Willow branches graze the grass,
As I sit in the shade drinking tea.
A note from a flute blows clearly,
Mingling with the sound of rain.
I could sit here alone forever,
And still I'd never feel lonely.
—
Anonymous poem inscribed on an old Yi Hsing tea pot
Sitting right here with my morning tea.
What a delight in the quiet of the morning!
Have a good, good day!
Sitting right here with my morning tea.
What a delight in the quiet of the morning!
Have a good, good day!