成都品茶经纪人教你快速学会品茶：134-83859-82327（蔚垫同步）“滴滴答答——”当水邂逅茶叶的那一刻，我的心仿佛放慢了脚步。它有如一位仙女用纤细白嫩的手触碰了琴键，让我情不自禁放慢了一切，我的呼吸似乎停止了。它有如一束温暖的阳光照耀心房，让我不由自主闭上了双眼。
When the water met the tea leaves, my heart seemed to slow down its pace. It is like a fairy with a delicate white tender hand touched the keys, let me can not help but slow down everything, my breathing seems to stop. It is like a bunch of warm sunshine shining on the heart, let me involuntarily close my eyes.

也不知是什么时候爱上喝茶的。只是朦朦胧胧地记得，小时的我对茶反感万分。就算是喝烫烂舌头的白开水，也不愿去用舌尖点一点温热的茶。哪怕尝了一小口，也就马上吐掉。我讨厌茶的苦涩。但不知何时，我忘记了苦涩，贪恋起茶的一抹香醇。每当我品茶时，茶的香醇就如一支画笔，描绘出一幅幅动人的画面：一个孩子穿着洁白的连衣裙，奔跑在金黄的沙滩上。她的银铃般的笑声，伴和着她颈上贝壳清脆的碰撞声，就如一首唯美的小诗。海面上波光粼粼，倒映着她那奔跑的身躯。她的笑容，似乎凝结成了天空中的白云，那样纯净，那样明朗……
I don’t know when I love tea. Just vaguely remember, when I was very disgusted with tea. Even if you drink hot tongue boiled water, you do not want to point a little warm tea with the tip of your tongue. Even after a small bite, it immediately. I hate the bitterness of tea. But I do not know when, I forget the bitter, greedy for a touch of mellow tea. Whenever I taste tea, the mellow tea is like a paintbrush, depicting a moving picture: a child wearing a white dress, running on the golden beach. Her silver bell-8like laughter, accompanied by the clear collision sound of the shells on her neck, is just like a beautiful little poem. The sea was sparkling, reflecting her running body. Her smile, seems to condense into the white clouds in the sky, so pure, so clear…

渐渐地，那一抹醇香变得并不重要了，我却开始偏爱那一缕微涩。微微的苦涩，带着淡淡的忧伤。它没有了那份欢悦与明朗，却沉淀着一份厚厚的沉思和深虑。微涩有如一只奇异的手，可以拨动你的心弦：还是那一个孩子，她穿着一身墨绿的衣裳。她缓慢地挪移着沉重的步伐，头埋得深深的。她静静地坐在岩石上，凝望着火红的夕阳。忽然，一阵海风吹散了那堆细沙。不知怎么，她的眼里，却有一颗、又一颗的珍珠滴落，与深蓝的海汇成了一片，正要向前流去，却被无情的岩石拦腰挡住，一次又一次的奋力冲击，都是徒劳。海风与岩石发出了狞笑……

Gradually, that a mellow become not important, but I began to favor that a wisp of small astringent. Slightly bitter, with a light of sadness. It did not have that joy and bright, but precipitation with a thick meditation and deep thought. Micro astringent is like a strange hand, can touch your heartstrings: or that a child, she is wearing a dark green clothes. She moved heavily slowly, her head buried deep. She sat quietly on the rock, staring at the red sunset. Suddenly, a sea breeze blew away the pile of fine sand. I do not know how, in her eyes, but there is a, and a pearl dripping, and the deep blue sea into a piece, was about to flow forward, but was blocked by the ruthless rock waist, again and again struggling to impact, are in vain. The sea breeze and the rock grinned…
习惯了香醇与微涩的碰撞，习惯了欢悦与沉思的争执，茶的味道似乎变了，品茶的心情似乎变了，那一幅幅画面似乎也变了。但那份遐想却不曾离去过。它就像茶那久久的余香一般，久久地萦绕我身，久久地陶醉我心。
Accustomed to the collision of mellow and slightly astringent, accustomed to the dispute of joy and meditation, the taste of tea seems to change, the mood of tea seems to change, the picture seems to have changed. But that reverie has never left. It is like tea that a long lingering fragrance, lingering in my body, a long time intoxicated my heart.

我如今才明白。原来，我爱茶，并不是贪恋茶的那一抹醇香，也不是偏爱茶的那一缕微涩。我留恋的，是茶带来的那一丝无限的遐想。
I understand it now. Originally, I love tea, is not greedy for tea that a mellow, also is not the preference of tea that a wisp of small astringent. What I miss is the trace of infinite reverie brought by tea.