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铁观音茶叶时间的味道

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Issuing time:2021-09-06 21:10

生命中总有这样两个人,一个惊艳你的时光,一个温柔你的岁月。在我的生命中一杯“老茶”,如窗下缝隙边的小草,漫步一春,一夏,一秋,于这冬天,仿佛还在执意某个角落,那些熟悉而又陌生的过往,安定一个归属!






回忆很短,时光清浅。就如今夜一个人静静地泡上一杯“铁观音老茶”,闭目养神,轻轻呷上一口,满口的清香,略带点点涩味,慢慢地变成满口香甜,那种甜与香的滋味渐渐地会渗入你的心里,收藏了纯真的记忆。




很小的时候我就接触了茶,在家里茶是每餐饭后必须要喝的;是亲朋好友、远亲近邻入家门时的首要招待。而我喜欢喝老茶可能更多的受父母的影响。我的母亲喜欢喝老茶,而且总是大碗大碗、咕嘟咕嘟的喝,喝得那样有滋有味,着实让人羡慕。我忍不住也跟着学起来,时间长了,便尝到了老茶独有的滋味。后来我才知道,因为经济原因,母亲总是把新茶变现补贴家用,我们能喝到的只有老茶了。




童年里常喝的还有一种特别的“盐米茶”。小时候,每当我腹胀吃不下饭或者是吃坏的肚子上吐下泻,疼爱我至深的奶奶就起身往厨房去炒盐米茶,生火热锅,先放入日常煮饭的白米少许,再放入陈年铁观音茶叶少许,在热锅中不断翻炒,撒入食盐,最后加入热水煮上一碗香香的铁观音盐米茶让我喝下。许多年来,盐米茶伴随我成长,一直到我自己做了妈妈,女儿肚子不舒服时,我常如法炮制盐米茶给孩子喝。多年以后,我仍能清晰地记得奶奶炒盐米茶的样子。




捧着这一壶“老茶”,看着透明的液体慢慢变成红褐色,红而透明有光泽,像葡萄酒一样让人动情。那干枯被压扁的叶子在水里缓缓的伸展,慢慢变得饱满平滑,呈现出它的原来的本色,一片树叶。我就仿佛回到了故乡,回到了童年,回到了少年,回到了父母身边,回到了我们最初的家。





以茶为媒,长大后的我,从中国茶叶第一镇感德这座茶山,走进铁观音发源地西坪这座茶山。出嫁那天伴随我走进夫家还有陈家独有的“女儿茶”,是在女儿出生那一年,陈家会挑当年最好的茶叶精选完便密封起来,等到女儿出嫁时再拿出来作嫁妆,走进夫家的第一天来敬奉公公婆婆。这样经过“时间”洗练后的茶,不但味道甘醇古雅,而且还深具一层历史的意义,这些走过岁月的茶,经历时间自然变化的茶沉淀它古朴的陈韵,像沉稳、睿智、豁达的老者,充满对万事万物的包容,象征著一个女孩成长的过程:由天真、稚嫩走向成熟、圆满的人生。




无独有偶,世家从事茶叶经营的夫家,从父辈开始也会每年留下一些最好的茶叶密封起来,在晚辈结婚那天开启这个别具“历史分量”的陈年茶,告诉晚辈生活如同老茶这般简单。无需经过任何矫揉造作或艺术的加工,只是简简单单的、朴朴素素的样子,由时间的沉淀就能收获属于自己的美好。




在“老茶”浸润下,春天给了我最美好的花香,而我把最美的心香给了流年。世间百媚千娇,我们醉依的只有这一抹绿!心底,永恒,谁在梦里唱歌,只想巧笑嫣然,抹去一生的尘埃;只想琴声轻拨,拂去眉间的隐愁。在每个清晨黄昏,拾起,一起走进秋与冬,书写所有的朝暮美好……让我结婚十年,依然只做一个孩子,走过繁华,爬过低谷,品过人情冷暖,还能这样骄傲的坚持,纯粹的执着,我生命中的亲人包容着我所有的骄傲和任性。在你的眼里,我可以是站在蓝天白云下,浅浅而笑的明媚女子;可以那样,浅笑、嫣然,温暖无限。






经年后一个人独处,是我的快乐。




在文字里寻找另一个自己,耳边的繁华只会在十万八千里之外。这么多年来,习惯了这样的自己,就算是那蠢蠢欲动的不安分也只在书中追寻那个能与自己对话的灵魂。




那样的一个午后,我又遇到“老茶”。微信里我鼓足勇气弹出一条消息“你好,我是小陈”,在我忐忑中,立刻收到你回了个“小陈好”,我强压住心中的那份激动,假装自己很淡然。我的矜持任性裹挟清高,坚决不能漏出一丝喜悦和激动,就这样拉开我们惯有的从容和习惯性问候的拉链。谈了些什么我记不清了,好一会,我们都不知道该再说点什么,我们能感到彼此的沉默,甚至能听到光纤尽头彼此渴慕的心跳。




