Clear tea soup and be a warm host of tea points.

After a rainstorm, one could feel the chill of winter in the morning air.

Underneath the bridge of Tongjiang river, the osmanthus leaves around the river are red. Some people have said in their circle that the plum blossoms at Ke Ling's residence Xilin Temple also bloomed.

Someone blew a horizontal flute and the sound of the flute made the mountain stream moonlight turn into the sound of the roof tiles, while the sound of the flute is also the mountain stream moonlight and roof tiles.

As soon as peach blossoms begin to bloom, serene silence of late winter comes, and spring is near.

Quiet days, I brew a pot of old white tea overflowing with fragrance and enjoy rare slow time.

Softly, worldly cares and dust settle, yet live on. May we cultivate compassion, allow all things to reside within our hearts, and listen to the multitude of sounds amidst silence. Let us have more gratitude for what has passed and less regret for what remains.

In a frenetic pace of life, I cherish the time to be alone, a soothing melody, a long-remembered fragrance from books, half a cup of tea that's not too hot, these are all my favorite things.

To be a tranquil tea master, no matter how many hardships and vicissitudes you have undergone, can face things calmly. The time on the paper is silent and sweet-sounding, with rich ink fragrance softly coloring life's colors.

People go, tea grows cold; things are not things, people are no longer there; Brief words express human emotions and the vicissitudes of the world.

Human relationships are like tea - as soon as one person leaves, the warmth of the relationship goes cold. With each new person who comes in, the warmth is rekindled. This is a fact of life that we all have to face. Many people can't accept it and don't understand why things have to be this way, hating the social conventions and relationships of this world. But fate indeed works this way, meeting and parting on our journey through life.

Since the world is changing all the time, and everything keeps getting updated, we should constantly innovate and be bold enough to adapt to changes.

The past cannot be recovered and there's no need to brood over it. Good things and bad things will fade away as you leave, just like the taste of a cup of tea.

I used to think growing old was a long, slow process. The song says: "The most romantic thing I can imagine is growing old with you." Don't make me laugh! A person ages more like a staircase – you're not aware of it until you look down and see how much older you are.

Just a few days ago I went up the 18 turns of stone steps in Shoumeng Temple and suddenly felt that my breathing got shorter and my legs heavier.

From the foot to Chōmyō-ji Temple, it took an hour and a half, and I had climbed the same path just last year, relatively more easy. Sitting on the middle of the mountain panting for breath, I realized that I was getting older, and that is what they mean by having will but no strength.

My heart was always big when I was young.

In the workplace, you're scrambling to keep up, but your energy is decreasing every day. Many things that we couldn't give up in the past are slowly dropped even if we don't want to let go of them. If you don't do something, just smile and be a bystander.

Enjoy the drink of the world, and let things change as people pass away.

Life is a continuous journey of drifting, every place and person we meet may become a relay station or a passerby. So, don't be too concerned about people leaving tea cold or things changing with the times.

Clear and peaceful is the tea broth, a discerning heart cleansed by it, calm, mellow, serene, tranquil. Sipping slowly from a shallow cup, one's vision clears, one's mind settles; looking back, one senses the vastness of heaven and earth.