Chapter 13 evening tea

I still remember walking along that long embankment through the lush bank grass in late spring. On the river beach, workers were packing up equipment, and some people were singing local songs.I suddenly feel that the embankment is too long. I wonder if I can reach the alley where you live before the starry night?The twilight deepened, and a small sound overflowed from the grass. It was the aster bell, and it was me. I brought the dusk too. "Go and drink tea!" The mountains and forests are still green, but the evening light dims them, and it looks like an old photo with yellow spots. We are like two people whose figures have been eroded in the photo, and now we are going back to the photo.The mountain path is narrow, and the sound of tired birds flapping their wings is very clear. This sound has been buried in the bottom of memory for a long time. At that time, we also used the green mountains as a basis in the sound of birds to leave young images!Nowadays, we no longer have a youthful mood, we always leave our exuberant youth to others, so that it is too late when we meet.

It was too late, the small teahouse on the mountainside was closed, and the nearby mountain people greeted each other and returned to their houses in the tea garden.We can only sit on the stone steps by the roadside, look at a house in the mountains opposite, and light their evening lamps in the peaceful and prosperous times.Our lights are in the sky, the starry night has come. "Not reconciled!" You said so.Instead, I feel that the hanging stone has fallen, so don't think about overturning the case.Since we are powerless to change the channel of life, why should we be melancholy about the spring water flowing eastward.

"Consider that I owe you a cup of tea!" This way the road down the mountain will be safer. I think that in this fall or next spring, there will still be tea pickers in the tea gardens in the mountains, but I can't bear to tell you that there will always be only a stream of white water in our cups.