I really love the feeling of watching heavy rain and having a cup of clear tea;

If right now I could be somewhere in a deep mountain tea garden, it would be even more wonderful!
When I was a child, I couldn’t understand the ancients at all—why they always loved burning incense, savoring tea, listening to the rain, admiring the snow, waiting for the moon, pouring wine, tending flowers, wandering in search of quiet and wonder, and playing the zither.
Now I’ve fallen for each and every one of these, and it feels like life really is sustained—one small moment at a time.
Come on—would anyone like to share a cup with me?