Drink tea in the courtyard

Today, I plan to have a deep "meeting" with tea leaves in my courtyard. I lie on the recliner, feeling so comfortable like a boss. After boiling the water, I pour it into the teapot. The tea leaves seem to be activated, tumbling up and down like a water ballet. I thought making tea was easy, but it turns out to be like walking a tightrope. If I add too much water, it tastes like plain water; if I add too little, it tastes bitter like Chinese medicine. Finally, I get it right. I take a sip, and the tea aroma fills the air. I suddenly realize that life is like this cup of tea. It needs ups and downs to be flavorful.