Author Nguyen Hieu Tin
Just imagine, when dawn just broke, the farmer gently caught the lingering drops of night dew, calmly lit a warm fire, calmly brewed a pot of green tea imbued with the taste of wind and dew, he didn't fully understand. Tea culture in Luc Vu's Tea Classic cannot understand the magic hidden in teas, nor can we understand the sun and moon in the heart of the pot.
He leisurely sat on the front porch admiring the clouds and sky, freely looking out into the vast rice fields, and chatting with the gentle and simple buffalo next to him, like a close friend. We chatted to each other, suddenly heard the sound of birds chirping happily for a new day, and then suddenly came across a blooming flower branch showing off its charm. Quietly take a sip of tea that contains the taste of elegance and worldliness, not for elegance or luxury or grandeur, just to clear the mind and guide goodness.
In that quiet, poetic, empty space, there seems to be a true integration between people of all genders, all seem to be in harmony with this vast universe. At that time, enjoying tea became a magical cloud of flowers. Flowers are no longer flowers, clouds are not clouds. Tea is no longer tea, religion is not religion...
They melt into each other, into life, like the truth itself, we don't see it clearly, but it's still there, even though we don't see it... Suddenly, it reminds us of the poem by the poet Basho: "Long ago, tea The original religion/ Whenever you are thirsty, just drink it/ If you think of tea with the Tao/ Then one head will pile up another.
Let life manifest itself through a pure heart, feel the harmony with heaven and earth, love everyone, value living beings in every moment while enjoying your beloved Vietnamese tea.
(Entries for the contest "Impressions of Vietnamese coffee - tea" under the program "Honoring Vietnamese coffee - tea" for the second time, 2 by Newspaper Workers organization)
