It was the first time I took part in the outdoor activities of Xuancheng small reporters. It was a really good weather, neither rain nor sun, the sky was cloudy, and the wind blew on the face was very comfortable.
Wow, the tea garden is really beautiful! A tea tree into an arch connected to a ridge, forming a piece. The tea garden in the rolling hillside with the terrain, like a green sea of undulating waves.
It is said that this is a piece of tea land without pruning and pesticide sprinkling, we can rest assured that the picking. This is my first time picking tea leaves! Tea leaves are very tender, gently a force on the drift down to the palm of the hand, tea leaves soft, pinch in the hand is very soft and comfortable. I don't know who said: "You quickly smell, good smell!" I also grabbed a handful to the tip of the nose, well, there really is a tea fragrance, no wonder so many people like to drink tea! A tea farmer grandmother told me: "Tea leaves are best in one bud and one leaf. Here! Like me." So I searched for such tea leaves in the vast sea of tea. Although there are not many such tea leaves, but in this large tea garden, such tea leaves are still countless.
I came to a tea-making workshop and saw the process of making tea by machine. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at the process, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at the process. How God ah, turquoise tea leaves first in the hot pot to become more green and soft, and then deeper contraction, and finally by our hands and feet kneaded into a strip. The tea was ready, although it was only a small handful, but after all, it was hand-picked and hand-made by us! We couldn't wait to boil the water and make the tea. It's really like what mom said, sip, the fragrance of the slightly bitter, and then also a little sweet, really good.
It was so good! I'm waiting for my grandparents and dad to come back to taste it.
Picking Tea Leaves Essay 2When my dad was drinking tea, I smelled the strong aroma of tea and ran over to him and asked, "Dad, how does tea come?" Dad replied, "Tea leaves are picked from the tea tree, and it's not easy to come by." I asked again, "Tea leaves are not just picked easily, how can they be hard to come by?" Dad laughed but did not say, just let me experience it.
Dad sent me to the place of picking tea leaves, a piece of terraces on the tea leaves spread over the entire mountain field. Dad told me, "You only need to pick half a basket on the line." I thought to myself, "Half a basket, it's a piece of cake. Only to see, in the green bushes, a few tea tea farmers wearing a straw hat, scarf around the neck, waist tied a bamboo basket, hands constantly dancing up and down. I followed their example, began to pick up tea leaves, but I'm not sure which piece of tea leaves should be picked. But I didn't know which tea leaves to pick. I don't care, I just picked them first. I just reached out to pick, but accidentally cut my hand. The hot sun kept shining, and my neck and back felt sticky and uncomfortable. After a while, I felt as if there was a bug in my arm, very itchy and itchy ...... When I dragged my exhausted body to put down the bamboo basket to check the fruit of today's labor, I was shocked: the tea leaves I picked didn't even fill up the bottom of the basket, and some of the tea leaves were mixed with debris, and some of the tea leaves were not in good shape. It seems that most of the tea leaves I picked are substandard products. At this time, my father saw me, smiled and said: "Picking tea leaves is difficult, isn't it? First of all, you have to find the right tea leaves, and then carefully pick the tea leaves and put them into the basket. Sometimes you also have to endure the hot sun, this is not enough, but also need to have some patience."
Listening to my father's words, I y appreciate the hardship and hard work of picking tea leaves, and moreover, I realize that in life, some things seem simple, but in fact, you have to be serious and perseverance to complete.
Tea Picking Essay 3The annual May Day is here, my mother and I discussed how to have a meaningful holiday that can truly reflect the value of labor? Finally, we decided to go to Grandma's house to pick tea leaves.
My grandmother's home in the lower end of the continent, where the mountains and water, beautiful scenery, fresh air, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, came here as if to the paradise. This is the place where Jiande produces alpine tea, and my grandmother's family grows a lot of tea, including the famous white tea.
Early in the morning, one of us took a basket, stepped in the dew, greeted the first sun, to the tea mountain. Come to the tea mountain, look up, the mountain is full of green tea trees, the faint fragrance of tea to the face. A tender tea leaves in the breeze gently swaying, I can not wait to reach out and pick. Mom quickly said: "Don't panic, picking tea leaves, we must choose the top of the most able to pick, that is, only pick a leaf and a stamen, so that the tea fried out not only beautiful appearance, but also the color of the tender yellow, the flavor of the fragrance." I listened to my mom's words, seriously pick up. At first I was careful to pick one by one, but over a long time in the basket or only a little. I thought: it is not easy to pick a catty. I was a little anxious, accelerated the hand movement, gradually more and more tea leaves in the basket, then I felt very sore hands, back clothes are soaked with sweat.
After nearly three hours of tea picking, my little basket is finally full. Mom said that it takes a lot of processes to make fresh tea leaves into dry tea leaves.
