"A book, a cup of tea and a bosom friend, one life after another. A person's life is very short, and all the joys and sorrows are only in a simple pot of green tea. "

The purest life is to get rid of distractions, retire to the mountains and be a simple person.

Books see the heavens and the earth, tea understands the Tao, and the heart has a heart.

The rest of my life, whether lonely or clean, is no longer entangled.

Only this book remains unchanged.

Gorky once said, "The more you read, the stronger and braver your spirit will be."

It is hard for people to understand whether the world is true or false. I really can't learn anything from those huahuachangzi, so I have to hide in books and seek a quiet place.

Books are both spiritual food and refuge.

The most desirable picture is a person sitting in the yard, holding a book, slowly entering the world of books, with lush trees and the sunset slowly setting.

How much did the ancients love reading?

I heard that there was a man named Che Yin, whose family was poor and had no money to buy lamp oil.

On summer nights, many fireflies fly around and shine.

Che Yin thought of a way, caught many fireflies, put them in gauze bags, and lit books with fluorescent lights.

I want to know whether this story is true or not.

I think it's romantic. Reading under fluorescent light may add a little atmosphere.

After a hard day, I opened a book, immersed in the story, moved and shocked.

Even after reading only one line, I feel quite comfortable.

Hou, a famous crosstalk master, has only been in primary school for three years, but he still yearns for studying in his heart.

Once, he wanted to buy an ancient book of the Ming Dynasty, which was ridiculous. He searched all the old bookshops and couldn't find it.

Later, he learned that the library had this book, so he went to the library to copy the book for half a month, a book of 100 thousand words, and so he finished copying it.

Reading lies in artistic conception, loneliness and nuance.

"Writing is true in a closed house, and all kinds of pine trees are old dragons."

Things are unpredictable, only books remain the same.

Life is like tea, sober and self-aware.

San Mao wrote:

"Tea is like life, the first tea is bitter like life, the second tea smells like love, and the third tea is as light as the breeze."

A cup of tea is bitter and refreshing.

After the aftertaste, sweet and mellow, spread on the tip of the tongue.

Life is like tea.

When I was a teenager, if I just picked the tender tip, it was fresh and energetic, and everything was possible.

When people reach middle age, they have already been scorched by fire, and their youth has faded away, leaving only bitterness and solitary tempering.

In old age, in a clear water, it exudes fragrance and releases sweetness.

Lu Yu loved tea all his life and was called "Cha Sheng".

At the age of 24, he settled in Jiangnan, wading through mountains and rivers, taking tea as his friend and tea as his companion.

Living in seclusion in the mountains, I spent a lot of time writing the Tea Classic.

He wrote in the poem:

"Don't envy leijin, don't envy the white jade cup, don't envy the whole province, don't envy the evening stage; Thousands of miles to the Xijiang River, down to Jingling City. "

A lively banquet is not as good as a quiet teahouse.

In the study room, light a wick incense and fry a pot of tea to have a quiet space to soothe the soul.

All I can hear is the sound of boiling water and my own heartbeat.

You don't have to wear a mask. Tea is the best companion. It contains all your cowardice and helplessness, and then turns your emotions into strength.

Life is like tea. You don't argue, you don't complain, just let the clear water brew all kinds of flavors.

I finally understand that only after drinking all the bitterness in life can I taste the sweetness.

It is enough to have a bosom friend in life.

Lin Yutang said: "There are bosom friends in the world, so you don't have to hate them."

No matter how wronged and uncomfortable I am, I can tell my confidant that it is unfair to stop hating God in my life.

The person by the bed is not necessarily a bosom friend. Being in the same room is not necessarily a confidant.

A true confidant is someone who can read your heart and give you strength.

Remember the allusion of "high mountains and flowing water".

Yu Boya is good at playing the piano, while Zhong Ziqi is good at appreciating the piano.

When Boya plays the piano, he thinks of mountains. Zhong Ziqi said, "Good! Just like the towering Mount Tai stands in front of me! "

No matter what Boya plays, Zhong Ziqi can read his mind.

Later, when Zhong Ziqi died, Boya thought he would never find his bosom friend again, so he broke the piano.

Li Shutong wrote such a lyric in Farewell:

"Time is short, the ends of the earth, bosom friends. A spoonful of turbid wine can make me happy, and I will bid farewell to Meng Han tonight. "

In middle age, you will find that everyone around you is gradually leaving, full of pain, and you don't know who to tell.

The rest of my life is not long, I just want to have a bosom friend.

The cleanest way of life.

People live a lifetime, and there are not many things that can really be grasped.

A cup of tea, a good book and a bosom friend, if you can have a moment of leisure, you will not waste this life.

"The stove and tea pot boil a living fire, which is clear and clear, and it is enough to be called a scholar."

Not arty, not posturing, just feeling the world quietly.

Refreshing yourself with tea, reading and having friends are the cleanest ways to live.