Chapter 1: The Revival of Camellia oleifera Memory.
The camellia painting on the mobile phone screen seems to be a door to the past. I stared at the familiar and intimate image, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart. Oil tea, a delicacy that has accompanied me through countless mornings and cold nights, has now become a long-lost memory.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, as if I could smell the unique mellow fragrance. That's the taste of hometown, the taste of childhood, and the taste of mother. It travels through a tunnel of time and space, taking me back to that small village surrounded by green mountains and green waters.
Before the fog had completely cleared in the morning, the village had already woken up. Smoke rises from the rooftops of homes and blends with the morning mist to create a beautiful picture. I followed the footsteps of my memories and came to the familiar wooden door. Pushing open the door, a warm breath came to my face, it was the smell of oil tea and home.
Mom, I'm back. I whispered, as if my mother was waiting in the house. However, all that answered me was empty silence. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the iron tea pot that had made oil tea for me countless times, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart. My mother is gone, and the person who used to make oil tea for me has left me forever.
I reached out and gently stroked the edge of the teapot. It was still so warm that it seemed to feel the warmth of its mother's palm. My eyes moistened, and tears rolled in my eyes. I took a deep breath and pressed the sadness and longing in my heart.
Just as I turned to leave, I suddenly found a bag of coarse tea leaves and a few pieces of ginger in the corner. I was stunned, and an inexplicable excitement welled up in my heart. Was this what my mother left me? Does she remember that I love to drink oil tea? I couldn't wait to pick up the tea leaves and ginger and start making a bowl of oil tea for myself.
As the tea soup boils, the kitchen is gradually filled with the aroma of oil tea. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, as if I could feel my mother's breath. At that moment, I felt as if I had gone back in time, to that time when I was surrounded by my mother's love.
When the oil tea was boiled, I carefully picked up the bowl and blew softly. The familiar scent instantly poured into my nostrils, and I couldn't help but close my eyes. I took a sip of it gently, and the mellow tea soup slid down my throat, bringing me an indescribable warmth and satisfaction.
At this moment, I suddenly understood that camellia is not only a delicacy, but also an emotional sustenance. It carries my longing for my hometown, memories of my childhood, and nostalgia for my mother. No matter how I go, no matter how time passes, this camellia sentiment will always be hidden in my heart.
Chapter 2: The Magic of Camellia oleifera.
Sunlight shines through the kitchen window on the steaming bowl of oil tea on the table, and the golden tea soup shines seductively in the sunlight. I took a gentle sip, and the familiar and mellow taste instantly spread in my mouth, as if there was a kind of magic that took me back to the distant past.
It was a summer afternoon, and my friends and I were playing under the big tree at the head of the village. The sun was scorching, and sweat soaked our clothes, but we were unaware of it, immersed in the joyful game. Suddenly, the smell of oil tea wafted in, and we all raised our heads and looked at the house not far away.
Who's playing oil tea, it's so fragrant! A little friend shouted.
Let's go, let's see! I proposed.
So, a group of our little kids walked towards the house in high spirits. Pushing open the hidden door, I saw an old woman busy in the kitchen. She had a kind smile on her face when she saw us come in.
Kids, come play? Come, drink a bowl of oil tea to quench your thirst. "The old lady greeted us warmly.
We unceremoniously sat around the table, picked up the bowl and gulped down. The taste of the oil tea is really wonderful, with a slight ginger and spicy taste in the fragrant tea soup, and the whole person feels much more refreshed after drinking it.
Grandma, your oil tea is so delicious! I was amazed.
Hehe, drink more if it's delicious. This oil tea, but our treasure here. It not only quenches thirst and refreshes the mind, but also warms the stomach. If you like it, come and drink it often. The old woman said with a smile.
From that day on, we became regular visitors to my grandmother's house. Every afternoon, we would all come to her house, sit around the kitchen drinking oil tea and chatting. The grandmother was always enthusiastic about preparing all kinds of snacks and snacks for us, which made us feel the warmth of home.
Now, the old grandmother has passed away, but the memories of the camellia she left us will always be engraved in our hearts. Whenever I feel tired or confused, I always think of those days when I drank oil tea with my grandmother, as if I had found the motivation and courage to move forward again.
After drinking the last sip of oil tea in the bowl, I gently put down the bowl, my heart full of gratitude and awe. We are grateful to those who have given us warmth and love, and we are in awe of this tea that has been precipitated over the years but is still mellow. I know that this feeling will always accompany me through every spring, summer, autumn and winter of my life.
Chapter 3: Camellia oleifera and reunion.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, many years later. I am in a foreign country, and the hustle and bustle of the city has made me gradually forget the tranquility and purity of my hometown. It wasn't until that chance that I smelled the familiar aroma of camellia again in an alley camellia shop.
