Leave his homeland

Leave his homeland for more than 20 years now, there are no more opportunities and mother picking spring tea, mother was making tea. After mother older, a set of tea technology are all passed to the little brother. Tomb-grain rain season a year, I will receive a new tea from home. Wandering time abroad, have seen a lot of tea, but I do love alone the spring in my hometown, almost to non tea drink in their proportions. This not only because their tea is no pollution, no addition of any pigment a green beverage, but because in this beautiful fragrance of tea, you can smell the taste of home, mother's taste.

Picking tea buds

Picking tea buds during the day, to take advantage of color fresh and processing it into tea at night. This is a tired and fine living, most people are unlikely to do well. Mothers are not only tough and clever, always produce good morning tea. People who drink tea for my family, all unanimously praise. I still clearly remember mother tea processing procedures and scenarios.
A large iron pot with a firewood to burn hot, place the tea bud in wok. To keep turning, or otherwise heated unevenness. Presently, those fresh tea buds color darker, a tree with his head, weak and soft. At this time the House filled with fresh tea, the first operation is complete. Immediately after that to stir tea buds that have been put on the chopping board, just like kneading and rubbing. To strike while, cooling, such as rubbing did not move, so mothers keep, with all your strength and rubbing, rubbing. Sweat rolled down from the face and ever gasp, and steaming tea buds, red with numerous mother's hand. It's "half two thousand drops of sweat tea, a glass of honey flower" is! I feel bad mother, and brought a towel to the mother of sweat on the forehead and face, pass moist smoke herbal tea for mother's throat. The second operation is finished, the night already was in deep. I have to keep my eyes eyes sleepy, went to sleep. Mothers continue to knead well tea buds dispersed, laying into the pot, simmer slowly baked. When this is the test of patience, solid least impatient. Mong Kok Fire, natural color fragrant tea lost, only one unit paste burnt smell. And mother can come to grasp accurately moderate heat, produced are of high tea color and scent. With boiled water, BREW, green tea powder slowly, one by one intact tea leaves, extremely keen, still grow on tea shoots. Fen as the circulation of hot gas slowly spill out, clear tea diethylene glycol and delightful, think long.

Third, the spring tea fragrance

Third, the spring tea fragrance
Each "Spring Green Bank" season, hometown of a gurgling stream, green fun, full bloom, swarm Ying flies. Most Yi Ching Ming when grain rain, tea tree branches out of a sprouting, Green Green. With thumb and forefinger and gently pinched, plucked a delicate green tea flower buds, elegant spring girl in front of a gold pin. Home but not tea, but families at the edges of fields are planted a few tea, to protect their own tea drink a year. As a child, often followed his mother to picking tea leaves. Mothers get a bamboo basket, a little bench, sitting in a tree next to the tea. A hand make it to the tea, a hand picked. Mother's finger on the tea dance, one tree tea buds uniform falling from the trees, soon filled with half bamboo baskets. I stood on the edge of tea plants, two small hand bainen hit with both hands. Finger is to fail, not pinched short, the old tea is picked, was sweating on the face. Messed upand dropped, like rush often mothers simmer. Finally picked the tea bud, feet tired hands were sour, heart and flew away. Saw a only only bird in air designated was beautiful of arc, playing was whistle left, on Yang was neck, staring was a double turning around of large eyes hero to looking was; next to grass in the has a double Butterfly in playing, first stayed see has half day, then and couldn't help with hand to-bashing, to chased; group Dragonfly upper and lower fly, a article small soil snake from feet scurry off, a article bugs in leaves Shang Peristaltic, a flower small spent in wind in the naughty to blinked was eyes, a series berries Flash was temptation of light sth sth Unknowingly, it grew late, good mother was mining a basket full of tea bud. I spoke to the mother behind, his rhymes, a hop and a skip to follow the sunset home.