Looking at the fruits of my labor, I finally y appreciate the hard work of tea farmers.
So in the future I must develop a good habit of thrift.
Tea Picking Essay 4At the time of the Qingming Festival, my brother and I went to the tea hills in the countryside to pick tea together.
Welcoming the warm spring wind, which is much more comfortable than the wind blown by electric fans. On this road, green grass, spring flowers opened on both sides of the stream, like dots of flowers on silk, conveying the breath of spring. In a short while, we arrived at Tea Mountain.
The rustling sound of the dense woods on Tea Mountain and the tinkling of the brook played a joyful marching song. The rows of green tea trees, exuding a refreshing aroma of tea! I gently picked a tea leaf and told my brother to pick two leaves and a bud to be considered good. Then, we mined in the tea bush, we picked one after another, although tired and sweaty, but the psychological happy flowers. Suddenly, I heard my brother excitedly shouted, "Brother, come and see the tea flowers!" I can not wait to go over to see, it is a small and delicate camellia, this flower is not as fragrant as osmanthus, not as colorful as roses, but has its own charm.
I stopped picking tea leaves, straighten up and look up, saw the tea farmers wearing straw hats, chest hung a large bamboo basket, is fully concentrated on tea picking. I walked over to see, surprisingly, has been picked half a basket of more. Tea farmers two hands constantly alternating picking tea leaves, looks very rhythmic, like playing the piano. A few bird calls from the woods, and the sound, coupled with colorful butterflies flying in the air, forming an interesting landscape.
After the spring rain, the tea leaves are even more verdant, and this countryside landscape is y imprinted in my mind. Tea picking is hard and interesting!
Picking Tea Leaves Essay 5Dawn was breaking. My urgency prompted me to sit up from the bed and enjoy the view from the window.8:40-5:50 quality sleep time made my whole mind and soul relaxed.
The morning sun shone brightly on everyone, and every shadow accompanied my classmates like a good friend. The morning activity was tea picking, but tea picking is not so attractive, because in Hangzhou, a metropolis located on the banks of the Xizi Lake, there is a suburb of Meijiawu, which produces Longjing tea, so tea picking is not very new to us.
Step by step, second by second over the long road of climbing, finally reached the top of the mountain, we listened carefully to the teacher's description, we are excited to forget the fatigue to walk to a tea plant, carefully take with about a centimeter or so, I thought the extraction of good, but never thought to pick four roots are wrong. But in the fifth root mining, keep thinking back to the teacher and classmates described, finally picked the right, I was excited all of a sudden. The activity ended with a good score, fourth place, really hard work.
In the afternoon, because the weather is too hot, the teacher led us to the classroom, to give us a colorful wild life class. After the class, I learned a lot, many of which do not know the place, the teacher a lesson, I understand. For example, what should I do if the water is cut off?
Today, and again enriched the insights, and open up the horizons. Really want to thank the base of learning agriculture to give us this opportunity to gain knowledge.
tea leaf picking essay 6October in the golden fall, it is the harvest season. We came to our hometown Ningbo to visit our relatives for vacation. My uncle told me that Ningbo has many mountain ranges and very beautiful scenery. I asked, "Can you take me hiking?" He thought for a moment and said, "Noproblem." Early this morning, we set out. My uncle drove us in a white sedan to the foot of the mountain. The air there was so fresh and clean. When I looked up, the mountain was so lofty and magnificent that I couldn't see the top. We got out of the car, and my brother and I jumped up and ran toward the mountain. Along the way there were dense mountain forests and babbling brooks.
We reached the top in one breath, and we were so tired that we were panting. I sat down on my butt and lifted my eyes to the distance. The sunlight here is so bright and gentle; the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white and mysterious; here, I seem to feel the real autumn high and fresh for the first time in my life! I was intoxicated there alone, my uncle called out, "Don't be lazy, let's go pick tea leaves!" He also gave everyone a plastic bag. We came to a green tea tree, uncle told us, light green tea leaves are the best and most tender. So we began to pick tea leaves. As we picked, I became impatient. It turned out that picking tea leaves was so boring and troublesome. After about an hour, we only picked half a bag of tea leaves. Our stomachs were empty, so we went home. When we got home, we rinsed the tea leaves and put them in the shade to blow dry.
After a while, I began to build a fire, we set up an iron pot, aunt is responsible for stir-frying, a short while, the work is done, I can not wait to pick up a handful of tea leaves into a cup, gently poured into the hot mountain spring, a fragrance comes to the nostrils, turquoise tea leaves in the water slowly stretching out, like a shy young girl in the dance. I carefully took a sip, a sweetness into the heart. It smells really good! Today's tea, somehow, more fragrant than the usual Longjing!
Tea Picking Essay 7Today, my dad took my mom and me to my grandma's house to pick tea leaves, and I was so happy.
