Behind the old house in my hometown, there are tea trees all over the slopes and fields, which is a great achievement left by a great man in the era of learning from Dazhai. Later, when the land was contracted to households, everyone was busy taking care of their own three-part responsibility farmland, and the tea garden was abandoned. The tea trees all over the mountain grow like gambling. In the past ten days of Qingming Festival, just after a few fine spring rains, Chashan woke up in the warm spring wind. The aunts, uncles and sisters in law of the village all put down their farm work and went up the mountain to collect tea. People are busy and the tea mountain is lively! At this time of year, my mother always leads our sisters to pick tea on the mountain. Mother carries a big basket, and our three sisters each carry a small basket. A grain of tea as the size of our mother's four hands, quietly lying in the basket. Green, soft, with the smell of spring. In order to catch up with the time, we don't have to go home for lunch. Mother has already prepared dry food: a rice ball, a sweet potato, plus two pieces of pickled vegetable. Mother smiled and watched our three sisters devour the meal. She squeezed a small rice ball and put it into her hands. Then she straightened up, thumped her waist, and said, "with more strength, we can pick a basket today." At dusk, when I got home, my mother was busy again. My father burned the fire, and my mother poured the newly picked tea into a large iron pot and kept stirring it and rubbing it vigorously. A basket full of tea leaves ended up with a pitiful little ball. The mother poured the fried tea into a circular dustpan and pulled it out evenly: "this pile is the tuition money of the eldest and the second, this pile is changed into the Baba money of the younger sister, and this small pile is left to your father to satisfy his craving!" Dad likes drinking tea. After a day's work, "gudu gudu" fills a big bowl to quench thirst; After dinner, I sat under the old grapefruit tree in front of the house and took a sip. It was delicious! The days were quietly jumping on the green buds. In the Qingming tea of my mother, it was crystal clear, transparent and full of flavor! In the Qingming tea, three children grew up like this: the eldest son went out to work, the daughter married as a woman, and I was a teacher in a rural primary school. Tea mountain still spits green every year, you still pick tea, just don't change those Qingming tea for children's books and snacks. You keep them carefully for your husband and your son. The life of rural teachers is more bitter than Qingming tea. Lead a group of children with a long snot, class, class, classroom, bedroom, lonely, lonely, even married a daughter-in-law has become a problem. At that time, I learned to drink tea and the bitter, astringent, yellow, green tea soup. Take my father's enamel cup with black painted cat hole, raise my neck, "gudu" a sound, the tea falls, and I feel lonely. At that moment, I began to understand why my father loved tea. Do you want to swallow all the pain of life?) mother doesn't know tea, just as she doesn't know her husband and her son. She was so silent, waiting for me to drink a cup, and then quietly continued. Later, I was transferred to a primary school in the town. Contact more people, life began to bustle up: red man. Green girl, liquor, meat fragrance, cold greetings from leaders, bright smile from friends
