, nor because he once shared two-thirds of the world's achievements, but because of his handsome life. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the imperial court collapsed and the world was in chaos. Dong Zhuo was cut to revive the Han Dynasty, but the Han Dynasty was incompetent. Why can't Meng De take its place? So he recruited talents, fought all the way, and was called Wang Wei by Jiu Xi, and finally got a place in the world. Think of Meng De's actions, which one is not the result of the heartbeat? Such a chic life can be made clear in one sentence? How many historians in ancient and modern times have chewed Meng De's life for a lifetime, and still feel endless aftertaste, let alone Meng De himself?
Loving Dongpo is not only his poetry, but also his understanding of life. Dongpo had a rough life. At first glance, his resume seems to be the most touching, but Dongpo doesn't think so. He regards every move to the left as a life experience and every setback as a gift of life. Far from home, I am not depressed. I only know that what I feel at ease is my hometown. In his works, there is no depression, no untimely regret, no complaining, only an open mind. In my eyes, aftertaste is a portrayal of Dongpo's life.
Too little blindly, two flavors are monotonous, and five flavors are also good. Go back to the pot, turn around, order a tea and sip the goods. Great, great.
Excellent composition 3 about tea tasting, probably because I am still young. I seldom drink tea.
However, by chance, I went to teacher Zhang's house, where I not only drank tea, but also learned a little about tea ceremony.
Teacher Zhang's living room is very clean and spacious. A large wooden coffee table stands out. The tea table is carved with ancient patterns and placed with modern brewed tea sets, which makes people feel both ancient and fashionable.
On the left side of the tea table, there is a kettle, a faucet and a small pot-shaped vessel filled with clear water. Four celadon cups and four glasses are soaked in water. There is a small cup next to it that matches the teacup. I opened the lid, and there was fragrant tea in it. In the middle of the table, there are two teacup mats made of small shells at will. There is a small white porcelain dish on the coaster and a white porcelain teacup with a lid.
Teacher Zhang's hand touched something, and the faucet turned on by itself. When it reached the kettle, it opened automatically. Then, the faucet began to produce water, and the water just poured into the kettle. Everything is just right. I can't help secretly admiring the exquisiteness of this design. The teacher picked up a small green pot from the museum shelf behind him, took out some tea leaves with a wooden semi-cylindrical spoon and put them in white porcelain teacups. Then, the teacher handed me the jar and let me smell it. "Biluochun, originally from Suzhou, is absolutely authentic," said the teacher.
Looking at the teacher's skillful tea-making action, I am full of expectation. I was even more excited when I heard the word "Biluochun". I didn't expect to drink such good tea! I can't help feeling a little awed.
I put the teapot close to the tip of my nose and smelled the tea slowly and gently. First, the bitter taste, then the clear air, slowly spread, rising and hovering in my mind, as if the lingering sound. This is not an illusion, but a real feeling. Suddenly, I seem to taste a different taste from the pure air, not tea, like some kind of grain. ...
"If you smell it carefully, you should be able to smell some beans and wheat. This is the real "Biluochun". There is always something hidden under the fragrance of tea. " The teacher looked at me with meaningful eyes.
Just then, the water boiled. The teacher picked up the pot, the white porcelain cup cover with some tea leaves and filled the cup with water. Tea leaves churned and floated in the water, and the water vapor curled up.
The teacher put the lid on the cup, and part of the lid was immersed in water. I noticed that a brown tea stain had been soaked on the lid due to repeated soaking. Not long after, the teacher picked up the white porcelain cup again and poured the liquid into a small glass pot. At this time, the tea has been soaked, light green as jade.
The teacher picked up the pot, the spout tilted and the tea poured into my cup. I took a sip of the small celadon cup. Hot tea is a little bitter, but then a fresh air filled my mouth, and then spread, intoxicating. Just as I swallowed my tea, I tasted some beans and wheat, which was more mellow than before.
