After visiting the West Lake, the tour guide took us to Meijiawu for tea. The weather in April was just the best time for new tea to come on the market. The car seemed to smell the strong aroma of tea before moving. Although the West Lake in Hangzhou is well-known all over the sea, it is the first time for us to get close to it. Previously, the famous historical city Hangzhou and the well-known West Lake were all engraved on books, appeared in film and television materials, and witnessed with our own eyes, there are still big differences. I really see the scenery of lakes and mountains in the embrace of the West Lake, and there are some unspeakable associations in my heart, but I just don’t know how to express them accurately. On the first visit, East and West do not know, even now to Meijiawu, also somewhat muddleheaded. The bus carried us away from the West Lake, slowly left the noisy streets and headed for a mountain ridge. The bamboo trees on both sides of the road gradually increased, and the mountain was getting higher and higher, with a little bit of feeling of entering the peach blossom garden. Suddenly, the car was suddenly dark, and I knew that I had entered the mountain tunnel. After driving for a while, the sight was suddenly bright. The bus broke out of the tunnel and took us to a world that was definitely different from the world outside the mountain. The green mountains on both sides of the road are lined with luxuriant mountains, Green nearby and green in the distance. Under the middle of the mountain, there are layers of tea gardens, as if the flowing air is full of faint tea fragrance; People live at the foot of the mountain, with small foreign, it attracts people’s attention, has a strong modern atmosphere, and does not lose the leisure and comfort of the villagers in the mountain village. Especially, the full tea garden and the cluster of tender buds make people sigh more with the world. Of course, this is not a paradise, it is a veritable Fangwai tea garden! The road winding through the foot of the mountain tried its best to extend outward, and could not reach the head. The whole sight was still full of mountains. Maybe, it was also thick tea smoke. The car took us straight to the reception center of Meijiawu village. Outside the house was a large tea garden, which was neatly and luxuriant, with branches and buds, which was particularly dazzling. I am are familiar with these new buds. Although they seem to be a little distant these years, the memory of them in my heart is not vague at all. Seeing them is no different from meeting familiar villagers,, it seems that they also changed a place to Meijiawu, or to say, to Meijiawu! However, some of my colleagues were extremely surprised. It seemed that they didn’t believe that the famous Longjing tea was made by carefully frying raw materials picked from such tea trees. In the reception center, there was an old master cooking tea in a large iron pan. The old master stood beside the iron pan and turned the tea in the pan at a constant speed. I have never seen a colleague who cooks Tea. It is very novel. Looking around the old master, his eyes are not dazzling, which makes people laugh. Although I personally thought that there were many elements of performance, I had to applaud for the skillful actions of the old master. Growing up in the tea village since childhood, my parents are familiar with the scene of cooking tea by the pot table. Seeing such a scene, I unconsciously think of my hometown, the tea in my hometown, and the distant relatives and neighbors in my hometown, although the mountain village built along the mountain is not as charming as Meijiawu, and the tea in the hometown is not as famous as Longjing tea in Meijiawu, the dense tea fragrance should be as refreshing and intoxicating! Sitting in the Teahouse, the two women dressed brightly made tea for us while telling us about the Longjing of West Lake, to be exact, the Longjing of Meijiawu. When the newly fried Longjing tea was washed with boiling water, the tea aroma was scattered. The whole tea room was filled with strong tea aroma. Pouring it into the cup, there was a slight yellow mixed in the green, which was pleasing to the eye and did not eat into the mouth, it seems that the tea flavor has surrounded the cheek teeth, which is unspeakable refreshing and soft. The woman who talked about tea said with smiles that Longjing tea was divided into girl’s tea, daughter-in-law tea and mother-in-law tea, and they talked about everything. Suddenly, she thought that the White Lady had been waiting by the West Lake for so long, when a Childe Xu arrived, did he care about the fragrance of Longjing tea beside the West Lake during the waiting time? In other words, did Mei Jiawu’s Longjing tea make her look at it? You know, she is also an elf who has been cultivating for thousands of years in the deep mountains. It is natural that a good mountain and a good water can’t escape her eyes. Sip a mouthful of tea, and taste the charm of one side of the landscape at the same time. The tea produced by Meijiawu is naturally extraordinary, and only in this way can we live up to the old saying that good mountains and water produce good tea. Although few people know about tea, the color of the soup in front of us and the taste of the throat are quite impressive. A group of colleagues are talking about the spring breeze of Tea women, I was so surprised that I bought some new fried Longjing tea and enjoyed it slowly after I came back. However, I am an old-fashioned person after all. I unconsciously compare Longjing tea of Meijiawu with Tianhua Gujian in my hometown. I always feel that no matter the color, Bud head and taste of soup, they are almost the same, but there are, it was also very subtle, but it was these subtle points that made the Longjing tea of Meijiawu take the lead and become famous. Friends said that tasting tea meant tasting landscape. Although some people would laugh at it for pretending to be elegant, they could not deny the landscape feelings in the dense fragrance of tea. The Longjing tea of Meijiawu may not be able to enjoy in person every year, but it is also a taste that I have experienced. When I recall it at a certain time, it will also have a leisurely taste.

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When I was in school, I had read the back written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing in the text, and the author described the back of his father who saw him off in the article with touching feelings, my father’s stumbling back when he went to buy oranges not only made the author cry, but also moved our readers to tears. In fact, in everyone’s heart, there is the back of his own father, and there is also the touch brought by his father. I am one of them.

I remember that summer, when I just finished the senior high school entrance examination, my classmates sorted out their daily necessities one after another, and then left the school which had been in service for three years with the help of my parents. Looking at their gradually moving back and the continuous rain outside, my eyes were full of tears. In the empty school, only me and a bunch of things couldn’t be transported home were left. A few days later, my father returned to his hometown from other places because of his ill health. Looking at his gaunt face and thin body, I didn’t have the heart to ask him to go to school to help me carry things back, but when he asked if my quilt and books were still left in school, I nodded gently. In this way, I took him on the way to school. Because the road leading to the school needs to be built into a provincial road, a large amount of soil is added to the original road to widen and raise. It was just a few days of heavy rain that washed the newly filled soil into a pit. It was uneven and the silt was deeply deposited. It took a lot of effort to pull out every foot. When he arrived at the dormitory, his father carried the packed things on his shoulder. It was heavy. He was originally thin, but now he seemed to be a little short. I followed him with my schoolbag and umbrella on my back. Therefore, we walked in the deep silt one by one. After walking for a while, my father and I were both exhausted and breathless. I just feel that the schoolbag on my body is as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if it is going to press me into the soil. I complained: I can’t walk anymore. When can I get home after walking like this. My father turned around and said to me: you are exhausted. Come on, take my umbrella. After saying that, he took off my schoolbag and put it on his shoulder. Then he shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk forward with difficulty. At this time, I was very sad to see my father’s sick body walking in the drizzle and his heavy luggage seemed to crush him. My tears flowed down disobedient. But I didn’t cry, afraid that he would hear me. I just followed behind him silently, looking at his back, shaking in the rain, shaking in my hazy tears. Along the way these years, my father and I always got together less and more, and the relationship gradually became estranged. We always felt that there was something between father and son, and we couldn’t tell clearly. I just felt that he came and went in my life, shaking the vague back, but seldom came to me sincerely and handed me the real warmth. Therefore, when I was young, I always complained about him in my heart, blaming him for taking away the warmth of my father’s love and for the separation of father and son created by him. Now think about it, I was really stupid at that time. This kind of pain is deeper and deeper than me. Like (prose editor: Di Mo Chengshang) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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