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铁观音茶元素

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Issuing time:2021-09-06 15:06

没有特别的迹象,也没有任何人告诉你:要这样,要那样。喝着,喝着,舒服了,爽心了,瘾上了--------那年那月,安溪铁观音种植在一大迭诗书经卷拐弯抹角处的“南方嘉木”。




江南的清晨,偶尔的小鸟啁啾里,睡眼还惺忪着,那个叫“茶茶”的瘾虫虫,就呼啦啦地上蹿下跳。毋须任何理由,非得喂饱养足,不然的话,迷糊迷糊的,患得患失的,一不小心,不免又被虫虫的撕咬废了一日时光。




小小时侯,奶奶抱在胸前的搪瓷罐罐,口径大大的,酱色深深的,仿佛村口的那口古井。阳光灿烂的日子,井水明晃晃的,脆生生的,烧开了,叮叮又噹噹,噹噹又叮叮。高高悬起,冲冲,又匆匆,赤条条的茶叶活蹦乱跳,摇曳生姿,滔滔顿舞的那一刻,仿佛又见山弯弯里的锦绣山水,又见水灵灵处的灿烂阳光。氤氲水气里,一股熟悉的草青芬芳,弥漫而起。嗅着,嗅着,沉沉地迷醉了。记得有一次,趁奶奶不在意,伸出舌头,舔了舔挂在杯壁上那深深的酱色,粗糙而生涩,简直锈铁一般呆板。可是,奶奶抱着搪瓷罐罐,就像灌米汤,咕噜噜,咕噜噜,仰着脖子,眯着的眼角一片一片地逸出茶色的笑意。




除了茶,奶奶的烟瘾也大着哩。抱着烟斗,整天吧唧吧唧地闹着,辛辣辣的水烟斗上点着的火更见旺旺了。不时有咳嗽声声,断断续续地。接着,是声声叹息:“烟囝茶囝,饿了伲囡囝。”叹烟叹茶,好象是一个正儿八经的伪命题,叹息之后,你一定又是变本加厉的点烟续茶。





烟也罢,茶也罢。日子,就这么一天一天地,打着转从身边溜走。也不知道什么时候,曲终人散,奶奶不声不息地走了。长大了,我打工在有福之州,与心爱的女人凑上了小家家,住进了格子楼。可是,水泥钢筋框起来的板楼太呆板了,斗室里的烟气火味也太差强人意了。虽然,小家家添了新丁,哭声笑声,此起彼落,日子乐融融的,暖乎乎的。可是,每当有一刻安宁的时光流泻在格子楼里,我总觉得无法逃脱一种隐隐约约的若有若失,这种感觉笼罩着,碍手碍脚的,费了不少工夫,也挥不动驱不散。


突然,直到有一天,我若有所思地想起了奶奶,想起了那把辛辣呛人的水烟斗,和那只酱色冰冷的搪瓷罐罐。第二天,我淘气十足地跑到老家的祖屋,好一番寻寻觅觅,最后,只有更大的失落,更深的疼痛。奶奶还活在我的心里,她依然照耀着我的爱恋,可是,奶奶最最心爱的水烟斗和搪瓷罐罐呢?我真想问问走得远远的奶奶--------再也不留下任何踪影,是不是所有奶奶都喜欢选择的一种记忆方程式?应该说,答案永远地迷失了。或许,有时候,没有答案,就是生活亮出的最完美的答案。很快地,没有任何悬念地,在那个有福之州,悄悄地又添了一个爱喝茶的新手。若干时间段之后,无论在哪个茶座,无论泡什么花色,也无论一个人喝茶,还是几个人品茶,只要有茶,我就满心欢喜地续上一杯又一杯。偶尔撞着闽东老家菜茶炒制的绿茶红茶,更见满心欢喜,乐滋滋的,美滋滋的。慢慢地,慢慢地,喝着喝着,我瘾上了,我迷醉了。终于,有一天,可是到了须臾也离不开茶的地步了。




今天,在车水马龙的大街小巷里,在围追堵截的职场游戏中,在理不断剪还乱的家庭琐事里,因为有茶茶水水的灌溉,我的心每每都能安静下来了,深深潜入茶色的时光里。沉下去,再沉下去,生活的乐子,孵化得更见火爆了,更见奢侈了。





茶,祛除着名利的虚火,延展着生活的宽度,提纯着生命的底色,砥砺着思想的光芒。站在那方格子楼里东眺眺西望望,越来越多的时候,没有什么特别的迹象,我总是彻底地臣服于那一叶来自岁月深处的“南方嘉木”,来自诗书经卷拐弯抹角处的“南方嘉木”。




茶元素,溶解在水分子里;水分子,融合着茶元素。


今天,铁观音茶水是流淌在我们血脉里最多的最滋润的一种液体。




心安茶得。心安静了,且来一壶茶吧。




心安得茶。茶得心安。


信哉,信哉。

英语翻译

There is no special sign, and no one tells you: to be this way, to be that way. Drinking, drinking, feel comfortable, refreshed, addicted--------that month, the "Southern Jiamu" planted at the corners of a large stack of poems and scriptures.




