Life is like a cup of tea. It will not suffer for a lifetime, but it will suffer for a while.
Passing by that street by chance today, all familiar sights came into view, the street was still noisy, and the pedestrians were still walking in a hurry. I looked around and involuntarily stepped into the tea house-Yayun Tea House.
Sitting in the antique tea house, looking at the finely carved wooden tables, the small and exquisite tea sets on the table and the screens with pictures of ancient ladies in front of the door. I ordered a pot of chrysanthemum tea that I had drunk before. The heat wafting out of the cup was completely isolated from the cold weather outside the house. There were only green or yellow chrysanthemums in front of me, and I only smelled the faint fragrance in my nose... Take a sip, The unique bitterness of chrysanthemum immediately filled the lips and teeth, but the bitterness came to me. After the unbearable bitterness, the sweetness hidden behind the bitterness spread between the lips and teeth and slowly flowed into my heart.
I still remember the last time I came to this tea house, I hurried out after taking the Mathematical Olympiad class, and I was preparing for the next small class. I accidentally saw the plaque on the door of this tea house. The beautiful lines on the plaque attracted me. His eyes, subconsciously walked in, in order to understand the thirst, ordered a pot of chrysanthemum tea, swallowed, only felt bitter and unbearable, then never came. At that time, it was the critical moment when I was working hard to prepare for the beginning of the small rise. I went to bed every night and got up early, buried in the sea of questions, just to get a good middle school. Chengshan's test papers were dangling in front of my eyes. Everything was prepared for the last. The hard work of breaking the boat... Huangtian is worthy of his heart. When I got the admission notice, my hanging heart slowly let go, and the joy of success flowed in my heart.
Looking at this pot of chrysanthemum tea, my eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the little chrysanthemum. The bitterness comes from it, and the sweetness comes from it. I seem to see the chrysanthemum blooming in the autumn, not afraid of the rustling autumn breeze. Struggling to blossom, blooming life becomes a beautiful landscape in autumn.
Taste this pot of chrysanthemum tea again, and feel a lot. To be sweet, you must first bitter...
JIANGJING TEAPOT
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