People usually taste the fragrance of tea, but as we all know, there are different shades of tea fragrance. Some people drink tea like water, while others can taste some fresh air. But only those who are extremely calm inside can discover the bean and wheat flavor contained in Biluochun through a layer of fragrance. Perhaps the most fundamental tea flavor is the aroma of this grain. It's lucky to taste it today. It is really good luck.
I looked up and swallowed my tea in one gulp. The cup clicked on the table. ...
It's dead of night, but I can't sleep. So I took out a set of tea set that had been sealed for a long time, found some tea leaves, and sat down to taste tea by myself.
There is tea at home at any time, but my father often drinks tea just to quench his thirst; Mother, on the other hand, resists the temptation of sleep. So no one in the family knows the tea ceremony. So, in my own way, I decided to try my own tea.
There is tea in the pot, pour some boiling water and study it carefully. Put in the jade needle-a kind of tea that looks like a sharp needle. After adding boiling water, they began to disperse slowly, and then dyed the surroundings green. I was holding the teapot. Suddenly, when the Mayfly shook the tree, I felt a kind of desolation.
Everyone is born like a jade needle, eager to keep his personality in boiling water, but the result is always soaked in water, scattered into thin soft light, and dyed everything around him at the same time. It is like a mayfly, trying to shake the tree, but it finally fell under the tree and became its fertilizer, blending with it. Therefore, people's joys and sorrows are here. We can never change the environment without changing ourselves. We should always face the polishing and integration of life calmly. Either melt in the boiling water of your life, or give up the chance to have life.
After thinking about it, I found that the tea was ready, and it was still that delicate green. The jade needle, which was originally dissolved in boiling water, can bloom another kind of beauty even without its own edges and corners. I gently poured a cup of tea, which happened to be as thick as four thumbs. I could have drunk it all at once, but I took a sip in a pretentious way. Suddenly, a jade needle inherent bitterness spread throughout the body. I've tasted this taste many times, so I'll try it again. A cup of tea is gone, but there is a cool oil in my throat. I couldn't help smiling, only to find that it takes determination to taste the jade needle. No pain, no calmness. Maybe it's true. In the journey of life, people should invest all the time, and then carry a lot of sadness that they don't understand. This is a rather aggrieved investment, which will always give people the confusion that "the road is long and its Xiu Yuan is Xi, and its Xiu Yuan is Xi". For many "smart" businessmen, they will give up risks and opportunities to taste bitterness. As a result, none of them can find a really cool and sweet feeling.
Have a few more drinks. There is the last bit of tea left in the teapot. I don't drink any more. I gave it some leftover tea. My mother once told me not to drink all the water in the teapot, save some, and then add water to taste it. This is not to prove that she knows how to taste tea, but that she taught me how to be a man: "Don't make it too perfect or too full at any time." Give yourself a way out, a space. Maybe you can leave a miracle for the world. " I didn't understand it before, but I'm still confused today, but I thought it made sense and did it.
The tea was finished, and it was late, but I felt very comfortable, so I packed it happily. Suddenly I remembered a story, when a master was giving a lecture, the wind blew outside the door. One disciple said, "Wind moves"; The other said "the grass moves", and the master replied with a smile: "It's not the wind or the grass, it's an honest man." Doesn't my mood at this time have the same effect? Tea is not the best tea, nor is the technology of tea tasting the best, but the mood is the best in the world, so it is very pleasant. ヒ, with constant kindness, you really have everything. おおおお
I have a unique feeling for tea under the influence of my grandmother since I was a child.
Every time a family of four sits together, my mother always nags, "It's strange that you are so fond of tea. I don't know who you look like? " "Tasting is a deep knowledge!" After that, I blinked at my grandmother, who replied, "Yes, yes!" " "At this time, I seem to feel that my grandmother and I are comrades-in-arms on the same front, and they are also strong backers, while my father is smiling without a word.