接下来的日子里我们像是久别重逢的朋友,遇到你,我没有任何的陌生感,有的却是那份来自心底最深处的眷恋。在每个暴雨侵袭的日子里,你总会提醒我上班记得带伞,不要被大雨淋湿,不要感冒。




每天的每天清晨睁眼的那“早安”,临睡的“晚安”,总能让我穿越了一波又一波汹涌的人群,拐过了一个又一个破败的街角,却依然能嘴角轻扬,明媚如初。让我在忙完,累后一个人的时光里,泡一壶陈年老铁,看着袅袅起舞青烟总会浮现一个人的脸,恍惚中你轻轻耳语 “你愿隐在深山,晨钟暮鼓,古佛青灯?”




你的懂得成为了我奋不顾身的勇气。我愿意,我愿意为你在每次阳光温热地轻抚中,自私地许下“你若不来,我怎敢老去?”的誓言,然后嘴角荡起甜蜜的微漾。






我愿意,我愿意为你守着烟火人间的岸头,守着两个人清飒静宁的时光,与你,与陈年老铁,一起慢慢老去。我便是你心弦上舞动的精灵;你为我谱一曲深情厚意的乐章,我为你跳花开绚烂的舞蹈。蹁跹的舞步踏着清清浅浅的心事,轻薄的羽翼扇动着经年不散的幽香。




于我文字涂鸦的埂上,有我们一起经历的忧伤欢喜,有我们洒下的温暖记忆。因为有你一直在我生命里,我才可以如此安心地感知岁月的静好……




一如这个没有你陪伴的午后,记忆里消退的容颜,以及背负的诺言“你已老去,我必须年轻”!




如今这样的时光,也不知道又过了好几年,也不知道你在光纤的那头选拨的命运,是否突破了藩篱,是否离你的梦想又更近一步?是否一枝独秀?是否没有辜负豆蔻青青?是否该兑现“你若心悦,我芬芳”的诺言?




暗夜的时光,模糊了你的脸,趁着黑夜还没过去,我要牢牢记住你的眼,记住从我们手心里滑过的懵懂青春,在记忆里消退的容颜,以及背负的诺言。




我在,“老茶”就在,选一个清静的下午,带一本小书,还有这个叫时间的家伙来过,品着“老茶”看一下午的书,那是金灿灿的少年岁月,岁月轻悠悠地晃过,是这杯老茶,让我如此波澜不惊,岁月静好!

英语翻译

There are always such two people in life, a time that amazes you, and a tender time. A cup of "old tea" in my life, like the grass in the cracks under the window, strolling through spring, summer, and autumn, in this winter, it seems that I am still obsessed with a certain corner, those familiar and unfamiliar past, Settle a home!




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Memories are short and time is clear. Just now that night, I quietly soaked a cup of "old tea", closed my eyes, and took a sip. The mouthful of fragrance, with a little bit of astringency, slowly turned into a mouthful of sweetness, that kind of sweetness and fragrance. The taste will gradually seep into your heart, collecting innocent memories.




I came into contact with tea when I was very young. At home, tea must be drunk after every meal; it is the primary entertainer for relatives and friends, distant relatives and neighbors when they enter the house. And I like to drink old tea may be more influenced by my parents. My mother likes to drink old tea, and she always drinks it with big bowls and gurgling, which is really enviable. I couldn't help but learn it too. After a long time, I tasted the unique taste of old tea. Later I learned that because of economic reasons, my mother always cashed in new tea to subsidize the family, and all we could drink was old tea.




There is also a special "salt rice tea" that I often drank in my childhood. When I was a child, whenever I had bloating and couldn’t eat, or vomiting and diarrhea when I was eating badly, my grandma, who loved me the most, got up and went to the kitchen to fry salted rice tea, light a fire and heat the pot, first put a little white rice for daily cooking, and then Put a little bit of aged Tieguanyin tea leaves, stir-fry in a hot pot, sprinkle salt, and finally add hot water to boil a bowl of fragrant Tieguanyin salted rice tea for me to drink. For many years, salt rice tea has accompanied me to grow up, until I became a mother by myself, and when my daughter felt sick, I used the same method to make salt rice tea for my children. Many years later, I can still clearly remember the appearance of grandma's fried salted rice tea.




Holding this pot of "Old Tea", watching the transparent liquid slowly turn into reddish brown, red and transparent and shiny, it is as emotional as wine. The dry and squashed leaf slowly stretched out in the water, and slowly became full and smooth, showing its original true color, a leaf. It is as if I have returned to my hometown, my childhood, my youth, my parents, and our original home.



