乡思是一泡铁观音茶

有一种思绪总是沿着惯性的方向，虚无缥缈地向着远方，很象在某一无为的午后，随意地泡着的那泡铁观音茶。

那是一种随意的行动，那也是一种习惯的做为。午后，不管有无阳光，不管是独自一人还是三两好友。洗涤茶具，热热地烧水，烫杯，倒茶，取茶，让一种思绪在盖瓯里酝酿。

盖住瓯盖，用拇指托住瓯，用食指按住盖，随意而摇，听着清脆而动的茶响，隐隐知道那是安溪铁观音好茶。

冲水，刮沫，倒水。仿佛拂去漂浮的杂念，留下一种纯纯的相思，久久湿润。

再冲水，让水漫过铁观音茶叶，让滚烫弥满胸怀，茶香飘过千里，万里，仿若到了故里。

很象许多年前的老爸，独自一人，守护着老屋，守护着碳炉，让山泉水任意恣情，让老茶任意浸泡，让自己的思念散向远方，那些远离家乡的儿辈、孙辈。

偶尔，呷一口铁观音浓茶，用一种习惯、一种娴熟，让茶水在嘴间唏唏作响，仿佛拥有无限惬意。

慢咽入喉，让心事化成一种养分，吸入五脏六腑，瞬间迷失自己。微眯的双眼总是凝向远方，那里有奶声奶气的话语，时常叫着“爷爷，爷爷”。

任凭浸泡，喝着的已分不清是茶是药，如果是安溪铁观音茶，那浓浓的香，是家乡的味道；如果是药，正好医治医治多年的乡思病。

There is a kind of thought that always follows the direction of inertia, vainly towards the distance, much like that tea made casually in an inactive afternoon.

That is a kind of random action, that is also a kind of habit. In the afternoon, whether there is sunshine or not, whether alone or in a couple of friends. Wash the tea set, boil the water hot, blanch the cup, pour the tea, take the tea, let a kind of thought brew in the lid.

Cover the lid, hold the lid with your thumb, press the lid with your index finger, and shake it at will, listening to the crisp and moving tea sounds, vaguely knowing that it is good tea.

Flush, scrape, pour water. As if to brush away the floating thoughts, leaving a pure lovesickness, moist for a long time.

Flush the water again, let the water flow over the tea, let the hotness fill your mind, and the fragrance of tea drifts thousands of miles, thousands of miles, as if you have reached your hometown.

Much like my dad many years ago, he was alone, guarding the old house, guarding the carbon stove, letting the mountain spring water freely, let the old tea soak freely, let his thoughts spread far away, those children and grandchildren far away from home. generation.

Occasionally, sipping a sip of strong tea, with a habit and a kind of skill, let the tea chatter in your mouth, as if you have infinite comfort.

Swallow slowly into your throat, let your mind turn into a kind of nourishment, inhale your internal organs, and lose yourself instantly. His slightly squinted eyes are always condensed into the distance, where there are milky words, often calling "Grandpa, Grandpa".

Even if it is soaked, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is tea or medicine. If it is tea, the strong fragrance is the taste of hometown; if it is medicine, it is just to cure the homesickness that has been healed for many years.