That day, I happened to be passing by that alley and was attracted by a scent. Pushing open the door of the store, I saw an old man busy in front of the stove, and the tempting aroma of oil tea wafted from the iron tea pot in his hand. I was stunned, as if I had returned to a distant village, to the time when I sat around the fire and drank oil tea.
Young man, would you like to try my oil tea? The old man raised his head and invited with a smile.
I nodded, and couldn't wait to walk over to the table and sit down. After a while, a bowl of steaming oil tea was brought to me. I took a sip gently, and the mellow tea soup and the slight ginger spicy taste instantly spread in my mouth, as if there was a magical power that penetrated the dust of time and brought me back to that innocent era.
Delicious! I was amazed.
Hehe, it seems that you are also a person who understands oil tea. The old man said with a smile.
We talked about the production skills of Camellia oleifera, the custom of drinking Camellia oleifera, and the wonderful uses of Camellia oleifera in life. It was as if there was an invisible bond that bound us together and made me feel the cordiality and warmth that I had not felt for a long time.
In my conversation with the old man, I learned that he turned out to be a neighbor of my hometown, who had moved to the city many years ago due to family changes. He said that camellia is his deepest thoughts and memories of his hometown, and whenever he is homesick, he will cook a bowl of camellia to comfort his soul.
Do you know? Camellia oleifera is not only a drink, but also an emotional sustenance. It carries our longing for our hometown and nostalgia for our loved ones. The old man said affectionately.
I was deeply touched by the old man's words. Yes, camellia is not only a delicacy, but also an emotional bond and cultural inheritance. It made us feel the warmth of home and the feelings of hometown in the tasting, and also allowed us to shorten the distance between each other in the exchange.
That day, we talked for a long, long time in the oil tea shop. It seems that there is a magical power that makes us forget the passage of time and the hustle and bustle of the city, and only immerse ourselves in the warmth and cordiality brought by that oil tea. When night fell, we reluctantly said goodbye.
The moment I walked out of the camellia shop, I took a deep breath. The air seems to be filled with the aroma of camellia and the warm feelings. I know that this accidental reunion not only allowed me to regain the memories and feelings of that oil tea, but also allowed me to find a spiritual comfort and belonging in the hustle and bustle of the city.
From then on, whenever I felt homesick, I would come to this tea shop to drink a bowl of oil tea. The familiar smell and warm feelings always make me feel at home and peace of mind. And that old man has also become a family and friend of mine in the city, and we often get together in the camellia shop to chat and share each other's stories and experiences.
Chapter 4: The Inheritance of Camellia oleifera.
The years have passed, and the personnel have changed, but the charm and feelings of Camellia oleifera have always been the same. It is not only our longing for our hometown, but also the inheritance and continuation of culture.
Once, I was invited to attend a seminar on the inheritance of local culture. At the meeting, I heard a lot of introductions and discussions about traditional skills and folk customs. When it was my turn to speak, I didn't hesitate to choose Camellia oleifera as my theme.
I told you about the historical origins of Camellia oleifera, the production techniques and its important position in life. I mentioned that Camellia oleifera is not only a drink, but also a carrier of culture and a symbol of spirit. It carries our deep friendship for our hometown, and also witnesses our growth and change.
In the process of telling, I felt everyone's strong interest and curiosity in Camellia oleifera. Many people have said that they have never heard of camellia before, but through my introduction, they have a deeper understanding and awareness of this traditional drink.
After the workshop, I received a lot of feedback and inquiries. Some people want to learn the art of making Camellia oleifera, some want to know more about the cultural connotation of Camellia oleifera, and some want to promote this traditional drink to a wider region.
I am deeply gratified and proud. It is gratifying that the traditional drink of camellia can get more people's attention and love; I am proud that I can make a modest contribution to the inheritance and promotion of Camellia oleifera.
Therefore, I decided to take the inheritance of Camellia oleifera as my mission and responsibility. I began to sort out the materials and literature about Camellia oleifera, and delved into its production techniques and cultural connotations. I also contacted some friends and experts who are interested in Camellia oleifera to work together on how to better inherit and promote this traditional drink.
With our joint efforts, Camellia oleifera has gradually walked out of mountain villages and alleys, and into the vision and life of more people. We have held a series of cultural activities about Camellia oleifera, such as Camellia oleifera tastings, Camellia oleifera making skills demonstrations, etc., so that more people have the opportunity to experience and understand this traditional drink first-hand.
At the same time, we also pay attention to the inheritance of camellia making skills. We have organized a number of training courses and seminars, inviting the older generation of camellia making masters to pass on their experience and skills to the younger generation. Through these activities, more and more young people have begun to learn and master the production skills of Camellia oleifera, injecting new vitality and hope into the inheritance of Camellia oleifera.
Nowadays, Camellia oleifera has become a cultural business card of our region. It is not only our thoughts and memories of our hometown, but also the inheritance and continuation of culture. I believe that in the days to come, Camellia oleifera will continue to exude its charm and feelings, and accompany us through more life journeys.