Exquisite prose works describing teahouses (2)

Exquisite prose works describing teahouses: There was a teahouse

I want to have a teahouse, with pink bricks and black tiles, with antique pavilions, bamboo trees and flowing streams. Gong, burn incense and sit still, sip a cup of fragrant tea, let the dense fragrance linger in the house exuding the fragrance of sandalwood, sit quietly, meditate, and devote your whole heart to the light fragrance of tea.

I want to have a teahouse, small and cozy. Strings of crystal jade beads are hung in the corridor and pavilion. Under the reflection of the light, they reflect different splendors, as if they are someone’s dream. It accidentally fell into this quiet space.

I want to have a teahouse in the cloud forest, under the pines and the moon, among the flowers and birds, on the fresh green moss, with plain hands playing the piano, and elegant people chatting, all of which is extremely joyful. How can such an exquisite teahouse not be loved and linger over?

A teahouse is a lifelong pursuit of dreams. Push open the half-closed green screen window, sit quietly, put on the tea set, and begin a baptism of lips and tongue, a cleansing of the soul.

The charcoal burned quietly in the charcoal stove, and the spring water was boiling in the jade book. I gently scooped a spoonful of charcoal-burned tea leaves and slowly poured it into the teapot. Wait until the water boils, then pour it carefully. to the teapot. At this moment, the tea leaves quickly unfolded from the original curling up, from floating to slowly sinking to the bottom. The tea water slowly changed from colorless to light green, and the fragrance of tea quietly spread in the house.

At this moment, my heart is as calm as water. I picked up the teapot and poured it evenly into the tea cup, drop by drop. The tea soup is clear and light green, and the rising smoke is like the purple smoke surrounding it when refining elixirs. Picking up the saucer, I sniffed it gently with the tip of my nose. I felt refreshing. After taking a sip, a warm current flowed from my lips to my mouth, from my throat to my body. I felt refreshed all over my body, just like the refreshing feeling after a spring rain. A cup of tea carries my flowers and dreams. In the time of a cup of tea, I can take off the mask of the past. Regardless of fame and fame, I only care about being intoxicated physically and mentally. During the tea-making time, when there is tea, even the breath is filled with the smell of tea, and even the heartbeat is no longer panicked, because I have tea.

A teahouse, pursued for several lifetimes. The moss greened the steps, and the grass greened the curtains. I can tune the piano to my heart's content and read the Golden Scripture. No worldly distractions, no worldly noise. Here, I can hear my own heartbeat and feel the release of being out of this world. Tea is like life, ups and downs, only in a moment. It may be fleeting, or it may be dull, and it will eventually return to zero. I am just a simple and elegant woman, I don’t seek to be grand and grand, I just want the water to flow and the flowers to leave traces. The turmoil in the world will only confuse the mind and forget the original intention. Why not sit in a cup of tea, watch the ups and downs of life, and meditate on the true meaning of life?

I like teahouses, but the fragrance of tea is everywhere here, and the Zen atmosphere is everywhere. When you are tired physically and mentally, you can brew a pot of tea here and calm down your impetuous mind. It seems that everything is empty, just twisting the fragrance, crushing the time into comfortable tenderness. When you are confused and helpless, you can stay here, take a guzheng, and play the strings with your slender fingers. You don’t need to please others, just let the sound of the piano cultivate your mind, bury the so-called negativity in the piano, in the songs, and let the whole heart The heart is open in a poetic and picturesque realm. When you feel hesitant, you can also read the Bible, touch calligraphy and painting here, let the faint fragrance of ink brighten the haze in your heart, and find the joy of life.

Is there such a teahouse, with a cup of tea, a piano, and a few calligraphy and paintings, where all the moods can be placed, isolated from the world, and returned to nature, which is better than a Taoyuan?

An exquisite prose work describing a teahouse: Teahouse

Author: Xinyi

一

There is a teahouse downstairs across the street, and Xiao Yan often looks at it in trance.

Xiaoyan’s family lives on the second floor. From Xiaoyan’s room, you can clearly see every move of the people in the teahouse.

Xiaoyan is quiet by nature and has a reserved personality. He likes to watch the guests in the teahouse chatting or drinking tea alone to infer the characters and identities of those people.

The location of the teahouse is neither prosperous nor too deserted. There are always a few customers in the shop. The hostess of the shop was a woman of about thirty years old, plainly dressed.

