Using design to talk to the rainforest [National Tea Aesthetics]

When sun, moon, and stars
grow rainforests in the tea broth,
all living things begin to breathe.

When a star from Xishuangbanna
falls into the palm of your hand,
in a blue secret world
wrapped by a pale golden sky,
you see vines growing freely…

Peacocks and oysters spread their wings across the star trails,
gazing quietly at the sun and moon within a single inch.
A canyon of a thousand years never vanished—
it simply transformed into a feather-light poem.

White Tea Dragon Pearl
rests quiet in aquamarine mist like dew held still.
Its fragrance whispers secrets
between mountain evergreens and morning fog.
Dropped into water, it unfurls—
a ripple of moonlight set adrift.

The honeyed rhythm flows.
So this is what it means:
drinking tea can feel
like stepping into a mountain stream—
clear and cool, soul-deep.

We peel away the weight of tradition,
let totems dance in the tiniest spaces.
The peacock rests among blossoms,
its feathers drawn in delicate strokes—
sharing silent conversation with you
across the tea table.

All the forgotten mountain spirits—
they awaken in this very moment.
Tradition never left us;
it just learned to see the world
with younger eyes.

Let us drink tea
as a ritual that beats
against inequality.