Came to Grandma's house, Dad said: "If I can pick a catty of tea leaves, give me a hundred dollars." I heard, thought: "picking tea leaves what is difficult, if picked to a catty and prizes!" I agreed.
came to the tea field, saw the whole piece of tea tree and tea leaves. Started picking tea leaves, I desperately pick, hoping to pick a catty. "It's a fool's errand, the tea leaves are so small and light, plus the sun is so big, it's strange to be able to pick a catty." Thinking of this, I began to beat a retreat. But think of the tempting "one hundred dollars" I do not discourage, continue to pick. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money!
dinner, mom weighed my pick tea, only one catty four tenths. I'm still not discouraged, knowing that it is impossible to do, but also to do. After eating, or continue to pick. From 12 o'clock in the afternoon, to 5 o'clock in the evening, picking a full five hours. Finally, God is not responsible for the people, let me pick a whole kilogram of tea leaves. Dad also kept his promise and gave me a hundred dollars.
This picking tea harvest is really not small! Not only got a hundred dollars, but also exercise their own perseverance, really two birds with one stone!
The first day of May vacation, my mother decided to take me to the mountains to pick tea, so that I can experience the joy of labor.
On this day, I went up to the mountains with my mom to pick tea leaves with excitement. I jumped and walked in the countryside on the path, all the way to the birds and flowers, everywhere is a good scenery. Look at this side of the many flowers I can not name, red, green and colorful competing in the open. Some of the flowers are also parked on the lovely birds chirping, seems to be chatting with the flowers. They seem to be saying, "Spring is here, how beautiful the flowers are!" Look at the verdant bamboo forest over there, and there are many fat and tender bamboo shoots emerging from the fertile land. I think the flavor of the bamboo shoots must be very delicious.
We soon came to the foot of the mountain, Grandma's tea garden is on the top of this mountain. I looked up at the mountain, ah! It's really high! I was afraid of 'going up? I was a bit tempted to back out. But still gathered the courage to climb up. This mountain is steep! More difficult to climb than Mount Huangshan. Along the way I ate enough pain, east to fall, stumbling, even with hands and feet, in a good long time I finally climbed to my family's tea garden.
A see the tea garden. My depressed mood all of a sudden unraveled. Just see into the eyes is a piece of green tea tree, the tender tea leaves in the large leaves shyly poked out the little head. As if inviting me to bring it home. After my mom explained how to pick tea leaves, I started to pick them in a hurry, because my mom said that the money from the sale of the tea leaves I picked today would be for my own use. Just as I was burying my head in the sand, I suddenly saw a green worm lying on a tea plant eating the fresh tea leaves with great relish, I was so scared that I wowed. Mom came to the sound of a grabbed the big green worm to put it out. At this time the sun has spread everywhere, the strong sunshine I can not stand a little bit, mom see me that unbearable look then take me home. Back home, I rushed to use the scale to weigh the tea, haha, even three pounds, I'm really great.
Today, I felt the hard work of picking tea leaves and the hardship of my grandmother. Also harvested the joy of labor.
Picking tea leaves essay 9On Sunday, I went up the mountain with my mom to pick tea leaves.
At 7:30, we came to our own tea garden to pick tea leaves. (From 7:30am to 11:30am) When we got home, my mom and I weighed them separately. I asked my mom to weigh me separately, and it was 0.75 pounds, and my mom was 1.25 pounds. I said to my mom, "I'm going to pick more than you this afternoon!" . "Good! Let's compare and see who has more! Hmph!" Mom said cheerfully. (Because mom knew she must have picked more than me.) At 12:30 minutes, we went to another place and started picking tea leaves. (From 12:30 minutes to 17:00 minutes)
Back home, I asked my mom to weigh me individually again, it was 1.05 pounds, and mom actually had 1.5 pounds. When I heard it, I still didn't have as much as my mom. However, I am still a little happy, because this day I picked 1.8 pounds a ****. Mom picked 2.75 pounds a ****.
Late side point, the tea seller came. I and my mom to pick their own tea leaves each sold to the owner of the tea collector. Weighed, I made a fool: my actually 2.05 pounds, while my mother became 2.25 pounds. What's going on here? Is mom in the weighing of tampering, or in my bamboo building of tea tampered with it? I purposely got close to the weighing in the owner's hand to take a closer look, and it was right! Indeed mine was 2.05 pounds and mom's was 2.25 pounds.
I thought carefully about the whole process of picking tea leaves. Understand: it must be my mother in order to reward me, before selling to the boss while I was not prepared, the tea leaves in her bamboo house grabbed to me.
Back home, I asked about this, although my mother refused to admit it, but I can see from my mother's joyful face: my mother did.
Mom, thank you for encouraging me. In the future, no matter what I do, I will never pursue those things that do not belong to me; how to do, how much I can do, I do my best to do is.