Tea Hidden in the Mountain Corner | A Leisurely Half Day, a Pot of Autumn Light

In the afternoon, retreating into the tea room of the guesthouse, time seems to be slowed down by the mountain breeze, flowing gently. Outside the window, the bamboo forest sways, bamboo leaves undulating like green waves, distant mountains like ink, silently resting between heaven and earth. Occasionally, bird calls pierce through the forest, crisp like the sound of a zither, adding a touch of liveliness to this tranquil space. Local wild tea unfolds in a purple clay teapot, the lingering tea fragrance carrying the crispness of the mountains and fields, filling the air. Taking a deep breath feels as if the entire lungs are cleansed by the freshness of the mountain air. The tea soup tastes slightly bitter at first, then quickly turns sweet like a spring, the flavors unfolding layer by layer on the tongue, as if savoring the richness of the entire autumn. The tea room is elegantly arranged, the solid wood tea table glowing with a warm luster, and delicate tea sets placed on a plain-colored tea mat, each piece exuding the warmth of craftsmanship. We slowly pour water and brew the tea, watching the leaves rise and fall in the cup, like the ups and downs of life, letting the autumn light flow slowly in the misty tea aroma. The tea smoke rises gently, blending with the bamboo shadows and mountain colors outside the window, and the mind feels as if washed by mountain spring water, becoming clear and peaceful. A pot of tea, half a day of leisure, the autumn in the mountains can be so leisurely "drunk" into the heart. Here, drinking tea is no longer just quenching thirst, but a practice in harmony with nature. In the fragrance of tea, time seems to take shape, flowing slowly and gently.