Looking at the tea mountain clouds and mist around, tea incense intoxicated people fascinated, hidden and visible tea picking women, tea mountain people song into the dream.
The new bamboo basket tea picking woman, pretty shadow beautiful face race flowers. The smile is sweet and pleasing to the birds, and the song breaks through the foggy veil. The red cheeks and pleated clothes of a clouded maid welcome the dawn, and the red cheeks and pleated clothes send the evening sunshine. The hand is sifted to get the tender melon slices, and the body is baked to get the fine yellow buds.
April on earth is the time to pick tea, picking tea of the waiting, precious and its time, too early is not full flavor, late is the God scattered. At this moment, has long been about the tea picking women, riding a bicycle incomparable leisure, all the way to the green hills and green water, birds and flowers, a spring colorful, in bursts of laughter ushered in the tea garden.
Your eyes are clearer than that of a vast expanse of water, and your skin is more delicate than this tender bud; when the breeze blows, lifting your dark hair, a light veil drumming, that's exactly what you melt into the beauty of nature. If the spring breeze gives life to the buds, the sunlight gives warmth to the buds, and the rain gives growth to the buds; you use your delicate hands to let the buds play out their greatest value. This is your quiet, gentle, kind and beautiful tea picker.
Looking at a piece of spring green in front of me, as if the tea picking woman is coming with light steps, accompanied by a burst of melodious singing floating into the ear, the body, the smile, the heart has long been addicted to the tea, drunken murmur full of heart. Into the tea garden, the nose and ears to smell the fragrance floating to my nose, let me linger, at the moment I was drunk in the tea garden, the silence leaps in a tree tree green mood. Hands dancing among the branches and leaves, sometimes solo, sometimes ensemble, eyes flying in the garden, fingers floating in the branches, a leaf fine buds flying into the piper, all of a sudden, the tea piper in the green full of overflow.
The fog rises, vaguely, your a white dress, in a distant mountain stream flattery mountain flower rosy. Willow leaves for you to draw eyebrows, the stream clear your eyes, the fragrance of flowers dazzle your firm nose, camellia blossom your vermilion lips slightly open. Laughing, purple veil hanging lightly on your face, tea garden buds, in your delicate fingertips folded bent waist, your beauty, only they know, have kissed your soft incense finger muscle, jumped happily into the bamboo piper behind you.
At this time the heart is full of harvest happiness, and the vision of a better life in the future full of return, remove the dust on the body, began to process the results of the collection down, if you say that the production of spring tea there is a sense of novelty, then, tasting the spring tea is more of an intoxicated feeling. After brewing, tea buds, leaf veins green, like a piece of emerald dance, after a piece of leaf lying bottom, drink the lips and teeth, aftertaste. As the so-called gentleman for thousands of miles floating tea, leaving tea everywhere! Want to come to this fragrance, can certainly intoxicate people's intestines.?
One after another until after seven o'clock, the tea bushes are already crowded, this time the mountain is another scene. People picking tea while chattering and joking with each other, a few slightly older women will occasionally tell a few jokes with color, listening to the people halfway up the mountain a laughter. People on the opposite side of the mountain heard from afar this side of the laughter, but also shouted loudly mixed with a few words to get together. People's enthusiastic and bright laughter with the sound of tea picking, in the quiet valley into a song of laughter.
I pick ah pick ah pick tea leaves, pick ah pick ah pick tea leaves! Hold on! Hold on! I'm not going to be able to do it again! Finally, it's lunch time, uncle delivered a boxed lunch. Not bad box lunch, General Piao's, there are big chops, green vegetables, soup, and fruit. Maybe I'm just hungry, but I've had a very good lunch in the field! The waist is very sore, sat down to rest and never want to stand up, it turns out, picking tea, so hard!
A group of dancers, each thought comfortable sitting on rattan chairs. Holding a fine porcelain green tea bowl, listening to the head of the rain and umbrella cloth "puf" murmur, look at the slopes of the tea trees, and tea between those wearing a small bamboo hat, dressed in various colors, hanging diagonally from the tea basket, hands flying in the tea between the branches of the women picking tea, the cozy and contentment, so that this group of people would have been sparingly sensitive to the intoxication of the people.
We picked the morning tea first, a bud and a leaf, dark green mother tea tree with a layer of flower-like buds. I carefully looked for tea with only one bud and one leaf, then carefully plucked it and put it into my yellow school bag. Two female students from Tongcheng County came over and grabbed the leftover tea leaves with their big, strong hands, and their schoolbags bulged. I reminded them that the teacher said they could only have one bud and one leaf of tea. They smiled at each other and slipped away to look for the next piece of tea. A day down, I did not steal a little lazy, picked a catty six taels, did not complete the teacher set me the task.
Close up and take a closer look, said tea-mining women, rather than a group of fifty or sixty years old tea-mining old women. The wet bamboo hats are pressed with the vicissitudes of life. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, such as the Ishinawa Ishinawa Ishinawa Ishinawa Ishinawa Ishinawa Ishinawa Ishinawa. The company's business is a very important part of the company's strategy, and the company's strategy is to make sure that the company's customers are aware of what is going on in the marketplace.
Early in the morning, when the sky slightly released the first light, the birds only open sleepy eyes, you can see three or two tea picking women carrying a bamboo basket to the back of the house of the tea mountain to go. The mountain is not particularly high, but also have to climb for half an hour. The mountain road winds under the verdant trees, and occasionally there are a few greetings from people who meet, and the dewdrops on the leaf surface are awakened by pedestrians, rolling down to the ground or the pedestrians' tresses and shoulders. The birdsong, accompanied by the ticking of the dewdrops and the footsteps of the pedestrians, is so pleasant to the ear in the silence of the morning.
The clouds in the sky suddenly turned dark. The sky was dark and the rain was drizzling. The tea plucking women put on their bamboo hats and ran back to their homes. That piece of tea garden, oil green green, bright crystal, tea fragrance floating miles. You ran to the tea pavilion, remove the bamboo hat, from the pouch lightly pull a handkerchief, wipe off the sweat on the face. No one is here, you are still elegant to the extreme. The long braid is covered with water droplets, you pull down a red rope with your jade hand, and your hair flows like a waterfall, with soft, fine, shiny and dynamic hair. The wind blew, hair gusts of fragrance with the rain scattered.
Ten minutes of driving it, we came to the tea picking place, called what place? I can't remember with my forgetful brain. The tea garden is full of young green tea, very beautiful! Let's get to work, picking tea. But I don't know how! Shame on me! But with a brain like mine, I'll learn soon enough. But this speed, really can not praise oh! Picking tea, chatting with my mom, I feel very happy and happy! Very little time to be able to talk to mom so close to the heart, so unrestrained chat, rare such an opportunity, really good! The temperature in the morning is a little cold, tighten the collar, feel okay!