成都品茶自带工作室分享茶艺知识讲解：195-82209-89832（蔚垫同步）夜，很静;亦是很冷。清冷的月光伴着乌云透下来，惨白的照在我的脸上，把我的脸照的苍白。我手中捧着一杯香茶靠在窗前，云雾袅袅，茶香萦绕，滚茶透过细腻冰冷的白玉杯带着丝丝柔滑却依旧不能温暖我冰冷的手。
Night, very quiet; is also very cold. The cold moonlight with the clouds through down, pale on my face, my face as pale. Holding a cup of fragrant tea in my hand leaning against the window, the clouds curl up, the fragrance of tea lingering, rolling tea through the delicate cold white jade cup with filar silk smooth but still can not warm my cold hand
轻啜一口，淡雅的茶香顺着温水慢慢滑入喉间，满口留香，鼻尖的茶香久久不去。我抿紧了薄唇，回味着口中的苦涩。白皙冰冷的手扣紧了茶杯，指间发白兀自望去，月光朦胧下的夜色如酒，凉风吹起我披散的长发，月也被夜所埋没。雨就这样静静的.下了起来，寂静无声。我缓缓伸出手，一滴雨点落在我的手上，很冷，亦是无情。嘴角不自觉的掠过一丝苦笑，有意无意的清冷。风带着雨丝落在我的脸上，而又滑落，周而复始。
A sip, quietly elegant tea fragrance along the warm water slowly slide into the throat, full of mouth fragrance, the tea fragrance of the nose for a long time. I pressed my thin lips and remembered the bitterness in my mouth. My white and cold hand clasped the cup, and I looked out with white fingers. The night under the moonlight was like wine, the cool wind blew my long hair, and the moon was buried by the night. The rain is so quiet. Under the rise, silent. I slowly reached out my hand, a drop of rain fell on my hand, very cold, is also ruthless. The corners of the mouth unconsciously across a wry smile, intentionally or unintentionally cold. The wind fell on my face, and fell, repeated.
只觉眼眸有一丝湿润滑落，不知是雨还是泪?凉风吹起我单薄的白衣，手中的茶已凉透过白玉茶杯凉了我冰冷的手。轻抿一口，凉水顺着喉间滑入，过处留香，冷香飘飘，苦涩自口中转为甘甜，手放松了原本扣紧的茶杯，泛青的骨节渐渐转为白色。心，也静了不少。手中的茶已凉，但我并未加水，只是怕贪恋上温暖，而在失去温暖后回不去黑暗，雨又急了些，身子又冷了几分，这让我更加清醒，回忆起往年，心中说不清的惆怅。
only feel the eyes have a trace of wet slide, I do not know is the rain or tears? The cool wind blowing my thin white clothes, the tea in my hands has cooled through the white jade cup to cool my cold hands. Light sip, cold water down the throat, through the fragrance, cold fragrance fluttering, bitter from the mouth into sweet, the hand relaxed the original tight cup, the green bone gradually turned white. Heart, also quiet a lot. The tea in the hand has been cool, but I did not add water, just afraid of greedy warmth, and after the loss of warmth back to the darkness, the rain is anxious, the body is cold a few minutes, which makes me more sober, recall the previous years, the heart can not say the melancholy.
几时，我们一起听风望雨?几时，我们一起轻轻低吟?曾一起欢笑一起流泪，如今，你们却已不在我身边，几滴清泪滑落，却不想擦，在心中一遍遍问自己，过去的事，你可后悔了?若重回来过，你可还会这样做?
When will we listen to the wind and watch the rain together? When will we gently whisper together? once laughed together and shed tears together, now, you are not around me, a few drops of clear tears fall, but do not want to wipe, in the heart again and again to ask yourself, the past, you can regret? If you come back again, will you do this again?
