What sentences describe "tea picking scene"?

In the distance, the clouds around Chashan are lingering, the fragrance of tea is intoxicating, the tea pickers are looming, and the people in Chashan are singing and dreaming.

The tea-picking girl in the basket of Hsinchu is beautiful and beautiful. Laughter is sweet and pleasant for mountain birds, and singing is indulgent to break the fog veil. Bright lips and clouds greet the dawn, red cheeks and wrinkled clothes send the sunset glow. Sift the tender melon slices by hand, bend down and bake them into delicate yellow buds.

April is the season for picking tea in the world. It is both expensive and timely. The taste is incomplete if it is too early, and it will be scattered if it is late. At this moment, I have made an appointment with a tea-picking girl, riding a bike, very leisurely. Along the way, green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, spring scenery, ushered in the tea garden in bursts of laughter.

Your eyes are clearer than the clear water, and your skin is more delicate than this bud; When the breeze blows, lift your black hair and lift it with gauze, which is the beauty that you melt into nature. If spring breeze gives bud life, sunshine gives bud warmth, and rain gives bud growth; And you used your slender hands to make this bud play its greatest value. This is your quiet, gentle, kind and beautiful tea-picking girl.

Looking at the pieces of Chun Lv in front of us, tea pickers seem to be walking leisurely, and there are waves of sweet songs floating in their ears. That figure, that smile, that heart has long been addicted to matcha fragrance, intoxicated with it, full of whispers. When I walked into the tea garden, the aroma came to my nose, which made me linger. At this moment, I am intoxicated in the tea garden and the trees are dancing in silence. Hands dancing between the branches and leaves, sometimes solo, sometimes ensemble, eyes dancing in the garden, fingers floating on the branches, a leaf and a bud flying into the cake, in an instant, the green in the tea cake overflowed.

The fog is rising and vaguely, and your white skirt is charming in the distant mountain stream. Willow thrushes for you, streams clear your eyes, flowers fill your strong nose, and camellia blooms your lips slightly. Laughter and laughter, purple gauze skirt hanging lightly on your face, tea garden buds bending at your slender fingertips, your beauty, only they know, has kissed your soft and fragrant finger muscles and happily jumped into the bamboo pulp behind you. ?

At this time, my heart is full of joy of harvest and longing for a better life in the future. I returned home with a full load, removed the dust on my body and began to process the collected results. If making spring tea has a novel feeling, then tasting spring tea will be even more intoxicating. After brewing, the tea buds are blooming and the veins are green. They dance like pieces of jade. After the leaves were undercover, the lips and teeth of the drink remained fragrant and memorable. As the saying goes, you have tea fragrance thousands of miles away, leaving tea fragrance everywhere! If you want to come here for this smell, you will be intoxicating. ?

After seven o'clock, the tea bushes were already crowded, but at this time the mountain was a different scene. When picking tea, people talk about their families and play jokes on each other. A few older women will tell some funny jokes from time to time, which will make people halfway up the mountain laugh. The people on the opposite mountain heard the laughter coming from here far away and shouted to join in the fun. People's warm and hearty laughter, with the sound of tea picking, merged into songs and laughter in the faint valley.

I pick, pick, pick, pick, pick tea! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Finally, it was lunch time, and my uncle brought me a box lunch. General Biao's box lunch is not bad, with big rows, vegetables, soup and fruit. Maybe I'm hungry. I also enjoyed my picnic lunch! My back hurts so much that I don't want to stand up when I sit down to rest. It turns out that picking tea is so hard! ?

A group of people are dancing and writing, and everyone is sitting on a cane chair in a comfortable position. Holding a tea bowl filled with exquisite porcelain dysprosium flowers, listening to the drizzle and the whispering of umbrella cloth, looking at the tea trees all over the mountains, and the women in the tea room wearing pointed bamboo hats, dressed in various costumes, hanging tea baskets obliquely and dancing their hands among tea branches, this comfort and satisfaction made this group of sparse and sensitive people intoxicated.

We first pick morning tea, one bud and one leaf, and a layer of flower-like buds grows on the dark green mother tea tree. I carefully searched for tea leaves with only one bud and one leaf, and then carefully picked them and put them in the yellow schoolbag. Two female students from Tongcheng county came over and grabbed the remaining tea one by one with their powerful big hands. Their schoolbags suddenly bulged. I reminded them that the teacher said that only one bud and one leaf of tea were allowed. They smiled at each other and slipped away to find the next tea source. At the end of the day, I didn't steal any laziness. I took a catty of 620, and I didn't finish the task assigned by the teacher.

If you look closely, it is more like a group of old ladies in their fifties and sixties than tea pickers. The wet bamboo hats have suppressed the vicissitudes of life. The ravines of years crowded his eyes and stared at his busy hands with low eyebrows. My figure is bloated and clumsy. If I am not elegant and dexterous, how can I be interested in wearing red and green?

In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright, and when the birds open their sleepy eyes, they can see the tea pickers in twos and threes carrying bamboo baskets to the tea mountain behind the house. The mountain is not particularly high, but it takes an hour and a half to climb. The mountain road winds under the lush trees, and occasionally there are several greetings from the people I met. Dewdrops on the leaves are awakened by pedestrians and fall to the ground or the hair tips and shoulders of pedestrians. The crisp birdsong, accompanied by the ticking of dew and the footsteps of pedestrians, is so sweet in the silent morning.

The clouds on the horizon suddenly turned into dark clouds. It was dark and raining in Mao Mao. Tea pickers put on bamboo hats and hurried home. That tea garden is green and shiny, and the fragrance of tea is floating in Wan Li. You ran to the teahouse, took off your bamboo hat, gently pulled out a handkerchief from the sachet and wiped the sweat off your face. With no one here, you are still very elegant. Long braids are covered with water drops, and your jade hand pulls down a red rope, and black hair floats like a waterfall, soft, shiny and smart. The wind is blowing, and the fragrance is floating with the rain.

Ten minutes' drive. We came to the tea-picking place. What's it called? I am forgetful and can't remember. The tea garden is full of green and tender tea, which is beautiful! Start working and picking tea. But I won't! I'm ashamed of you, but with my clever mind, I soon learned it. Just this speed is really flattering! Picking tea and chatting with my mother, I feel very happy and happy! I seldom have time to have such a close heart-to-heart conversation with my mother and chat freely. It's great to have such an opportunity! It's just that the temperature is a little cold in the morning. I tightened my collar and felt fine!