Tea language.
Zhang Zhizhi. Pingdan is not full before the sun is full, and the kumquat diffuses to embed the mountain;
The green immortals flew over with the clouds, and they were shocked to talk about the beauty of the jade soil.
Generations of Xirong tea farmers, fragrant cups and cups are difficult to release;
When the spring is about to be old, people will talk to each other.
When the flowing water turns around, the green mountains invite each other. The moments of wandering in the tea field with my mother are now pouring out of my pen and can never be forgotten.
Tea is talking", the mother said for the first time.
In previous years, the time I spent with my mother was - digging the ground, digging tea fields, digging tea fields, digging boring tea fields; Stir-fried tea, stir-fried raw tea, stir-fried withered raw tea, stir-fried hot withered raw tea; These ways of life are only because my mother is a farmer, and I am a farmer's child, so I don't shirk too much, just regard it as my own experience. Others, climbing mountains and wading through rivers with their mothers, digging eggs in trees, are very boring, but they are also the only fun.
But this year seems to be a little different, my mother doesn't let me work, but still lets me follow her, just listen and watch. I thought, just follow this farmer and see how tea really speaks?
As the saying goes, when the rooster crows, the morning dawn will gradually know. I heard the sound of the cattle announcing the dawn, and my mother and I were already halfway into the mountains. Just after the morning, the sun can't wait to climb over the high mountains of Lincang Shuangjiang, poke its dazzling golden sword into my eyes, and the orange soup comes out of the mountain pass romantically, illuminating everything in this deep mountain clearly.
The clouds were still wrapped around the mountainside for a second, and when the dawn stabbed, the clouds seemed to be torn apart, revealing the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers beneath the clouds. I saw the rushing and singing streams flowing from the other side of the mountain, and the cheerful birds, taking away a little of the glorious ...... overhead
However, it is the tea tree that I see the most.
Patches of tea trees, I can't tell what the difference is between those teas in different fields.
Permanently, it is the cycle of years, it is the new bud bud at the tip of the tea branch in this season, of course, there are also those who are thriving and growing, and have already bravely seen the world, I think, if tea can really speak, then I am willing to listen to it tell all the ...... of their growth experience
What about mothers? It has long been hidden in the woods, without a trace, the rows of tea trees, covering my pupils, in a trance I heard some broken words, I don't know whether it is the call of my mother or the cry of life in the forest?
Come, come here.
I looked around, and I didn't know who touched me spiritually, it was like my mother's voice, but she was nowhere to be seen, but she had become a tea tree.
Perhaps, it's the one next to me?
Come here, closer, closer.
I thought that this tea tree was changed by my mother, and only my mother had such a tone, so I squatted down in front of the tea tree that was talking to me.
Are you calling me?
I waited for a long time, and then there was no response, so I looked at the tea tree: what caught my eye was the branches interspersed with various forms, and I vaguely remembered the dancing tea tree that my mother said, which must be the most intuitive description of this tea posture with teeth and claws.
This tea leaves, different sizes, each hanging its branches, green and yellow indigo, full of color. The behemoth has a covered forehead oil umbrella, as small as a wonderful woman's soft sweat; Its hanging stem is like a saddle and handsome armor, Mao Zhuo wind, and its sleeper is like a boat on the earth and sea, and the branches are lovely. Reach out to touch, it is even more sense, the oily one is thin, hard and smooth, and the eyes are bright; The soft and tender ones contain the core and are green and yellow. With this twist, I felt like I was slowly being taken back thousands of years ago.
A thousand years of love, the same land, the same river, the same skylight, the same starlight. The difference is that this tea field is scattered with farmers, who are trimming leaves and branches, laughing and laughing at each other. Touching the same young leaf, enjoying the same spring scene, and stepping on the same fertile soil, such a scene makes people feel the taste of blood the most.
Awakening the singing voice of all things in early spring, with the dance of this new branch, tea farmers and tea perform the unity of heaven and man, and enjoy the ...... of natural treasures