Since ancient times, Anhui has been regarded as a big tea-producing province. Qi Hong is green and famous. It is not necessary to say some refined famous teas, such as Huangshan Mao Feng, Taiping Houkui, Lu ‘an melon slices, which are later Tianzhu Jian Hao, Yuexi, tianhua Gujian also has a good reputation. As a native of Anhui, I have no idea that there is another kind of yellow bud tea, which has been passed down for thousands of years and is well-known. My hometown is located in the mountainous area of southwest Anhui and the foot of Dabie Mountain. Since ancient times, I have grown tea. The folks, old and young, are very fond of talking about the taste of tea. Even if the life is not very rich, a pot of tea tastes all. Huoshan county, which is also located in Dabie Mountains, produces good tea and is named Huoshan Yellow Bud. It has a color, fragrance and shape, and has been good for thousands of years. The lyrics and songs have been lasting for a long time. Famous people from Fang family competed, flow source far, new indemnity. However, I didn’t know that there was such a famous tea in Huoshan County not far from my hometown until last year when Lu ‘an held the national poetry original contest of Huoshan Huangya Cup, it leaves a meaningful taste for thousands of years, unavoidably worries about his loneliness and ignorance, and at the same time, I am proud of the thick taste of one side of the landscape. In order to make up for your knowledge gap, search for information quickly. The yellow buds of Huoshan Mountain are produced in the mountain area where clouds and mist are fluttering. The shape is straight and micro-spreading, uniform and neat. It looks like a sparrow tongue and tender green. The fragrance is lasting, the taste is fresh, mellow and sweet, and the color, the leaf bottom is light yellow and bright. Seeing these introduction words, my heart was moved. I wish I could not turn the worm horn words into grain tea, immerse myself in the spring water, smell its fragrance, smell its smell and observe its shape, gradually derived some poetic thoughts. Some feelings like this, a mountain, a landscape and a taste of tea gradually became some kind of complex that could not be left behind in my heart. So I tried to describe the yellow buds of Huoshan with my own strokes and feelings, to explain the various interests of Huoshan Yellow Bud tea. I am very clear that my poems are not elegant enough, and it is difficult to talk about the texture. However, my emotion and admiration for one side of the land and scenery are absolutely sincere. It is my honor that my poetry was finally shortlisted for the Grand Prix of poetry and won an Award of Excellence. Although the ranking is not high and can not be compared with the works that won the grand prize, it really makes me very happy to stand out among many competitors. It’s not just lucky. As a reward, the organizer sent two listening to Huoshan Yellow Bud tea. The taste that had been speculated for a long time was wrapped in exquisite packaging, which was really irresistible. However, when thinking of sharing good things together, we still restrained the eagerness in our heart and decided to send a hearing to brother Mingcheng, a local writer in Suzhou. They enjoyed tea and chatted about literature together, it is definitely more meaningful than enjoying it alone. Brother Mingcheng is also a man of temperament. He is honest and honest, fond of tea and elegant. He is not always idle, and likes to pay attention to current events. He writes novels with cutting-edge themes, and there is no lack of praise. It is very lovely to sit with him while sipping tea and talking about poems and essays. When I was reading, I went wrong and fell in love with writing. I began to write more novels and weave stories of little people one after another. In recent years, because of my work, I have no energy to write these things, he wrote some essays of poetry and prose. Brother Mingcheng was always the first reader, and he gave some advice from time to time, which was really thankful. It is very pleasant to sit with such a man or enjoy tea. Therefore, I have to share the hard-won Yellow Bud of Huoshan with him. Poetry, or other words, are the expression of the writer’s mood, the so-called text is the heart; If one side narrating the old, while tasting tea, supplemented by some articles allusions, graceful poetry, it is the best, it doesn’t have to be beautiful and soft. Even if it is two big men, the taste is amazing. Tea or poetry are just some kind of sustenance, the most fundamental, it is also the similarity of some feelings in the inner heart and the leisurely sound when gently colliding. Perhaps it was the yellow bud tea that I had been thinking for a long time that inspired the poetic feeling in my heart, and I was lucky to be shortlisted for this original poetry competition. It was in recent years that I wrote some poems casually, although I tried something when I was young and frivolous, after all, it did not become a climate, and few people despised it. Winning an award this time should benefit from the unique charm of Yellow Bud Tea. Although I have never tasted it before, the poetic feeling it aroused is just like the soft and sweet tea flavor, have disguised let go. Indeed, we should choose a rainy day to invite brother Mingcheng to listen to the rain, Cook tea, chat and enjoy tea, which is a little poetic feeling born in the bottom of the heart, because there is a piece of yellow bud tea moistening and rare decoration of leisure, it will definitely come out. If we enrich the days around us with this kind of poetry, will there be more poetry for the troubled life?