As I get older, I am more and more interested in tea. When I first came into contact with the tea ceremony, I felt different and wanted to learn.
Today, I invited three members of my family to taste my tea. First, I pour hot water into the teapot and four small teacups. I imitate the way others make tea on the TV screen. Shake the teapot in parallel, let the boiling water wet, and then pour the water out, as do the four small teacups. Ah, good first step. A good beginning is half the battle! I chuckled. All right! In the second step, I put some tea leaves into the teapot, soak them in boiling water again, shake them and cover them. I lifted the handle of the teapot and pressed the lid, and the tea flowed into the four cups unimpeded. At this moment, my mother asked, "Can I drink?" "Slow down," I said like an experienced old tea drinker. "Wait for the tea to stay in the cup for a while before drinking, then it will taste pure!" Mother sat down helplessly. I put four cups together and turned them around solemnly. Who knows, the tea spilled on my hand. "Oh, it hurts me!" "Fortunately, four cups are all right, fell on the tea tray. All three elders said distressfully, "No, don't hold on! "Looking at the red hand, I gritted my teeth and tried to imagine how good it would be if I could drink my own tea, so as to forget the pain. Now I must be careful. I poured tea into people's cups and handed it to three tea customers one by one. After drinking, they all clapped their hands and called me a veritable expert. Looking at them with relish, I also made a cup to comfort myself. I took a sip of it gently, only to find the bitterness mixed with refreshing. I took another sip and finally tasted a little sweetness and delicacy. I took a deep sip, and the fragrance hovered in my mouth, as if it were brewing sweetness and slowly flowing into my heart. All kinds of smells are intertwined and reverberate in my mouth. I can't help smelling it. A fragrant smell came to the nose, refreshing. Unconsciously, I closed my eyes: I was in a vast tea garden, surrounded by the fragrance of tea, and the tea-picking girl in the distance was working hard to pick tea, and the sweat was watering the tea trees to grow sturdily. ...
In fact, life is like tasting tea. The first bite seemed so bitter, the second seemed to taste some rhythm, and the third realized the mystery. If you can taste life well, the taste will be unforgettable. ...
That day, I was invited by Zhao Jingcheng to her house for tea.
Walking into her house, the big wooden cabinet at the door attracted my attention. "What's that?" I asked Zhao Jingcheng. She giggled and said playfully, "Guess." I had to restrain my curiosity and went in with her.
Soon, my question was answered. She opened the cupboard, which was divided into two floors, with a delicate box on top and a teapot made of transparent glass and some small teacups on the bottom.
She carefully took out the box, put it on the carved wooden tea table with antique charm, dragged two big futons from the darkroom under the tea table, and then went to the teapot and small teacups.
Everything was arranged, and she made me kneel on the futon. If I put on my clothes, we will really look like two ancient people. She opened the box, which contained a heater and several bags of tea. She took out the heater, lit the candles inside, poured water into the teapot and put it on the heater.
She took out a pack of tea leaves and asked me, "Do you like drinking white tea?" I don't know much about tea, so I agreed to her recommendation. She put the tea leaves in boiling water. The tea leaves are dry and twisted into a ball, but as soon as they touch the water, they slowly stretch out, as if they were soft again and dance in the water. Several leaves are dancing in the water, as if celebrating a new life.
With the dance of tea leaves, tea leaves are a little green, but they are shallow and transparent, almost white and light green. I calmly opened my mouth and spit out two words: "OK."
She picked up a small porcelain cup, only as big as my two thumbs. I can't help but ask strangely, "Is this small cup enough to drink?" She smiled while covering her mouth, which made me even more puzzled.
Her right hand gently lifted the semicircular handle of the teapot, and her left hand gently pressed the lid of the teapot to knock it over. Thin tea flowed out of the spout and into the teacup, and a white mist floated up, and a faint tea fragrance penetrated into my heart. I have no image. I drank some slightly hot tea in the cup like a bull drink, and my heart was even more confused. It has no taste, just like water.
