不知从何时爱上了品茶,在茶烟袅袅中摘下世俗的面具,回归本真。一如不知几时爱上了山水花草,还有窗外那一轮素月,屋檐下的一雨一雪,那一朵花开的声音。人谓茶,有两种心境,柴米油盐酱醋茶,琴棋书画诗酒茶。两种态度,无谓高雅,无谓低俗。这不过是品茶人心底的感受。前者,茶是生活中的调味品,白开水有了茶,就有了颜色和滋味,朴实无华。 I do not know when I fell in love with tea, plucked in the secular smoke in the mask, return to reality. As I do not know when I fell in love with the landscape flowers, there is the window of the prime month, under the eaves of a rain, that a flower of the sound. People that tea, there are two kinds of mood, Chamoyuyancu vinegar tea, poetry poetry poetry and tea. Two kinds of attitudes, meaningless elegance, meaningless vulgarity. This is just the feeling of tea heart. The former, tea is the life of spices, boiled water with tea, there is the color and taste, plain.