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“爷爷泡的茶，有一种味道叫做家……”

周杰伦曾在专辑《三十而立》中唱道。每当我听到这首歌，总要想到爷爷那慈祥的笑脸，还有茶碗中深黄色的茶水……

记得小时候，爷爷常做的事有两件：一是带我去钓鱼；二是坐家里的摇椅上面对着窗外的阳光，一边微笑着一边沏茶。奇怪的是爷爷喝茶时只是微笑却不说话，每当我问为什么，爷爷总是摇头，仿佛这是一条家法，只可意会不可言传。

我很好奇，经常偷着拿起爷爷的茶壶喝上几口。开始还觉得苦涩难喝，但之后学着爷爷的样子咂着嘴唇细细品尝，才发现茶冲泡的水，颜色清冽，幽香四溢，给我以清凉之感。于是喜欢上喝茶，于是在爷爷房外的`梧桐树下，经常有这一副景象：一老一少，石桌对坐，笑谈互饮。

爷爷看到我喝茶时常微笑看着我，仿佛我干了一件成功的事。有时，爷爷还教我一些喝茶的方法，什么“泡好茶，首先要根据茶叶用量。每次茶叶用多少，并没有统一标准，主要根据茶叶种类、茶具大小和自己的喜好标准”“茶多水少，则味浓；茶少水多，则味淡”等等，我不厌其烦的学着，当我自己沏好一壶茶，爷爷总要夸我能干。这时，爷爷的慈祥倒影映在茶的水面上，仿佛和茶水融为一体，那里面有幸福的馨香。

还记得爷爷病倒的那些日子，当他躺在医院里打吊瓶时，他脸上痛苦的表情令我钻心似的痛。有天傍晚我独自陪着爷爷，他叹了口气对我说：“孩子，你能为爷爷沏壶茶么？要龙井茶，别太淡。”我一愣，思考了一会，从病房小卖部里买了一罐龙井茶，强忍着悲痛为爷爷沏了一壶茶。爷爷喝着我沏的茶，笑了，接着拉着我的手说：“孩子，人生如茶，在这清醇的茶香里，透着是种品质，好好学习，好好做人，做个好人……”我抹去眼泪，仿佛明白了一点什么。

多少年过去了，随着我长大，我愈加明白爷爷当年的微笑，爷爷那些话的意思，我能从每一个优秀的人身上品出一股透彻的茶香。这是一股博大的爱啊，在人生的道路上，它时刻促使着我要好好酿造属于自己的这壶茶，我记着爷爷的话：好好做人，做个好人。

今天，又是一个夕阳黄昏，爷爷老房子外的梧桐树下，我泡上一壶茶，看茶叶从水面落到水底，当年的情景又浮荡在眼前。爷爷，我想你了！

Grandpa brewed tea with a taste called home

Jay Chou once sang on the album “Thirty Years Old”. Whenever I hear this song, I always think of Grandpa’s kind smile and the deep yellow tea in the tea bowl

I remember when I was a child, my grandfather often did two things: one was to take me fishing; The second is sitting on the rocking chair at home, facing the sunlight outside the window, smiling and brewing tea. It’s strange that my grandfather only smiles but doesn’t speak when drinking tea. Whenever I ask why, my grandfather always shakes his head, as if it’s a family tradition that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

I am very curious and often steal a few sips from my grandfather’s teapot. At first, I thought it was bitter and unpleasant to drink, but after learning from my grandfather, I tasted it carefully by smacking my lips. It was only then that I realized that the water brewed with tea had a refreshing color and a fragrant fragrance, giving me a refreshing feeling. So I like drinking tea, so I often see this scene under the wutong tree outside my grandpa’s house: an old man and a young man, sitting at the stone table, laughing and drinking together.

Grandpa often smiles at me when he sees me drinking tea, as if I have done a successful thing. Sometimes, my grandfather also teaches me some ways to drink tea, such as “to make good tea, the first thing to do is to use the amount of tea. There is no unified standard for how much tea is used each time, mainly based on the type of tea, the size of the tea set, and my own preferences.” “If there is more tea and less water, the taste is strong; if there is less water, the taste is light.” I tirelessly learn, and when I make a pot of tea myself, my grandfather always praises me for my ability. At this moment, Grandpa’s kind reflection was reflected on the water surface of the tea, as if integrated with the tea, where there was a sweet fragrance of happiness.

I still remember the days when my grandfather fell ill. When he was lying in the hospital playing with a bottle, the painful expression on his face made me feel heartbroken. One evening when I was alone with my grandfather, he sighed and said to me, “Child, can you make a pot of tea for him? I want Longjing tea, don’t be too bland.” I was stunned and thought for a while, then bought a can of Longjing tea from the ward snack bar, and forced myself to endure the pain and brew a pot of tea for my grandfather. My grandfather drank the tea I made, smiled, and then took my hand and said, “Child, life is like tea. In this mellow aroma of tea, there is a quality that permeates. Study hard, be a good person, be a good person…” I wiped away my tears, as if I understood something.

Years have passed, and as I grow older, I have become more aware of my grandfather’s smile and the meaning of his words. I can taste a thorough aroma of tea from every excellent person. This is a vast love that constantly prompts me to brew my own pot of tea along the way of life. I remember my grandfather’s words: be a good person and be a good person.

Today, it was another sunset. Under the wutong tree outside my grandfather’s house, I made a pot of tea and watched the tea fall from the water surface to the bottom. Grandpa, I miss you!