On Spring Tea Prose

People in China are very particular about food, drink, housing and transportation. Of course, this refers to people in the past. For people nowadays, it is incredible to tell an allusion for a cup of tea.

Just like a person who drinks tea to quench his thirst, he will never know the true taste of tea. The subtlety between "drinking" and "tasting" is not as simple as Miaoyu's discussion of tea.

When I was a child, I watched a dream of red mansions, and I was very disdainful of Miaoyu's actions. I am so particular about tea, and I have to spend a lot of time collecting snow from plum blossoms, hiding it underground, and taking it out for tea after many years.

These days, it is absolutely impossible to collect snow from plum blossoms to make tea, and it is difficult to find the scene of listening to birds in the empty mountains and singing in the breeze. How much fun is left in tea?

Spring is getting stronger and stronger I heard from friends in the south that the plum blossoms are in bloom, and even the branches have seen peach blossoms. So I was jealous for no reason, so I picked a few pieces of light green in spring and made the first cup of good tea in spring.

I can't pick such a good time. In the early morning in the north, playing with purple sand, watching the tea gradually stretch out the scars of last spring in boiling water, and imagining the beauty of spring in one season is enough happiness.

As an amateur, I have nothing to pay attention to when drinking tea. With good tea, I am even more sorry that I can't get good water for brewing. Tea is more often with the heart, with this fading scene. Think of the ancient pine and cypress roasted with slow fire, as if several times have passed. I can only make a little effort to ask for tea, and occasionally I can "cheat" some good tea from my friends, and I can be happy for a long time.

At this time, I miss my days in Huzhou even more. Before I was ten years old, I lived in a place called Santianmen near Taihu Lake. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, facing the lake and climbing the mountain. Tea trees are low and lush, but they are unique. At that time, the mountains were pink and pear-white except for the tea trees that suddenly appeared halfway up the mountain, followed by bamboo forests and pine forests. Some mountain springs come out of nowhere and gurgle down the ridge. When I think about it from time to time, I feel like a fairyland on earth.

Tomb-Sweeping Day was busy picking tea. I remember that our labor class every spring is a week of picking tea. Red dragonflies fly around, red raspberries are everywhere, and green tea trees are arranged in a vast array, which is quite imposing. How can Jiangnan new tea drink this intoxicating spring with beautiful scenery in Jiangnan?

Only when people come to the tea garden in spring can they truly appreciate the delicious taste of spring tea. How can people who have lived in the city for a long time and are not contaminated with dust and smoke drink the sunshine in spring, the rain in spring, the flowers in the wild in spring and the whispers of Cordyceps sinensis?

Fresh and tender new leaves shake off the frost and snow all winter, and permeate the breath of spring into the misty tea garden. The fragrance of tea and flowers is floating in the wind, which makes people get carried away.

Picking new tea leaves is fragrant, or perhaps only spring tea can keep the spring scenery of this season until the next. It can release the taste of spring a little bit in the days without spring. Wrapped in spring sunshine and rain, wrapped in spring worries, lingering in other seasons.

Away from the south of the Yangtze River, away from the days when tea can be picked, living in a city without much spring scenery, I miss the taste of spring tea and the time when it flows away.

You can't ignore drinking tea. In this country where culture has been gradually marginalized, drinking tea is so complicated that it will make people laugh. With the advent of the fast food era, everything painted with the word culture has become inexplicably sad.