纽约长岛，海风轻轻吹过，夕阳洒在水面上，像是天地之间的一次深呼吸。就在这片宁静中，我们用茶，邀请了一场文化的对话。

Long Island, New York — The sea breeze drifts gently by, the setting sun spills across the water like a deep breath taken between heaven and earth. In this quiet moment, we used tea to invite a dialogue between cultures.

这是一次中国禅茶文化的分享，也是一次中美友谊的交融。来自不同背景的朋友，有熟悉中国文化的，也有我的美国邻居们。茶席前，大家放下身份，只带着一颗好奇的心，来感受这份东方的温柔。

It was a sharing of Chinese Zen tea culture, and also a blending of Chinese and American friendship. Friends from different backgrounds gathered—some already familiar with Chinese traditions, others my American neighbors. Before the tea table, everyone set aside their titles, bringing only a curious heart to feel the gentleness of the East.

好茶从云南带来，好东西，就该和大家一起分享。

The fine tea came from Yunnan, because good things are meant to be shared.

我们聊茶的历史，讲茶的礼仪，也讲茶背后的哲思——慢、静、敬、和。有人听得入神，有人频频点头，在这一刻，文化不是隔阂，而是桥梁。

We spoke of tea’s history, its etiquette, and the philosophy it carries—slowness, stillness, respect, and harmony. Some listened intently, others nodded in agreement. In that moment, culture was not a barrier, but a bridge.

茶水缓缓注入杯中，热气升腾，像是时间也慢了下来。静静地品茶，有人闭目，有人微笑，在纽约的喧嚣中，这一刻格外安静。茶禅一味，给心灵一个角落，让它歇一歇。

The tea poured slowly into the cups, steam rising as if time itself had slowed. In the stillness of tea, some closed their eyes, some smiled. Amid New York’s bustle, this moment was a rare pocket of calm. Zen and tea became one, giving the heart a small corner to rest.

素食也端上来了，味道清淡却回甘。在这里，分享的不只是食物，还有彼此的故事。有人讲起第一次来中国的经历，有人说起家乡的味道，欢声笑语在空气中流动，像是文化在彼此之间悄悄生根发芽。

Vegetarian dishes were served, light in flavor yet lingering sweetly. Here, what we shared was not only food, but also stories. Someone spoke of their first trip to China; someone else described the taste of home. Laughter and conversation flowed through the air, like culture quietly taking root between us.

而这一切的背后，是好朋友Zora和启明静心学堂的师兄们默默的付出。他们在厨房里洗菜、切菜，每一个动作都带着慈心。他们说，做饭不是为了填饱肚子，而是为了表达善意。每一份用心，都是对这场相聚的珍惜。

Behind it all were my good friend Zora and the brothers from Qiming Meditation Hall, working silently in the kitchen—washing vegetables, chopping with care. They said cooking was not just to fill the stomach, but to express kindness. Every bit of thoughtfulness was a sign of how much this gathering was cherished.

夕阳渐渐落下，年轻女孩的古筝声，年迈爷爷的黑管声，中国音乐在美国的海边悠扬婉转。美国朋友听着听着，入了迷；华人朋友听着，却是思乡曲。最美的不是夕阳，是一起看夕阳的人。

As the sun slowly set, the sound of a young girl’s guzheng and an elderly gentleman’s clarinet rose into the air. Chinese melodies lingered along the American shoreline. For our American friends, the music was enchanting; for our Chinese friends, it was a song of home. The most beautiful thing was not the sunset, but the people watching it together.

这一日，我们在茶香中相遇，在笑声中告别。文化交融，友谊升华，禅茶雅集，期待下一次，与你再次相逢。

That day, we met in the fragrance of tea and parted with smiles. Cultures intertwined, friendships deepened. A refined Zen tea gathering—until next time, when we meet again.