一、景迈山上一碗老茶,足以让景迈大寨春色如旧。我就这样把它捧起来,轻微的晃荡,就把一块景迈山的天空,逗得微微晕眩。如果仙景都是云里雾里,我站在景迈山,也应该腋下生风,可我还是喜欢用人间的烟火,煨煮千年古茶,伺候风清月霁。现在是冬天,很少有买茶的老板,出手阔绰,囤积居奇。茶,在盏,是它最优雅的姿态;水,入茶,才意味深长。我投宿叶选劳的家庭旅馆。白天,选择一些年纪偏大的茶树觐见;夜晚,守着一碗茶水等月亮露脸。中间当然得有一段睡梦, First, King Meishan bowl of old tea, enough to make Jing Mai Dazhai spring as old. I thus took it up, slightest sloshing, put a piece of King Meishan sky, amused slightly dizzy. If Xianjing are foggy, I stood Jingmei Mountain, but also armpit wind, but I still like to use the world of fireworks, simmer boiling ancient tea, wait for the moon. It is winter, very few owners buy tea, generous, hoarding odd. Tea, in the light, is its most elegant gesture; water, into the tea, only meaningful. I stay in Yelao’s family hotel. During the day, choose some older tea auditorium; night, guarding the bowl of tea and other moon show. Of course, there must be some sleep in the middle,