A 500-word essay about tea?

Father’s Tea

My father’s story is endless. Whenever I want to talk about it, my eyes always burst into tears, and my fragile heart seems unable to withstand the surge of emotion.

My father had a rough life and experienced many sad things. Misfortune developed his open-minded character. The experience of being a father and a mother makes him always consider others when encountering difficulties. When neighbors entertained guests, he would even lend them a bowl and even a pot. He was even more considerate of his children and grandchildren and gave everything he had. But he himself is extremely frugal, reluctant to give up food and clothing, let alone tobacco and alcohol. His only hobby is to drink a few sips of tea.

When we were young, our family was in a poor financial situation. My father could not afford good tea, so he drank some ground tea for about one yuan per catty. My father had to drink a pound of tea for at least half a year. Every time he drank tea, he always brewed it first and then boiled it to cook the tea leaves. Although the tea was bland and tasteless, my father tasted very sweet. I thought, this is not called tea tasting, this is called dyeing water.

After graduating from university, I was assigned to Ankang, southern Shaanxi, and the origin of Shaanxi Qingqing is Ziyang. Every year when new tea comes out, I buy some and distribute them to friends in other places. Of course, the first thing that comes to mind is my father. But every time I bring tea home, what I see is my father’s face. He said, "Maojian tea is bland and I don't like drinking it." He looked quite angry. He only needs to drink big-leaf tea bought for three to five yuan. Later, I realized that my father was afraid that I would spend money, because every time he left tea leaves, he was reluctant to drink them. Only when distinguished guests came to the house or his old friends came, he would make a cup and treat them to others. taste. As a result, the new tea turned into old tea. Some of them were even moldy, and he still couldn't bear to drink them. Years later, the family situation improved, and my father had a lot of tea: Biluochun from Jiangsu, Xiangjian from Hunan, Tuocha from Yunnan, Sanpaotai from Yinchuan, and even Japanese tea that his grandson brought back to his grandfather when he went abroad. It became his exhibit, used to show off the filial piety of his children and grandchildren in front of his neighbors. I think he may not know the taste of many teas in his life. He only drinks his big leaf tea.

My father lived to be 85 years old. In his later years, he suffered from geriatric diseases. Things in front of him were forgotten in a blink of an eye, but things in the past were clearly remembered. When he was delirious, he would always carry the tea leaves that his children and grandchildren paid tribute to in his bag, saying that he was going to hold a tea party for others, and no one could stop him. For a while, it became a joke and became a legend among the neighbors.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, my father told me that the county would hold a tea party and invited him to attend. In fact, there is nothing at all. If the family wasn't careful, my father would get lost. The family was going crazy with anxiety. My brother, sister-in-law, uncle and neighbors searched all the villages, towns and ditches around the county. My wife and I walked all over the streets and alleys, and finally found him. I felt very sad when I saw my father. The old man's face was dusty and his body was covered in mud. He had suffered a great deal and his lips were dry and chapped. Maybe it was because he was very happy to see us. After eating and resting for a while, he was about to take his granddaughter to the street. After walking for a while, the daughter saw her father's mouth moving, so she asked curiously: "Grandpa, what are you eating?" The father did not answer, but smiled softly. After walking for a while, my father was old and frail and exhausted, so he said he needed to rest. As soon as he sat down by the roadside, his father took something out of his pocket and fed it into his mouth. At this time, the daughter kept staring at her grandfather. When he was about to take out the food again, the daughter grabbed her father's arm, opened his father's palm and looked at it. She shouted in surprise: "Grandpa, why are you eating tea? The tea that my mother poured just now If you don’t even drink it, why do you want to eat tea?” The father touched his granddaughter’s head and said affectionately: “Grandpa is old and drinks too much water. He needs to go to the toilet. The provincial capital is too big and hard to find, which wastes time. I'm afraid you won't have fun, so I'll cheer you up by chewing some tea." Listening to my father's words, my wife's eyes turned red, my daughter cried, and tears came to my eyes. I shouted in my heart: "Father, we are willing to be dragged down by you..."

Before Qingming Festival, when the new tea was about to come out, my father passed away. When burying the old man, the daughter must bring a lot of tea to grandpa, and the niece also brought good tea sets to grandpa. When my father was buried, it started to rain lightly, and the rapeseed flowers everywhere were in full bloom.