仲秋夜,一壶清茶入心,睡意顿消,一个人,不,是一位画家便在茶香中走进了我的生活……去年春天,在一次文艺界朋友的聚会中,我认识了清癯、直率、随和而又不失风趣的晓庄先生。一来二去,便慢慢熟悉了起来。言谈中,他因为我的姓氏遂 Mid-autumn night, a pot of tea into the heart, drowsiness, a person, no, is an artist in the tea came into my life ... ... Last spring, in a gathering of friends in the literary and art circles, I met Clementine, straightforward, easy-going but not lost Mr. Xiao Zhuang. Come and go, they are slowly familiar with it. In his talk, he did because of my surname