The hostess has a young son named Xiao Lin, who is in the second grade of elementary school. He often goes home with Xiao Yan, and Xiao Yan has become his big brother in his heart.

Xiao Yan also truly regards Xiao Lin as his younger brother. He sympathizes with Xiao Lin and even more with himself. It turns out that in a flood seven years ago, both Xiaoyan's parents and Xiaolin's father were killed by the flood. Xiao Lin's only relative is his mother, and Xiao Yan's grandparents take on the responsibility of raising Xiao Yan.

二

? The bell rang for the fourth grade to end school. Xiaoyan rushed out of the classroom like a gust of wind. He knew that Xiaolin was waiting for him at the school gate after school. He burrowed through the crowd like a kitten. Finally, he tiptoed behind Xiao Lin. He slapped Xiaolin's shoulders with both hands and shouted. If it was normal, Xiao Lin would always turn around, make a face, and then the two of them would go home having a rough time. But now, Xiao Lin is still standing there quietly, saying nothing.

Xiao Yan took a closer look and saw a father and son in front of him. The son was holding a 100-point paper, and it seemed that he was already prepared to get a reward from his father. With a smile on his face, the father picked up his son, kissed him and said, "You finally made your father look good."

Dad promised you that he would definitely buy you Ultraman. ?

Such happiness is undoubtedly a luxury for an orphan and a posthumous child. Xiaoyan never had any extravagant desires like Ultraman, as long as he had the love of his parents, that would be enough. In his memory, the appearance of his parents has long been blurred. He vaguely remembers his mother touching his hair and the faint fragrance of his mother.

Xiaoyan sighed, touched Xiaolin’s head and said: Let’s go! They both understood each other’s thoughts, and they walked one behind the other in silence.

After all, they were still two children, and the silence was quickly broken. Soon it became one person running in front and the other chasing behind, all the way to Xiao Lin's tea shop.

The two of them panted like two calves. Two cups of tea appeared in front of them. ?Thank you? Xiaoyan took it and drank it. The good tea became a tool to quench his thirst.

A wisp of fragrance wafted over, and Xiaoyan was startled, as if he was his mother in a vague memory.

?Come in and sit for a while, you are all tired from running. ?Suddenly he found that it was Xiao Lin's mother touching his head. It was the first time that Xiaoyan saw Xiaolin's mother so close. He felt that she had a delicate face and a slim figure. More importantly, she seemed to have a different kind of warmth that he had never experienced before.

?Oh. No, thank you, auntie. Goodbye, auntie, bye Xiaolin!? After saying that, he ran upstairs in a hurry.

Night falls and the moonlight is bright. Xiao Yan was lying on the balcony holding his chin, lost in thought: What would it be like if my mother were still here? She must be as kind as Xiao Lin's mother?

三

That flood Later, the grandparents brought Xiaoyan to settle here. With government subsidies and the surviving property, it was enough to provide for Xiaoyan and his basic life. Although the pain of losing a child can never be made up for, in the eyes of the neighbors, the old couple are still optimistic and happy.

?Xiao Wang, come and try the fish I cooked. ?As soon as I heard it, I knew it was Grandma Xiaoyan who was greeting the neighbors.

Grandma, I went downstairs to play. ?Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Yan picked up a bowl with some fish and ran downstairs. All he wanted to do was feed it to the little stray cat downstairs.

?This child. The fish haven’t been eaten much yet. ?

However, Xiao Yan knew that when he came back soon, his grandma would heat up a large bowl of fish soup for him to drink.

Going downstairs, the cat was missing. Xiao Lin poked his head out of the closed teahouse, "Come in and play!".

Xiaoyan casually placed the bowl at the corner of the table.

Xiao Lin took out his newly bought top.

Xiao Yan’s attention is not on the top. He glanced casually and saw a telescope on the windowsill of the back room. Xiaoyan remembered that he had one when he went to the museum to visit, but because of the urging of classmates behind him, he was not satisfied with it at all.

Xiaoyan raised his telescope and looked towards his kitchen. He saw that the hot fish soup was still steaming, and Xiaoyan couldn't help but lick his tongue.

Suddenly a black shadow jumped over, and then the bowl fell to the ground. Xiaoyan threw down the telescope and looked back to see the black cat eating fish, which was quite satisfying.

?Children, it’s time to go to bed. I'll take care of it. ?Xiao Lin’s mother came in from outside.

