Excellent tea-picking composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my carefully arranged tea picking masterpiece for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

It's summer vacation. I am like a bird out of the cage, very happy. I plan to pick tea with my mother tomorrow morning.

At dawn, I set off by bike, and so did my mother. We both walked out of the village talking and laughing. Ah, the air outside is really fresh. The oriole is singing in the branches, as if greeting us.

Over the ridge, you can see the tea garden in the distance. The green tea garden is full of tea pickers, like a green ocean dotted with colorful flowers. Several girls dressed in pink by the roadside are particularly eye-catching. They bent down to pick tea and sang beautiful songs. Loud songs spread all over the tea garden.

When I came to my tea garden, my mother said, "Just after the rain, the tea grows fast and the harvest is fast." As she spoke, she told me the skills of picking tea. According to my mother's appearance, I put the bamboo basket on the tea ridge, staring at the tea tip, holding the root of the tea tip obliquely upward with my thumb and forefinger, and the bud tip completely fell off. The more I pick, the more skilled I become. I drew my bow with both hands, and there were more and more new buds in the basket.

There is a lot of dew in the morning, and the tea is not as deep as the thigh. After a while, my pants and sleeves were soaked everywhere, and I was wet and cold all over. It tastes really bad, and my back aches and my legs hurt, so I don't want to pick it. I looked up at my mother. Her hands are picking tea quickly, her hair and eyebrows are covered with dew, and a few silver hairs on her mane are particularly clear. I thought to myself: My mother is almost fifty, and she still picks tea every day. How difficult it is! Thought of here, I continue to clean up.

At ten o'clock, tea was served. Several businessmen are collecting tea in the field. After weighing, my mother picked 4 Jin and I picked 2.5 Jin. Today, the price went up again. It was A Jin, 8 yuan, so I sold the money from 52 yuan. Looking at the money in my mother's hand, my heart is full of harvest happiness.

Tea-picking Composition 2 "It rains in the Qingming Festival" is another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. After a few days of rain, the air is particularly fresh and makes people feel happy. Undoubtedly, this is also the best choice for an outing.

Coming to the international slow city is like being in nature. Every time I drive a section of road, different scenery will jump into my eyes, and beautiful scenery will come one after another. On the left is the rape field and on the right is the peach blossom forest. They are like naughty children. They always make you feel at a loss. After watching it for a long time, I am tired, and a large piece of green comes into your eyes. This is a feeling of "another bright village in the future", which makes people feel comfortable and full of vitality. What a big terrace!

The landscape painting in front of me made me pause. In the endless terraces, tea pickers wrapped in bright headscarves are particularly eye-catching. As soon as we got off the bus, we couldn't wait to walk into the painting, talk to the tea farmers and work.

The tea before and after the Qing Dynasty was very good. Especially after a heavy rain, the buds are sprouting and the leaves are cleaner and more beautiful. Picking tea seems simple, but it is actually mysterious, but it is an experience. Seeing that the tea farmers are agile, they never stop and choose carefully. They hold the root of the new tea, pinch it, and then pick the whole "two leaves and one shot". I am so envious that I want to get up. I chose qualified and completely. I passed the examination and approval of "tea expert", but it was too slow. So I have been picking and picking, and the harvest is there. Holding out a handful of tea leaves, a faint fragrance is refreshing.

Take it home and start frying tea. The fire should be small, stir-fry slowly, turn constantly, and drain the water. At this time, the kitchen was already filled with tea!

Soak a cup, take a sip, a fresh air dissipates in the mouth, and a kind of joy and pride of labor arises spontaneously! The first time I made tea, I gained a lot!

Tea-picking excellent composition 3 weekends, took me to Anji. It was just the season of tea picking, so he took me to pick tea.

After a while, the car drove to the foot of Chashan. Looking around, the mountains are covered with green. On the mountainside, beautiful tea fields are one after another, and tea pickers shuttle through the tea fields, singing tea-picking folk songs. The simple and natural voice came into my ears and made me deeply intoxicated. At the foot of the mountain, there is an endless sea, golden yellow and yellow, which makes people want to pick one.

