总喜欢在夜阑人静之时,如乳的月光之下,提一壶开水,沏一杯滚烫的热茶。看热水从壶口汩汩流出,冲入透明的玻璃杯,卷起皱瘪的茶叶。顿时,茶叶像被注入了新的生命一样,随着水流欢快地上下翻滚、跳动,仿佛东奔西跑的孩子,忽上忽下地沉沉浮浮,然后在水中慢慢地舒展开来。最后几经沉浮,终于慢慢沉淀下了来,回归平静……于是茶水便有了鲜活的绿色,有了沁人心脾的清香。 Always like in the dead of night, such as milk under the moonlight, put a pot of boiling water, making a cup of hot hot tea. Watching the hot water flow out of the mouth of the spout, into the transparent glass, rolling wrinkled tea. Suddenly, like a tea into a new life into the same, as the water joyfully up and down tumble, beating, as if running around the child, suddenly ups and downs sinking, and then slowly stretch in the water. After several ups and downs, and finally slowly settling down, return to calm ... ... so tea has a fresh green, with refreshing fragrance.