Write a composition of 100 words about the feeling of tea.

During the May Day holiday this year, my parents and I went to my hometown to play. In spring, it's time to pick tea in my hometown. My mother said she would go to the mountains to pick tea. I listened and said, "mom, I'm going to pick tea in the mountains, too!" " "My mother smiled and promised to let me pick tea with her. I jumped three feet for joy. Dad saw it and said, "tea picking tools should be ready, straw hats and small bamboo baskets should be ready." Say, dad brought a straw hat and a small bamboo basket. I put a straw hat on my head and tied a small bamboo basket around my waist. When I was fully armed, my mother and I set off.

Up the hill, my mother took my hand and walked to the tea-picking place. The air on the mountain is fresh and the scenery is beautiful. There are beautiful flowers and many wild strawberries on the roadside! When I arrived at the tea-picking place, I saw tea trees as dense as grass. The breeze blew and the tea trees danced. From a distance, patches of tea trees are like an endless green ocean. When you look closer, the tea trees line up neatly, like a group of soldiers standing at attention.

Smelling the fragrant tea and looking at the neat rows of tea, I immediately felt better. I thought it wouldn't be difficult to pick tea, so I started picking tea. I only pick the ones with big leaves. My mother saw it and said to me, "Yao Yao, you should pick tender tea, so that the fried tea will be fragrant, okay?" Only then did I understand that there is learning in picking tea. After listening to my mother's words, I poured the tea into the basket. I looked at my mother's bamboo basket. "God, Mom, you are so fast, you have already picked half a bamboo basket!" "I shouted, and my mother listened, come on!" I quickly picked up the tea. This time, I carefully picked up the tea leaves, carefully picked the young leaves one by one with my thumb and forefinger, and put them in a small bamboo basket around my waist. Gradually, the tea in the bamboo basket began to increase, my hands became more and more sour, and my sweat kept dripping. Later, I finally couldn't hold on, and I also picked half a bamboo basket of tea. Looking at this half, at this time, my mother said I was going home, so I jumped home with a bamboo basket.

When we got home, we washed the tea and dried it in the shade. When the tea leaves were dry, I started to make a fire. We set up an iron pot, and grandma was responsible for stir-frying. Soon, it's done. I can't wait to grab a handful of tea leaves and put them in a cup, then gently pour them into the hot mountain spring. A fragrant smell came to the nose, and the green tea leaves slowly spread out in the water, dancing like a shy girl. I vomited a little, and a sweet smell came to my mind. I couldn't help taking another bite, and I couldn't help saying sincerely, "Oh, it smells good!" "

This tea is my painstaking effort, so it smells particularly fragrant. Come to your hometown to pick tea next time!