凡是文人皆嗜茶,这几乎成了约定俗成的规律。很小的时候,就记得爹总爱沏上一壶清茶,这时,从远处观望爹的书房就像仙气萦绕出的太虚幻境,“云里烟村雾里滩”般朦胧而奇异。爹就正襟危坐在案几边,借着温情的灯光翻阅着书卷,桌上必不可少的便是一杯香茗。我总是蹑着脚,静悄悄地立在一边,着 All literati are addicted to tea, which has almost become the rule of convention. When I was very young, I remembered that I loved to brew a pot of tea. At this time, watching the study from afar was like a illusionary fairyland. “Yunli Village in Yanli, Yunnan” was as strange and strange as it was. . He was sitting on all sides of the case, looking through the warm light and reading the books. The table was indispensable for a cup of tea. I always limp and quietly stand on the side