She put down the teapot, hid her face and smiled again. She said, "Tea is for tasting, not for quenching thirst. Drink it bit by bit, not dry it all at once. You can't swallow it like a pig eats ginseng fruit. "
In front of Cheng Jing, I can't help feeling a little ashamed and humiliated. She poured me another cup, and I looked at her, holding the cup in my right hand and gently holding it in my left hand, and took a sip gracefully, hardly making a sound.
I also tried it, and sure enough, the soft fragrance of tea occupied my taste buds, because after a while, the tea cooled a little, and the heat and cold were moderate. I took another sip. The taste of this kind of tea is not very bitter, not as overbearing as strong tea, but very soft, a bit like the sunshine in spring. After a while, there is a very wonderful fragrance that keeps lingering in my mouth. I'm a little sorry about the wine just now.
That afternoon, I tasted an unprecedented delicacy. She promised to teach me how to taste black tea and green tea next time. It turns out that tea tasting is also an art.
In the purple gauze cup with red brick color, the boiled tea reflects the quiet side. Take a sip of Huai Zi, bitter and sweet. Deliberate aftertaste is an unspeakable comfort.
Learning is like tasting tea. From the moment you enter tea, you will enjoy the special taste of tea, which is unforgettable. The process of tea tasting is very quiet, as if you were in a quiet bamboo forest. Enjoy the beauty of "quietness" alone. The same is true of learning, often when there is no noise in your heart, you can enjoy the process of light thinking.
I remember when I was in the third year of high school, near the senior high school entrance examination. The tense atmosphere and busy life make me breathless. The resulting irritability makes me more and more afraid. The mood is like a fluctuating paste, which is hard to calm for a long time. At that time, I learned classical Chinese very poorly. Although I did a complete set of classical Chinese test questions, it was difficult to understand. I was anxious, and then I couldn't sleep.
I often complain about my own stupidity and the complexity of ancient Chinese. One night, I woke up from my sleep and it was hard to fall asleep again. It was getting closer and closer to the senior high school entrance examination. I made a cup of tea to relax. Then take out the Chinese book and reread the classical Chinese. I deeply remembered the title of the article "A Pavilion in the Middle of the Lake". I read it repeatedly, and my voice echoed in the silent night. I savored every word of the article except the explanation in the reference book. Over and over again, slowly, I seem to see the author's situation at that time. In the following month, the author went boating on the lake in the snowy winter, which was an open-minded mood, an emotion of enjoying the beautiful scenery and an emotion of meeting a bosom friend. I was suddenly enlightened and reread it, and those words gradually understood.
That night, I really enjoyed studying. Just like tasting a cup of tea. At first, bitter taste stimulated the taste buds. Then, a faint fragrance flowed from the lips. The last thing left is a hint of sweetness. I finally understand that Confucius can not know the taste of March meat because of reading; Understand that Archimedes jumped out of the bathtub because he figured out a problem.
Learning is enjoyment. What you enjoy is not the knowledge itself, but the process of acquiring knowledge.
In the process of learning, it is inevitable to encounter problems that cannot be solved and articles that can't be figured out. But with repeated study day after day, you will gain something bit by bit. At last, I suddenly understood everything, and my joy was beyond words. In this process, we enjoy the beauty of learning from confusion and confusion to thinking, special research and finally epiphany.
Learning is enjoyment, which broadens our mind; Learning is a kind of enjoyment, which can broaden our minds. In the process of continuous learning, we not only gain knowledge, but also exercise our minds. Gradually become calm and strong in this tempering. Enjoy the pain brought by learning and enjoy the joy brought by learning.
If one day, you want to drink tea and experience bitterness, fragrance and sweetness, you must enjoy learning. Taste a cup of tea, it can make you understand that learning is a kind of enjoyment.