Under the guidance of my grandfather, I went up the mountain. Suddenly, a smell of tea came to my nose. It doesn't have the pungent smell brought out by people on purpose, but it is elegant and fresh. Start picking tea! Picking tea is not difficult, it can be said that it is very simple, but I have the heart to pick these leaves stained with dew. Finally, I acted. I reached out my hand, looked at the place, and gently pinched it with my hand. Crispy and moist buds are in my palm, as if they are still stained with the smell of earth! When picking tea, carefully end auspicious, light green tea with a little dark green, like a fairy in a green evening dress, dancing a beautiful waltz on the dance floor of a tea field; Look again, like a lovely little girl. Young leaves can really compete with little girls' skin! Chew in your mouth, and a bitter but rich taste will immediately penetrate into your heart! I've been picking up tea all afternoon!

In the evening, help me fry and box the tea leaves picked during the day, and a box of Anji white tea will be ready. In order to reward me, grandpa also made a big table of good dishes!

On this day, I really made a tea-picking girl. "Picking, picking, picking, the beautiful tea fields are calling me." Every time I hear this song, I will think of that tea-picking experience.

On Sunday, the sun is shining and the spring breeze is blowing gently, which is a good time to travel. I went to pick tea with some classmates.

After an hour of "suffering", the car finally drove to Chashan. "This tea mountain is really' high'!" I muttered to myself. Because it is too short, it looks flat and flat, which is not the image of "mountain" in my heart at all. Although short, it is still very distinctive. Looking around, it looks like a huge matcha pudding with a grid of chocolate flowers on it. This is the path on the mountain.

My classmates and I couldn't wait to run up. It wasn't long before I found that I underestimated the mountain. It looks flat, but in fact, walking on the path is like a plane encountering airflow, which is very bumpy. It takes a little ingenuity to get up!

My aunt on the mountain gave us a small basket and told us to pick the tenderest and smallest leaves when picking tea, not the thick and big ones, otherwise it would be too old. And there is a little trick to pay attention to, that is, you can't pinch the bud with your nails, but with your fingers. Otherwise, when the tea leaves are soaked, the "wound" pinched with nails will turn black, which is ugly and affects the taste. It turns out that picking tea leaves has so much stress!

Although the top of tea looks good, it is not easy to really regard it as a job. I don't know how long it took. I just felt the warm spring sun burning. I was hot, thirsty, tired and hungry. We finally picked out a small basket of tea. So, he ran and ran, trying to send the fruits of his labor to the tea-making place.

I found that there are two processes for making tea here. First, the tea leaves were dried by a machine, and then put into a large iron pot for artificial frying. The second one is really a high-energy link. I was dumbfounded. I saw the master skillfully stir-fry the tea in the pot with both hands, as if practicing "iron sand palm". How admirable!

Finally, each of us made a cup of tea that we picked ourselves. Although it tastes a little bitter, it has a sweet taste of hard work!

During the May Day holiday, my mother decided to take me up the mountain to pick tea and let me experience the pleasure of working.

On this day, I went to the mountain to pick tea with my mother with excitement. I skipped along the country road, where birds and flowers were singing and beautiful scenery was everywhere. You see, there are many flowers here that I don't know, and they are colorful. Some flowers will also have lovely birds singing, as if chatting with flowers. They seem to say, "Spring has come, how beautiful the flowers are!" " What you see is the lush bamboo forest over there. Many fat and tender bamboo shoots have grown on that fertile land. I think bamboo shoots must be delicious.

We soon came to the foot of the mountain, and grandma's tea garden was on the top of the mountain. I looked up at the mountain, yeah! How high! Am I afraid to go up? I kind of want to back down. But I got up the courage to climb up. Ah, this mountain is really steep! It is much more difficult to climb than Huangshan Mountain. I suffered a lot along the way, wobbling, stumbling, crawling on my hands and feet. After a long time, I finally climbed to my tea garden.

At the sight of the tea garden. My depressed mood was solved at once. I saw green tea trees in my eyes, and the green tea leaves shyly stuck out their small heads from the big leaves. As if inviting me to take it home. After my mother explained how to pick tea, I quickly started picking tea, because my mother said that the money I picked today was for my own use. While I was working hard, I suddenly saw a caterpillar lying on the tea and eating delicious tea with relish. I suddenly screamed with fear. Mother heard the sound and rushed to catch the big green bug and put it out. At this time, the sun has filled the corner, and I can't stand the fierce sun. My mother took me home when she saw me uncomfortable. After returning home, I quickly weighed the tea with a scale. Haha, it actually weighs three kilograms. I'm really great.

