Tasting tea and studying Buddhism are generally actions that can broaden one's nature and suit one's emotions.

Tasting tea: What you taste is tea, what calms your heart, what you understand is life, and what you cleanse is your soul.

Reading: What you read is not the smoke, but your own state of mind.

Ting Yu: In life, seek elegance and beauty, be indifferent to fame, be indifferent to profit, and have no competition or competition.

Appreciating flowers: everything is natural, everything is refined, everything enters the beautiful and distant artistic conception.

Cherish the people who drink tea together, and live up to the tea in your hands and the people in your heart. Zhao Puchu wrote in a poem that "seven bowls are full of flavor, and one pot is full of real fun". It is better to have tea if you hold on to hundreds and thousands of verses in vain. In the afternoon, I leaned lazily in a corner and indulged myself wantonly. There was a pot of tea on the desk, and the fragrance of tea filled the whole room. Tea is a habit, no smelling, no asking, no arguing, just a moment of tranquility for me to think about. Extended information

On days with tea, there is a kind of comfort. If you put your heart into tea, the tea will live up to you. If you don't boil yourself like tea, how can you know the deepest taste of life? In this way, a cup of tea nourishes a state of mind and achieves a way of life that I have longed for.

Some of the past will always be settled and exciting. Some touching feelings will always fill your heart with a faint fragrance. The wind blows and the flowers fall, and the prosperity finally becomes empty.

The flowers of youth bloom and fade, the years come and go in a hurry; the rain and snow fall in the four seasons, the journey stops and goes, many things pass with the passage of time.

Drinking tea, very slowly. One spring, all the flowers fall again, but the sweetheart who stood under the fallen flowers last year is nowhere to be seen. Spring is full of resentment, both for the fallen flowers and for the sweetheart.

There are countless green hills, and the flowers are falling like rain, covering the way they came. There are countless mountains, they are as red as rain, and I don’t remember where I came from.