《红花墨叶绿茶》

北美仙人掌🌵

《红花墨叶绿茶》

文｜北美仙人掌🌵
乙巳深秋 · 加州

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红花在午后微光里倦着，
像久别的梦，不肯醒。
光，从花瓣的边缘滑落，
落在茶盏里，化作一息轻纱。

案上微烟起，笔声轻落香，
砚台如田，笔如犁，
我在字里耕下时光。
那一滴未干的墨，
似种子，亦似惆怅。

绿茶轻旋，香气渐淡，
一盏清苦，抵过流年。
我在茶影中望见旧人，
眉目模糊，似风似烟。

红花终谢，墨叶犹长，
杯底的水，映出时光。
而人生啊——
原来最深的温柔，
总藏着一点失落的香。

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English Version | Red Blossom, Ink Leaves, and Green Tea

by North American Cactus 🌵

The red flower wilts in the soft afternoon,
Like a dream that will not wake.
Light drifts off its edge,
Falling into the cup, turning to a breath of silk.

A wisp of ink rises; the pen hums faintly.
The inkstone is a field, the brush a plow,
and I till the soil of time in words.
Each drop of ink,
a seed, a sigh, a trace of longing.

Green tea swirls, its scent grows thin,
one quiet bitterness outlasts the years.
In the steam, an old face flickers—
half memory, half mist.

The red flower falls, the ink leaf endures;
time pools in the bottom of the cup.
And life, perhaps,
keeps its gentlest tenderness
in the quiet fragrance of loss.

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