端坐茶场一隅的茶室里 ,清茗一杯 ,细品慢咽 ,佐以细点 ,微微闭目 ,听远远近近的虫鸣 ,偶有俚言俗语飘入耳中 ,心尖上都流淌着祥和与清明。那份感觉 ,难以言传。对茶的神往 ,大概来自骨子里中华五千年文化的遗传。一见茶馆 ,总忍不住驻足、留恋。我喜欢一个人静静地坐着 ,看一 Sitting in the teahouse in the corner of the tea plantation, a cup of clear tea, fine slow pharynx, accompanied by fine points, slightly closed eyes, listen to far and near the buzzing, occasional slang words drifting into the ears, apex are flowing with harmony and clear. That feeling, unspeakable. The fascination with tea, probably from the bones of China five thousand years of cultural heritage. See the teahouse, always could not help but stop, nostalgia. I like to sit alone and watch one