安溪铁观音 一茶，一香，半日清闲

古人曾这样描绘自己的生活：余尝净一室，置一几，喝一杯铁观音，古鼎焚香，素麈挥尘，意思小倦，暂休竹榻。饷时而起，则啜苦茗。

如此生活场景，心目间，觉洒洒灵空，面上俗尘，当亦扑去三寸。真正风雅羡人的绝非斋室之精雅，而是这般形同冷云、心飘事外的闲淡。

一间屋，六尺地，虽没庄严，却也精致。

蒲作团，衣作被，日里可坐，夜间可睡。

灯一盏，香一炷，石磬数声，木鱼几击。

纸帐梅花，休惊他三春清梦。

笔床茶灶，可了我半日浮生。

洗墨鱼吞砚，烹茶鹤避烟。

山之光，水之声，

月之色，花之香，

文人之韵致，美人之姿态，

皆无可名状，无可执着。

真足以摄召魂梦，颠倒情思。

酒盏诗筒，

便可消天下清风朗月，

闭门高卧，

便可谢人间覆雨翻云。

片时清畅，即享片时，半景幽雅，即娱半景。

得趣不在多，

盆池拳石间，烟霞具足；

会景不在远，

蓬窗竹屋下，风月自赊。

扫石月盈帚，滤泉花满筛。

不以奢为尚，

只因趣移情，

闲淡则自在往来。

心与竹俱空，

貌偕松共瘦，

此生则不枉人间。

随缘便是遣缘，

似舞蝶与飞花共适;

顺事自然无事，

若满月偕盆水同圆。

花开花落春不管，

拂意事休对人言。

水暖水寒鱼自知，

会心处还期独赏。

拳石寸草，罗罗清疏，片景在案，却心游泉壑。

苔枝缀玉，

有翠禽小小，枝上同宿。

客里相逢，

篱角黄昏，无言自倚修竹。

艺花可以邀蝶；垒石可以邀云;栽松可以邀风；

贮水可以邀萍；种蕉可以邀雨；植柳可以邀蝉。

带雨有时种竹，

关门无事锄花，

拈笔闲删旧句，汲泉几试新茶。

垂柳小桥，纸窗竹屋，

焚香燕坐，手握道书一卷。

闲雅会暮雨，幽情知冷风。

清闲无事，坐卧随心，

一席茶，一池荷，

熏香迟暮，花馔青灯。

清荷出水，风送清香，

鱼戏冷泉，凌波跳掷。

汲石涧流泉，烹云芽一啜。

如今休去便休去，

若觅了时无了时。

若能行乐，即今便好快活。

身上无病，

心上无事，

春鸟是笙歌，春花是粉黛。

闲得一刻，

即为一刻之乐，何必情欲乃为乐耶？

喝一杯安溪铁观音吧

The ancients once described their life in this way: I tasted a clean room, set it up for a few times, burned incense in the ancient pot, and waved dust in the ancient pot, meaning I was a little tired, so I took a break from the bamboo couch. Xiang, sip bitter tea.

Such a life scene, in my mind, is full of spiritual air and common dust on my face, which should also throw away three inches. What is truly elegant and enviable is not the refined elegance of the fast room, but the leisure like Leng Yun, with a floating heart.

A room, six feet on the ground, though not solemn, is also exquisite.

Make a futon, make a quilt with clothes, sit in the day and sleep at night.

One lamp, one incense burner, several stone chimes, and several wooden fish blows.

Paper plum blossom, don't surprise him.

Pen bed and tea stove can save me half a day's life.

Wash cuttlefish to swallow inkstone, brew tea crane to avoid smoke.

The light of mountains, the sound of water,

The color of the moon, the fragrance of flowers,

The charm of literati, the posture of beauty,

All are indescribable and persistent.

It's really enough to summon the soul and dream, and reverse the feelings.

Wine and poetry barrel,

It can make the world cool and the moon bright,

Close the door and lie high,

You can thank people for having sex.

When the film is clear and smooth, that is, when the film is enjoyed, the half scene is elegant, that is, the half scene is entertained.

Not much fun,

Between the basin boxing stones, the haze is full;

The scenery will not be far away,

Under the window bamboo house, the romantic moon is on credit.

Sweep the stone moon with a broom, and filter the spring flowers with a sieve.

Don't take luxury for granted,

Just because of interest and empathy,

When you are idle, you can travel freely.

Heart is empty of bamboo,

Look loose and thin together,

This life is worth living.

Fate is fate,

Like butterfly dancing and flying flowers;

Everything goes well, nothing happens,

If the full moon is in the same circle with the basin water.

Whether flowers bloom or fall in spring,

Don't tell people what you want.

Shui Han plumbing fish knows it,

Meet at the meeting place and enjoy it alone.

A stone cuts the grass, Luo Luo Qing is sparse, the scene is on record, but the heart wanders around the springs and valleys.

The moss is decorated with jade,

There are small green birds, which live together on the branches.

Meet in the guest room,

Corner dusk, silent self-reliance bamboo.

Art can invite butterflies; Stone can invite clouds; Planting pine can invite the wind;

Water storage can invite Ping; Planting bananas can invite rain; Planting willows can invite cicadas.

When it rains, sometimes bamboo is planted,

There is nothing to close the door and hoe flowers,

Delete old sentences casually, and try some new tea in Jiquan.

Hanging willow bridge, paper window bamboo house,

Burning incense swallows, holding a roll of Taoist books.

Elegant meeting will rain at dusk, and quiet feeling will know the cold wind.

Being idle, sitting and lying at will,

A cup of tea, a pool of lotus,

The incense is dying, and the flowers are green.

Clear lotus leaves water, the wind sends fragrance,

Play fish cold spring, Ling Bo jumps and throws.

The stone stream flows to the spring, and the cloud buds are boiled and sipped.

Take it now, take it now,

If there is no time, there is no time.

If you can enjoy yourself, you will be happy today.

Without illness,

Nothing to worry about,

Spring birds are a strike song, and spring flowers are makeup.

Have a spare moment,

It's a moment's pleasure. Why is lust for pleasure?