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.