Xiaoyan thanked her and ran upstairs, thinking only about the hot fish soup.

?Where have you been? You came back so late. ?

?The Xiaolin family. ?

?Don’t go to other people’s homes. ?

?Why?

?When someone else’s money falls off, they think you stole it. ?

?Then why could I go to Xiaofang’s house before?

?It’s not too late to tell you now. ?

Xiaoyan murmured in his heart: Since grandparents like to drink tea, why have they never been to Xiaolin’s teahouse? If they often go to drink tea and become familiar with Xiao Lin's mother, then I can go to Xiao Lin's house to play naturally.

Xiaolin's mother.

Xiaoyan sat up all of a sudden, and the two voices became smaller and smaller, like crying, and Xiaoyan could not hear clearly. He felt a fire in his chest. For the sake of his father, Xiao Yan was determined to find out this matter.

Five

Night, quiet. The cold wind passed through the corridor, and Xiao Yan walked downstairs step by step. He could only hear the sound of his own breathing. It was curiosity that led Xiao Yan to the front of the teahouse with his frozen and numb feet. ?Xiao Lin. ?He gave a low cry, like a low moan. He pressed his body against the door, and with his ears attached to the door, he could only hear the sound of the faucet and the pounding of his heart.

?Squeak___?The door opened, as if it was locked deliberately, but it was not tight. Xiaoyan walked in gently, step by step. Only the toilet light was on, it seemed that someone was taking a shower.

Xiao Yan walked straight into Xiao Lin’s mother’s bedroom, accompanied by his heavy breathing.

He saw the telescope at first sight.

?She must be spying on us. Huh!? He thought to himself.

As if it made sense to sneak into a private house this time, he unscrupulously turned over the things in this room, hoping to find any clues.

Opening the bedside table, his hands touched two fragments, which were the bowls broken by the cat last time.

?This woman even cares about broken bowls. ?He was dismissive.

I took out another yellowed diary, opened it and it was full of running script. By the luminous light, Xiao Yan could vaguely make out the word "Xiao Yan" between the lines.

It must be evidence that he was spying on our home! Xiaoyan was satisfied.

Turning around, Xiao Yan found Xiao Lin standing at the door of the bedroom wearing pajamas.

Like a victorious general, Xiao Yan said condescendingly: Get out of the way!

Six

I didn’t expect it! I didn’t expect it! Alas! This stubborn kid. ?When grandma picked up her reading glasses and read the diary, she burst into tears.

Grandma touched Xiaoyan’s head and slowly told a story from the past.

Xiaoyan’s mother’s name was Zhou Wen, who was one of the most beautiful girls in the village at that time. Xiaoyan's father and mother were both in their early twenties, and they fell in love. Xiaoyan's grandparents were quite satisfied with their future wife at first, but later they found a fortune teller. Not that it was okay, but I was shocked to find that the two of them were in conflict with each other. Xiaoyan's grandmother firmly opposed their marriage.

Unexpectedly, the two of them went to get the marriage certificate privately, and Zhou Wen became pregnant. Xiaoyan's grandparents reluctantly agreed to the marriage.

When Xiao Yan was one year old, there was a flood. When Xiaoyan's father hugged Xiaoyan and shouted: "Go to the top floor." ?hour. Zhou Wen's first thought was to get the family portrait. So she was the last one to run to the top floor. When she was about to reach the top floor, the flood came in like a beast and swallowed her up. Xiaoyan's father immediately jumped into the water to save Zhou Wen. He miraculously dragged Zhou Wen ashore, but he himself was submerged in the flood.

Grandma Xiaoyan called Zhou Wen a stupid woman for not running away at the critical moment to get some family photos. He also said that Zhou Wenke killed his son. In the end, Zhou Wen was kicked out of the house.

In fact, Xiaoyan’s grandmother is also a kind-hearted woman, and she cannot bear to let this young woman become a widow.

However, Xiaoyan’s grandmother did not expect that this woman would be so stubborn.

She also did not expect that this woman would have her second grandchild in her belly when she left. She originally thought Xiaolin was Zhou Wen's child after he married someone else.

Do you understand everything?

Seven

A teahouse with a family of five opened in the center of the town.

However, a police car arrived shortly afterwards.

Eight

A teahouse with a family of six is ??becoming more and more prosperous.

It turned out that that day

There was a survivor of the flood a few years ago sitting in the police car, and he had just recovered his memory.