In the early morning in the south of the Yangtze River, in the occasional chirping of birds, with sleepy eyes, the addictive bug called "Tea" hulled and jumped on the ground. Without any reason, you have to be fed and fed, otherwise, you will be confused, suffer from gains and losses, and if you are not careful, you will inevitably be bitten by insects and waste a day.




When I was little, the enamel jar that grandma held on her chest was big in diameter and deep in sauce, just like the ancient well at the entrance of the village. On a bright sunny day, the well water was shining, crisp and raw, boiled, ding-ding and ding-ding, and ding-ding and ding-ding. Hanging high, rushing, and hurriedly, the naked tea leaves are lively and swaying, swaying and dancing, as if seeing the beautiful landscape in the mountains and the bright sunshine in the water. In the immersed water, a familiar green fragrance of grass permeated. Sniffing, sniffing, and drunk deeply. I remember once, while grandma didn't care, she stretched out her tongue and licked the deep sauce hung on the wall of the cup. It was rough and jerky, just like rusty iron. However, grandma was holding the enamel pot, as if pouring rice soup, grumbling, grumbling, raising her neck, and the corners of her squinted eyes escaping tea-colored smiles one by one.




In addition to tea, grandma's addiction to cigarettes is also great. Holding the pipe and making noise all day long, the fire on the spicy water pipe is even more prosperous. There is a coughing sound from time to time, intermittently. Then, there was a sigh: "Smoke and tea, I'm hungry." Sigh and smoke and sigh. It seems to be a serious false proposition. After sighing, you must be a sharper cigarette and tea. .





Whether it is smoke or tea. Days, just like that day by day, spinning around and slipping away. I don't know when the song ended, and grandma left silently. When I grew up, I worked part-time in Fuzhou, where I joined a small family home with my beloved woman and lived in a lattice building. However, the slabs framed by concrete steel bars are too dull, and the smell of smoke in the small room is too unsatisfactory. Although, Xiaojiajia added a newcomer, cries and laughter, one after another, the days were happy and warm. However, whenever there is a moment of tranquility in the lattice building, I always feel that I can’t escape a faint, if there is something lost, this feeling is shrouded, obstructive, it takes a lot of time, and I can’t move it. Can't disperse.


Suddenly, until one day, I thoughtfully thought of my grandma, the spicy water pipe and the cold enamel jar. The next day, I mischievously ran to my hometown’s ancestral house, and I was looking for it. In the end, there was only greater loss and deeper pain. Grandma is still alive in my heart, she still shines on my love, but what about grandma's most beloved water pipe and enamel pot? I really want to ask the grandma who walked far away--------never leave any trace, is it a kind of memory equation that all grandma like to choose? It should be said that the answer is lost forever. Perhaps, sometimes, no answer is the perfect answer that life reveals. Soon, without any suspense, a newbie who loves to drink tea was quietly added in that Fuzhou city. After a certain period of time, no matter which cafe I am in, no matter what color I make, whether one person drinks tea, or several people taste tea, as long as there is tea, I will continue to drink one cup after another with joy. Occasionally bumping into the green tea and black tea made from the home-grown vegetable tea in Mindong, I can see it full of joy, joy, and beauty. Slowly, slowly, drinking and drinking, I am addicted, I am drunk. Finally, one day, but when it comes to the point where tea is inseparable.




Today, in the busy streets and alleys, in the workplace game of chasing and blocking, in the family trivialities that are constantly cutting and chaotic, because of the irrigation of tea, my heart can quiet down every time, and I dive deeply into the color of tea. Time. If you sink, then sink again, the joy of life will become more popular and extravagant.





Tea dispels the false fire of fame and wealth, extends the breadth of life, purifies the background of life, and sharpens the light of thought. Standing in the square lattice building, looking east and west, more and more, there is no special sign, I always completely surrender to that leaf of "Southern Jiamu" from the depths of the years, from poetry and books "Southern Jiamu" at the corner of the scroll.




The tea element is dissolved in the water molecule; the water molecule is fused with the tea element.


Today, tea is the most moisturizing liquid flowing in our blood vessels.




Xin An tea. The heart is quiet, let's have a pot of tea.




Xin An got tea. Tea is at ease.


Faith, Faith.


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