Sunny morning, 20 years ago, I was a young student. Every day when I was getting ready for school, my father would always make a pot of fragrant tea and hand it to me with a smile on his face, saying, "Take it to school and drink it during gym class." At first, I didn't really like the taste of tea, and thought it wasn't as good as other drinks. However, slowly, I gradually got used to making tea every day in my father's ancient purple clay pot.
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This purple clay pot is the only gift left to me by my father. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is just an object. But for me, it is not only a physical object, but also a symbol of the knowledge my father passed on to me. He once told me, "Life is like a cup of tea. When you first drink it, it is bitter, and when you drink it, it is sweet. Just like you read books now, it will take up your time to play games, it will ask you to get up early, and it will also let you go to bed early. But when you grow up, you'll understand." At that time perhaps I did not fully understand the deep meaning of these words, however, as the years went by, I gradually realized the importance of knowledge. Today, my father's ancient Zisha pots have become a way for me to remember him.

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My father once said, "When you pour a pot of tea, you have to savor it, and you can't just drink it like a beverage." He fondly described the growth of tea, from sunshine, wind, rain to the final high-temperature baking, each step is like a life experience. He emphasized that tea is a drink that contains philosophy, calling it the tea ceremony.
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As I grew up, I gradually understood the hardships of life and fell in love with everything about the tea ceremony. I was fascinated by teapots, teacups, tea plates, tea pets, all types of tea, as well as tea culture and tea art. I chose a job related to the tea ceremony and immersed myself in this culture every day. Every time I think of my father's words, I am grateful to him for showing me the wonders of the world.

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Hats off to my father for showing me the beauty of life. I chose to follow the path of the tea ceremony, and every product of the tea ceremony will want to remind me of my father. I hope that in heaven, there is a rose garden where he can sit and savor every petal and cup of tea, conveying the deep thoughts of the living for the departed.