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Rural summer night, yue lang xing xi. The dark blue sky curtain, distant and mysterious, seems to be raised up by the mountains far and near; The moon is round, and the warmth is transparent, just like the gentle eyes, overlooking the quiet village. A few stars are bright and clear, just like the talking eyes of the sister next door. A blink of a blink will be a lot of unspeakable words. A few drops of clouds, east and west in a while, covering the bright moon in a while, faintly, it seemed that there was a woman who was a new woman with unspeakable warmth and shyness on her face. The frogs in the four fields were singing like waves, surrounding the villages in the mountains, walking in every courtyard, every Sunyard and every corner, there would be long and short frogs rising and falling; The insects singing at night were unconvinced, they also made a lot of sounds, long and short, light and anxious, as if they were going to cover these frogs. Occasionally, there were three or two dogs barking, neither light nor heavy, ringing in the yard. Through the lights of the window lattice, the courtyard of the farm was rendered dim and hazy, and mingled with the clear moonlight like water, different light and shadow, well-proportioned, no less than casually smeared ink painting, outline the impression of the farmhouse in the night. A little glittering light floating between the heaven and the Earth, from Tian fan, as agreed, slowly moved closer to the farmyard, hundreds of points, thousands of points and even countless fluorescence, outline the mystery and tranquility of rural summer nights. The night wind was cool and cool, and I came from the small steps on the other side of the mountain. After whispering with the seedlings in Mantian, I ran to the farmyard and gave the cool night to the farmhouses in the mountain village. The diligent banker’s family had already had an overnight meal. The quick hostess was washing the pot and bowl first in the kitchen room. The sturdy male owner wiped the sweat on his forehead and carried the bamboo bed to the sunstand again, the weather is hot, the night wind is long, just to enjoy the cool. Children who had enough troubles also smelled of sweat all over their bodies. They took a bath and put it on the bamboo bed to cool them while enjoying the cool weather. My children were all my mother and father’s heart. Although life was a little tight, my whole body was filled with unspeakable tiredness. Two or three, even ten or eight, were all hurt. Just after washing the child and putting it on the bamboo bed, the hostess came out of the House, wiped her hands on the apron and sat on the bamboo bed, enjoying the cool breeze at night. The child couldn’t help crawling straight to the hostess. The hostess was very affectionate and took off her apron, holding the child, babbling and talking. This time, a large group of Firefly fly sunning ground over, about circling, suddenly front suddenly after high and low, 1.1 point fluorescence, in the moonlight, contamination some room infiltrate out of light, particularly dynamic, particularly elegant. The curiosity of the child was suddenly aroused, and the bare-footed girl was going to catch fireflies. The hostess was distressed and refused, so the child burst into tears and was reluctant to give up. There was really no way out. The host went to catch fireflies in the Sunyard, it was not easy to catch a few and put them in the palm of the child’s hand. The child smiled with tears broken through tears. He held them in the palm of his hand as a rare thing. No one refused to give them. My mother couldn’t even think of one more look. The night was getting deeper and the coolness was getting stronger. The hostess hugged the child and taught the child to sing children’s songs, fireflies and fly every night. Grandma asked me to catch the turtle; The turtle had no long hair and asked me to pick carambola; The carambola, ask me to eat BA; Ask me to watch the play if there is no SAIC; Ask me to come back to wear sneakers if there is no stage in the play; If I can’t wear the sneakers, ask me to complain to the hostess, the child continued to read a sentence. One voice was sweet and the other was immature, mixed with the sound of frogs one after another in the night and the continuous sound of insects, which formed the elegant melody of Zhuanghu people in the night. In the night, how many villages like this, how many farmhouses like this, how many parents like this, how many children like this, and how many moon in the sky will remember, the sparkling stars will certainly remember that although such time will slowly go away in the flowing time, the memory left in my heart will not disappear, but it will always be covered with the smoke and sand of some time. One day, I suddenly remembered that this courtyard was my former home. The hero and heroine were my parents, the child was me, or my brothers and sisters. Growing up in the countryside, the whole body is soaked in the flavor of the countryside, and every inch of skin color is printed with traces of the countryside. That summer, that moonlight, that starlight, those insects and frogs singing, those dogs and barks and chickens singing are all clear to heart, and those familiar plots are all in the bottom of my heart, the root is just so-so, even if it is intertwined, no matter how hard it is, it can’t be worn off. It’s just that sometimes, I am busy dealing with big and detailed things and have no time to take care of them. But once I open my heart, there will be many unexpected feelings, which appear in various forms and are engraved in my heart, it will gradually become clear, just like the scene of this scene, it will be displayed in front of us. Because I have lived in the countryside for a long time, it can be said that I am familiar with such a scene. Sometimes, just like my parents did in those years, in the same yard and on the same Sunyard, I took my child to enjoy the cool weather, looked at the starry sky, listened to frogs singing like tides, counted fireflies like beans, and came with the wind at night. The whole body was refreshed, and the moonlight was full of the courtyard, regardless of the high and the low. My wife could also sit on the bamboo bed and play with her daughter who was just talking. While playing, she taught the children to read these children’s songs. The years that used to belong to father and mother fell on our shoulders again, the innocence that once belonged to us was passed on to the next generation. I will read this children’s song again. Fireflies fly every night. Grandma asked me to catch turtles. Turtles have no long hair, so they asked me to pick carambola; Carambola has no flowering, so they asked me to eat BA; BA has no SAIC, call me to watch the play; There is no stage for the play, and ask me to come back to wear shoes. Every time I read a sentence, the lost time will be clear in front of my eyes, together with those human feelings that have passed away, they all become clear and stand in front of them, which makes people dare not face up to them, and they cannot bear to turn a blind eye. In fact, up to now, it is not clear how the seniors connected so many things that were beyond their reach, but it can’t be denied that this belongs to folk creation, moreover, in oral instruction, accompanying a generation of people to grow up, its function, or its charm, is not that simple lines of words can be written thoroughly, nor because of some unapproachable voices, it will lose its own meaning of existence.

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