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Chapter 26 Lamenting the Mongol riots (2)

Hedgehog Grace 妙莉叶·芭贝里 1277Words 2018-03-21
"The baroness has been in a lot of pain lately, with snot and tears every day," added Manuela, referring to Violet Grelier. I am not surprised.At the moment when everything is about to end, the truth will be revealed to the world.Violette Grelier is suitable for a rag, just like Pierre Arden is suitable for a scarf. Everyone is bound by their destiny and cannot stop it. The tail end of the drama of life is being who you really are, even if you have had certain fantasies.At the end of life, even wearing high-end underwear made of delicate silk cannot bring a healthy and energetic body to the patient himself.

I made a pot of tea and Manuela and I sipped it in silence. We had never had the habit of drinking morning tea, so this opposite move brought a different taste. "It's a wonderful feeling," Manuela murmured. Yes, it is wonderful, because we enjoy the double gift of heaven, the sanctity of seeing this ritual ritual broken, and this constant ritual of tea tasting that we share, afternoon after afternoon, makes this ritual It is like being wrapped in a capsule of real life, which brings it a sense of connotation and firmness, and in this early morning, at the moment when the rules are broken, a powerful force suddenly gathers—but we are so careful and slow Drinking tea is precisely because we regard tea as the jade dew and sweet spring, the best gift from God to this unusual spring dawn. Even mechanical movements will become vigorous and full of vitality. Tasting, tasting, pouring, Continuing tea and sipping tea, the state of tasting tea is like a new life.At this moment, the tea ceremony gives us the thinking about the trajectory of life, and because we break this rule, we experience an additional sense of magic that separates the body and mind, because the fleeting but powerful moment of eternity makes time become so as colorful.The outside world roars and roars, sleeps and wakes up, the flames of war are raging, birth, old age, sickness and death, some countries are ruined and their families are destroyed, while others that are thriving and prosperous are still waiting to be destroyed soon. , and the world will still be active, burning, splitting, reborn, and affecting the lives of people in the world.

Well, let's have a cup of tea. Just like Okakura Tenshin (1862-1913), a famous Japanese thinker, artist and critic, had a very high influence in the intellectual and artistic circles of modern Japan, and was a typical representative of intellectuals in the Meiji period.One of his works, "The Book of Tea", has caused a sensation since its listing in the United States. It has not only been introduced into American middle school textbooks, but has also been translated into many languages ​​and spread widely throughout Europe. --Annotation mentioned in the book "The Book of Tea", he lamented the riots of the Mongols in the 13th century, not because the riots brought death and pain, but because the riots destroyed the most precious fruits of Song Dynasty culture-- tea art.I know tea is not an inferior drink.When it is turned into a ritual, where is the beauty in building a mind that can see great talent in small things?Is it among the great things that, like everything else, eventually pass away?Or among small things, unintentionally asking for it, but knowing how to turn a moment into eternity?

The tea ceremony, the same action and the same taste can be repeated clearly and clearly, to achieve a simple, authentic and elegant feeling, suitable for anyone, with very little consumption, can become a nobleman with taste, because tea is a rich man The drink of the poor is also the drink of the poor, so the special merit of the tea ceremony is that it opens a peaceful and harmonious gap for us in the absurd path of life.Yes, everything is empty, lost souls weep for beauty, and trivial matters surround us, so let's taste the fragrance of tea.There was silence everywhere, I heard the whistling wind outside, I saw the softly rustling autumn leaves fluttering in the wind, and the cat sleeping soundly in the warm sunshine.Take a sip of tea, and time will sublimate.

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