竹制的风铃,清亮的茶几,一杯紫雾。吹着凉爽的风,跪坐在阳台上品茶真是一件惬意的事啊!端起白瓷茶杯,试想着茶的甘甜,轻轻抿上一口。啊!真苦,苦得让我的舌头不住地痉挛。这苦味渐渐渗入了我的心。同样的感受,同样在夏季,那时 Bamboo wind chimes, clear coffee table, a cup of purple fog. Blowing on the cool wind, it’s a pleasure to sit on the balcony and sip the tea! Hold up the white porcelain tea cup and think about the sweetness of the tea and gently sip it. Ah! It was so hard that I couldn’t keep my tongue from me. This bitterness gradually penetrated my heart. The same feeling, also in summer, then