A cup of green tea in the hands of New Year's Day in 2022
Lin Qiquan
Pour the tea into the glass
Tiny particles tumble in a thermal vortex
This is the beautiful dance and melody.
Look, it's green.
Like the call of thousands of mountains and rivers
I took a sip. It's a familiar taste.
There are unhappy things, there are very happy things.
Like this year after year
Take another sip. Imagine.
My heart is getting warmer and warmer, so I won't be lonely.
The heart comes out of the crossroads of life
The fine powder of the tea finally sank to the bottom of the cup.
Like the footprints of the years
But that's still how I feel.
The warmth in my hands...