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Life is like tea
Posted on September 18th, 2009 No commentsWhen we are dinking tea, what we actually drink is a kind of
mood, feeling that our body as well as out soul are bleached. When the inpetuosity is eliminated, the sediment is deep thoughts. Tea is a kind of sentiment, a kind of silence that some one wants to talk about something but finally stops; tea is a kind of sadness that one wants to smile but eventually mows; tea is a kind of lonelyness that after a lively party.Tea is the memory collection of spring. We can always feel the languid sunshine of spring as we drinking tea in any season. Sitting in a single roon, having a cup of tea, you will come up with a lot of things even when watch the leaves rolling: tea won’t give out dense smell until there is boiled water, life won’t be undisturbed only after sufferings. No matter who you are, if you fail to go through the difficulties in the world, I’m afraid that you won’t taste the dense smell of life. Just look at the leaves, they roll up and down when the water first pours into the cup. Aren’t they like us when we are beginning to step into society, who are rebuffe all the time and are a mass of bruises?
Thus I love drinking tea. However, I dare not call it “ taste” and I just call it “drink”. And now I have already come to a situation that I can’t live without tea.
For me, I like it most to have a cup of tea without anything in it on a lonely rainy night, sit in front of the window alone, watch the leaves falling and listen to the rain beating the window. In the thick fog of tea, in the light smell of tea, I savour the pained flavor and think about my own life.
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The rain in autumn
Posted on September 18th, 2009 No comments
How I wish that I could be exposed to the rain! How I wish that the rain could wash away the terrible memory! Maybe, the rain will make me clear-headed. The raindrops hit on my face, which confuses people whether they are tears or the rain. As a result, I can say, ” Don’t cry, girls!”The rainfall spills all over the land gently and wash away every dirty dust in the world, which brings people the feeling of clean. However, the cold rain can’t wash away the grey mood from me. I step out of racket street center, the world of lights is so far away from me. I walk to the center of that avenue and stand there where there are only the sound of the rain around. People all hide to somewhere unknown. It is so great! Holding an umbrella, there is a feeling which is soft , warm and hardly dare breath in my heart. In the rain, every act that once happened, as if they had discussed before, walks past in front of my eyes slowly, slowly…
The rain drops on the umbrella from the sky and make my body, which is getting cold, wet from the umberlla. I’m just standing there, not knowing how long I have been there, not knowing if I’m tired. I can’t gaze at you with such a kind of sad expression in my eyes any more. For me like this, the feeling of happiness has become a kind of pain! I can’t tell whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, so that I don’t know which direction to cover with my umbrella. The feeling of one person with an umberlla walking in the rain is so lonely! Then I turn around silently and leave that corner.
The rain stops gradually. The cold autumn wind blows by, blowing away the golden leaves all over the land, which float to the distance.