我时常一个人坐着喝茶,同一壶茶,在第一泡时苦涩,第二泡甘香,第三泡浓沉,第四泡清冽,第五泡清淡,再好的茶,过了第五泡就失去味道了。这泡茶的过程时常令我想起人生,青涩的年少,香醇的青春,沉重的中年,回香的壮年,以及愈走愈淡,逐渐失去人生之味的老年。我也时常与人对饮,最好的对饮是什么话都不说,只是轻轻地品茶;次好的是三言两语,再次好的是五言八句,说着生活的近事;末好的是九嘴十舌,言不及义;最坏的是乱说一 I often sit alone and drink tea, the same pot of tea, bitter in the first bubble, the second bubble incense, the third bubble thick, the fourth bubble clear bubble, the fifth bubble light, no matter how good the tea, after the first Five bubbles on the loss of taste. The process of making tea often reminds me of life, young and juvenile, mellow youth, heavy middle-aged, fragrant years of return, and more and more light, gradually losing the taste of life of the elderly. I often drink with people, the best drink what is not to say anything, just lightly tea; times good is a few words, once again good is five or eight, talking about the recent events; end The good thing is complaining, impolite; the worst is to talk nonsense