Amidst the bitter yet delicate fragrance, one gradually realizes: life is like tea……

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Drinking tea is about embracing a certain state of mind; it feels like the body and mind are purified, with distractions removed and deeper thoughts remaining. 　　Tea is a kind of mood – a silence that holds back words; a sadness that prevents one from smiling; a sense of loneliness that follows the hustle and bustle of having many beautiful things gathered together in one place. 　　Tea is a collection of memories of spring; drinking tea in any season allows one to experience the lazy sunlight of spring. 　　Sitting in a room alone, pouring a cup of tea, I often find myself filled with many thoughts while watching the leaves swirl in the water: Tea develops its rich aroma only when boiled in hot water; likewise, one must go through trials in life to achieve peace of mind. No matter who it is, 　　if they cannot withstand the ups and downs of life, 　　they will likely fail to experience the true richness of life. 　　As time passes and we experience the ups and downs of human relationships, it’s like the tea leaves after three infusions – they gradually sink to the bottom of the cup. Silence becomes the only expression of joy, while the gentle taste of the tea is like our hearts, capable of embracing all kinds of expressions, whether friendly or not. 　　There is a scene that always captivates people’s hearts and fills them with longing: a rainy night outside the window, a warm fire inside the house, a cup of fragrant tea in hand, and a book of poetry to read. 　　The atmosphere created by red sleeves adding fragrance is truly delightful! That’s why I love drinking tea. 　　Whether it’s called acting according to one’s own inclinations or an attempt to appear cultured, to this day I still dare not refer to it as a \"taste\" but only as a \"drink.\" Yet I’ve progressed from being able to detect only the bitterness of tea, to being able to sense its delicate fragrance, and that’s how it stands today. 　　Days without tea truly feel plain and dull. On lonely nights, I brew a cup of tea, sit alone by the window, watch the leaves fall, listen to the rain tapping against the window panes. Amidst the mist rising from the tea and its gentle aroma, I savor its mild bitterness, lost in deep thoughts. 　　Gently shaking the teacup in hand, I watch the light green tea leaves – like needles or flakes – rising and falling, gathering together, drifting up and down, changing positions as they try to find their optimal balance point. 　　Take a small sip of tea, let the mild bitterness spread across the tongue, filling the mouth and throat. 　　Then, taking a deep breath, the lingering fragrance fills the lips and spreads throughout the chest, washing away all fatigue and indifference. 　　One seems to be drunk as well, remaining in a daze, unwilling to wake up for a long time. 　　At night, the scent of tea fills the room; the tea in the cup gradually becomes stronger in flavor. It rises and falls, gathers and disperses, and through its bitter yet fragrant taste, one comes to realize that life is much like tea……