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Using tea as a medium, when I grew up, I walked from the tea mountain of Gande, the first tea town in China, to the tea mountain of Xiping, the birthplace of Tieguanyin. On the day of my marriage, I walked into my husband’s house with the unique "daughter tea" of the Chen family. It was in the year of her daughter’s birth. The dowry, the first day after entering the husband's house, I came to serve my father-in-law and mother-in-law. The tea that has been refined by "time" not only tastes sweet and quaint, but also has a deep historical significance. These teas that have gone through the years, and the tea that has undergone natural changes in time, precipitate its simple Chen Yun, like calm and wise. The open-minded old man, full of tolerance for everything, symbolizes the process of a girl's growth: from innocence and immature to a mature and fulfilling life.




Coincidentally, the husband's family engaged in tea business will leave some of the best tea leaves sealed each year from the father's generation, and open this unique "historical weight" aged tea on the day of the younger generation's wedding, telling the younger generation that life is like old tea. As simple as that. There is no need to go through any artificial or artistic processing, just a simple and plain appearance, and you can harvest your own beauty through the precipitation of time.




Under the infiltration of "old tea", spring gave me the most beautiful floral fragrance, and I gave the most beautiful heart fragrance to fleeting years. There are a hundred charming and beautiful people in the world, and we are only drunk with this green! The bottom of my heart, eternity, whoever sings in the dream, just want to smile sweetly and wipe away the dust of life; just want the sound of the piano to flick, brush away the sorrow between the eyebrows. In each morning and evening, pick up, walk into autumn and winter together, write all the beauty of the morning and evening... Let me be married for ten years, still only be a child, through the bustling, crawling through the trough, enjoying the warmth and warmth of humanity, but also Being able to persist with such pride, pure perseverance, the relatives in my life contain all my pride and willfulness. In your eyes, I can be a bright woman who is standing under the blue sky and white clouds, smiling lightly; I can be like that, smiling lightly, sweetly, and infinitely warm.




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It is my happiness to be alone after many years.




Looking for another self in the text, the prosperity in the ear will only be thousands of miles away. For so many years, I have become accustomed to this kind of self, even the restlessness that is around the corner is only looking for the soul that can talk to myself in the book.




In that afternoon, I met "Old Tea" again. In WeChat, I gathered up the courage to pop up a message "Hello, I am Xiao Chen". In my panic, I immediately received a reply "Hello Xiao Chen" from you. I suppressed the excitement in my heart and pretended to be indifferent. . My reserved willfulness is high, and I am determined not to leak a trace of joy and excitement, so I opened the zipper of our usual calmness and habitual greetings. I can't remember what we talked about. For a while, we didn't know what to say. We could feel each other's silence, and even hear each other's longing heartbeat at the end of the fiber.




In the following days, we are like friends who have reunited for a long time. When I meet you, I don't have any strangeness, but some are the love from the deepest part of my heart. On every day when heavy rains hit, you always remind me to take an umbrella when I go to work, don’t get wet from heavy rain, and don’t catch a cold.




The "good morning" with my eyes open every morning, and the "good night" before going to bed, always let me pass through waves of turbulent crowds, turn around ruined street corners one after another, but still can speak lightly. , Bright as ever. Let me soak a pot of old iron in my time when I'm tired, and watch the curling and dancing blue smoke always show a person's face, in a trance you whisper softly, "You are willing to hide in the mountains, morning bells and evening drums" , The ancient Buddha blue lantern?"




Your understanding has become my courage to work hard. I am willing, I am willing to selfishly make the vows of "If you don't come, how dare I grow old?" every time the sun warmly caresses you, and then there is a sweet wavy in the corners of your mouth.






I am willing, I am willing to guard the shore of the world of fireworks for you, guarding the quiet time of two people, and you, and the old iron, slowly get old together. I am the elf dancing on your heartstrings; you compose a heartfelt movement for me, and I dance a splendid dance for you. The wavy dance steps stepped on a clear and shallow mind, and the thin wings flapped the fragrance that lasted years.




On the ridge of my text graffiti, there are the sadness and joy we experienced together, and the warm memories we shed. Because you have always been in my life, I can feel the peace of the years with peace of mind...




Just like this afternoon without your company, the face faded in memory, and the promise "You are old, I must be young"!




In today's time, I don’t know that several years have passed, or whether your destiny on the other side of the optical fiber has broken through the barriers, and is it one step closer to your dream? Is it thriving? Does it live up to the green cardamom? Should we fulfill the promise of "If you are happy, I am fragrant"?




The time of the dark night blurs your face, while the night has not passed, I must keep your eyes firmly in mind, remember the ignorant youth that slipped through the palms of our hands, the face faded in memory, and the promises we carried .




I am here, "Old Tea" is here, choose a quiet afternoon, bring a small book, and this guy called Time came, taste "Old Tea" and read the book for an afternoon, that is the golden years of youth , The years have passed by leisurely, it is this cup of old tea that makes me so calm, and the years are quiet!


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