Today, I felt the hardships of picking tea and grandma. Also harvested the joy of labor.

A cup of steaming, mellow tea-green and clear, fragrant and pure, jade liquid and elegant juice. Smell it and feel refreshed; Take a sip. It's refreshing. But who thought of the tea man's hard work?

On Wednesday, there were no clouds in Wan Li, and the sun scorched the earth. The school organized us to come to Lianshui Shuangquan Tea Farm in Quantang, Xiangxiang to pick tea. As soon as I entered the gate, large tracts of tea trees came into view. Rows of tea trees are very neat, just like soldiers listening to the leader's orders. Suddenly a breeze blew, and pieces of tea gave off a fragrant smell, which made me very intoxicated. I came to the meeting point against the aroma of strong tea. Under the guidance of my boss, I learned the process of picking and making tea that I knew nothing about.

When the boss asked for dissolution, we ran around among the tea trees like bees out of the nest. I looked for it in the bud leaves. It seems that I sent out X-rays and scanned it up and down to look for green tea. Suddenly, a force appeared in my body: "I found inspiration!" " So I picked it up quickly. I saw those tea pickers picking carefully all the time, and they were all sweating. Suddenly, a bug crawled into my hand. I shouted, gritted my teeth, and my hands trembled. So, regardless of the willy-nilly, I closed my eyes in fear and ran back to the assembly point. I looked at my uncle and aunt's serious expression when picking tea, and I looked ashamed. And the weight of tea picking is more than 8 times that of ours.

What I am looking forward to most is kneading dough. I picked up a handful of tea and rubbed it, and then it dispersed. I stared at the master's skillful movements, so I followed suit. Put down four fingers, put your thumb in the middle of your index finger, and rub it in one direction for a few minutes. Finally, my tea is kneaded.

Because time is tight, I can't take part in baking and bagging, but my uncles and aunts must continue the next baking and bagging before they are all finished.

Today, by picking tea, I understand the reason why the teacher asked us to pick tea, that is, to let us little emperors understand the hard work of the working people. Let us cherish and understand every achievement of other people's labor, and understand that every achievement is hard-won.

On May 12, our fourth-grade students went to Yuhang Changle Farm to study agriculture for two days. We pick broad beans, fish and cook potatoes ... but I think the most meaningful thing is picking tea.

On this day, it was raining in Mao Mao. Some of us came to the tea garden along the muddy mountain road with umbrellas and raincoats.

The tea garden is full of spring and breezy. From a distance, patches of tea trees are like a green ocean, wave after wave.

We came to a tea field, and the instructor introduced us to the knowledge of tea picking: "We want to pick a green bud head and a leaf on the bud, and the ratio of the leaf to the bud head is two to one, that is, the bud head is almost half the length of the leaf. Never pinch with your fingernails when picking tea, otherwise it is easy to lose the tea polyphenols that tea drinkers like best. We can only lift it gently with our hands, and when we separate it, it will make a crisp sound. ..... "Then, everyone grouped to pick tea in the tea garden.

This tea tree is only over one meter high. When I approached the tea tree, a faint fragrance came to my nose. On the green leaves, there are many glittering beads rolling. The green leaves on the tea tree are particularly eye-catching, which are buds. According to the method taught by the instructor, I held out my thumb and forefinger, grasped the leaves and buds, and gently lifted them up. I only heard a click and the bud separated from the branches and leaves. I am very happy and think I can pick tea. But after picking for a while, I saw that others picked more than me. When you are in a hurry, you change from lifting to pinching. One tea is pinched here and the other is pulled there. I think it takes a long time to pick tea, so I'm not skilled. I must guarantee the quality first.

Finally, our class picked two baskets of tea, and the tea collected by Class Five and Class Six added up to only as much as our tea.

Through this activity, I learned a lot that I can't learn in class: I know that tea picking is not just tea picking, but also a lot of stress, which I don't know without practice. We've only been working for a while, and our back aches. Think about how hard farmers work. Let's cherish food!