evening soak a cup brought from home qingming new tea, drink half suddenly stopped cup. quietly watching the cup of tea, the water is boiling, the heart is quiet. tea heart load, be silent, i have, as the earth as vanity mist, leaving smoke-filled tea. hot pot, tea set, warm cup, low foam, smells, your life, such as tea, how much light and my obsession. still remember that day, they would sit in front you see between your fingers shake off banzhan ming, tenderness warm pot of moonlight poured on me celadon cup, drops eyes, dare sip? after all, cherish the time, actually can not forget the moment. later, i asked you desperate, you can still taste banzhan personally brew tea. certainly, words, written brush my big mistake innocence, since then, no return date. i always do not understand you, then why you walked into me. even if you had a lamp for my half-opened brew taste of enshi yulu, i grant you new tea march lucid, after all you and i do not drink fate, can not be synchronized, to drink double, juanqimei, white prime minister in accordance with, it must it can not be you. then, after qingming tea every year to see the new home, i leave alone the two halves of the new green, bolted down. mouth filling is strange bitter flavor, make some items, stay sober, but no stamina. after all, not wine, for you can not replace me sincerely, that a never pull off the opening. worth mentioning, it is always to pull off. or tea or wine, what is the difference? i cruel, pull off to the disgust so far; i selfish enough, you can not remember the slightest bit of good. fate rippled a land of tea, i do not pick up back, and never intend to bring back. a tea drank my youth obsession, and you and i do not make shades of fate. that eclipsed drained after brewing tea leaves sour, i instantly recall the empty cup clean. to me, what tea are dull. the wind had dust fragrant, light pour light sipping a cup of throat kiss lip, broken cups solitary nausea, cups desperately search, organs on the inside, are not all from. do not give me add one by the heat of the cold tea, my kind of woman, never needed. since then, i no longer have to break pen a book you do not read that zhancha cool forever love.
晚间泡了一杯从家里带来的清明新茶,突然喝到一半停下杯。静静看着杯中茶水,水是沸的,心是静的。 心载茶道,寂然不动,我已视尘世浮华如水雾,任由茶烟缭绕。 去年今日,我也曾向往,与你共烹一盏茶香:你,仔细收拾满桌的茶具,我,十指弹奏一曲古筝。似水流年,美不胜收。 烫壶、置茶、温杯、低泡、闻香,你一生如茶,浅淡了我多少的痴迷。可记得那日,静坐于你前,看你手指间抖落半盏茗香,温一壶月光下的柔情斟于我青瓷杯中,滴滴入眼,何敢浅啜?终究当时珍视,竟片刻不能忘。后来我近乎绝望地问你,可还能尝半盏你亲手沏的茶。一定会,三个字,挥毫写就了我大错特错的情劫,自此,没有归期。 我向来是不懂你的,你又何尝走进我。纵使你为我沏过一盏半开滋味的恩施玉露,我也赠与你三月清明的新茶,终究你我没有共饮的缘分,无法同步,对饮成双,举案齐眉,白首相依,就绝不可能是你。 又过清明,家中见茶年新,我独留这一两瓣的新绿,囫囵吞下。满嘴充盈的是异样苦涩的茶味,一番品下,留的是清醒,却没有后劲。 终究不是酒,无法代替我替你敬上,那一份从未开口的决绝。 也罢,总归是要决绝的。或茶或酒,又有什么分别? 你说,斟茶只斟七分满,留下的三分便是情谊。而今我敬你满杯的决绝,再没有不舍。你被我的文字逼到绝境,我被你的薄凉痛入骨髓。你我,终究逃不过互相折磨损耗,用青春亦可荒唐的字眼,填补缺席的人生。我以为终究生生世世不再与你相见,只当你是我笔下最匆匆的过客景,可你,为何,为何,要前来与我有一丝言语?你难道不知,我对你,就像冰冷的那半盏恩施玉露,终究只是一刻钟的温度,人走,茶亦凉。如此不待见,逃离那场三月的灼灼桃花,便是我学会的本事。你从不曾教会我什么,你教会我的,我已悉数打点,扔与时光的转轮,碾碎了所有的痕迹。 是我够狠,决绝到厌恶至此;是我够自私,想不起你半点的好。命运泼撒了一地的茶水,我拾不回,也从不打算拾回。 一盏茶饮尽我年少的执念,以及你我不作深浅的缘分。倒掉那冲泡后变味失色的茶渣,我即刻将回忆的空杯清理干净。 于我,什么茶都索然无味。 风过尘香,浅斟轻呷,一杯喉吻润,两杯破孤闷,三杯搜枯肠,脏腑于内,皆无皆从。别再给我添一盏由热转冷的茶水,我这种女子,从不需要。自此,我便要断笔不再书你,永世不念那一盏茶凉的爱。