雨,慢慢的下。昆明有一句话:一雨成冬。即使是在本应炎热的夏天,仍然感到了沁骨的凉意。披件外套,窗外雨声滴答,回忆在茶中蔓延。很多人羡慕昆明的夏天,然而此刻的我却无比怀念我酷热的家乡。桌上摆着一饼98年的古树茶。十余年的老茶,如一把打开记忆之门的钥匙。岁月缓缓而逝,然而回头时却惊觉竟是迅马奔腾。十年,这是我人生变化最大的十年,毕业、工作、结婚,生子。然而,茶呢?十余年前的普洱茶,不是今天的新贵。几人知道它的名字?几人为它着迷痴狂?不过是一朵无名的小花,在云南边陲静静的开放。这一饼茶,在十余年中 Rain, slowly down. Kunming has a saying: a rain into winter. Even in the should be hot summer, still feel the bones of the cool bones. A coat of coat, rain ticking outside the window, memories spread in the tea. Many people envy the summer in Kunming, but at the moment, I miss my hot hometown. On the table a cake of 98 years old tree tea. More than ten years old tea, such as a key to open the door of memory. The years passed slowly, but when I turned around, I was shocked to find it galloping. Ten years, this is the biggest change in my ten years of life, graduation, work, marriage, childbirth. However, tea? Pu’er tea more than ten years ago, is not upstart today. How many people know its name? Several people crazy for it crazy? But it is an unknown flower, quietly open in the Yunnan border. This cake tea, in more than ten years