Tea Moon Order ｜ Jianghua

January. Really cold.

The breath became fog, the frost on the glass window thanked and opened, and the snow in the mountains scattered and gathered.

The village is quiet. People are crooked in the bed, and the taste of cotton and sunlight is very comfortable. If there is no important thing, it always depends on the bed. The pigs in the bar can't wait, and I waited for food. Men urged women to get up quickly, and those who distressed the woman's house had long been fed the pigs.

Lai's grinding was dressed, and his hands and feet walked out of the house. The world is white, and I don't know what morning light is. In the courtyard, the rooster straightened his neck, shaking his hair, and walked straight towards the woods. The trees are thick and fat, and there may be snowballs rolling down from the branches, scattered, and broken.

The smoke was erected, and the pots in the kitchen were busy.

The tea forest was quiet, quiet and vast, and the tea tree slept under the snow. The sparrow jumped from this side to that side, gloating.

The tea forest under the snow has the cool gas of Lingling, and the kind of cooling gas can only be felt at the beginning of summer and lotus.

February. beginning of spring.

It is still cold, but the chill is no longer piercing. The wind was blowing on his body, with a little softness in the fierceness, and his body was a bit loose. Spring is germinated, amaranth is Zheng Fei, and people pick and pick them in the fields to make dumplings and eat hot pot. Some people drink, some people use tea to replace wine.

The snow was early, and only the shade of the mountains was white. Several rains were over, and the white spots were not traces. In the stunning season, the wicker was lively and green, and there was a new green on the tea tree.

The farmers gave the tea garden weeding and loose soil, picked up the burden, filled with organic fertilizer in the burden, and sprinkled a layer under a tea tree in a meticulous manner. Men and women pass through the small roadside of the tea garden.

The spring tea of ​​Manshan is covered in the clouds.

March. The weather is very good, the clouds are white like rice cakes, the wind blows, and it moves a little bit.

The winter was put away. The young people put on the spring suit, and the wind blew up. I suddenly felt that it was for a while, and I wanted to shout. The distant mountains were winding and green, and the layers of green were covered on the ground. The children rolled around on it, and the old man poured a kite there.

At the beginning of the tea tree, the buds were very small, the spikes were as cone, and the wind began to grow up. From the cone head to the nail head, it gradually divided into two crickets. At the end of the month, one pair of hands took a bud home. The hand was very light, and the bud head was cleverly cut into the small bamboo basket. The bamboo basket was tender and green, and I couldn't help but smell it.

The first season of tea has been settled one after another. The green tea fragrance came out of the wall from the farmhouse. The pedestrians on the road took a deep breath. Really fragrant.

The tea was intoxicated, and the scarecrow was blown by the wind.

The new tea has been launched.

Ying Shanhong opened.

The new tea is soaked in the cup, soft and soft.

Some people also soak fresh tea grass in the cup, Cui Didi is also delicate, tender and beautiful. It's just that the tea taste is thin, and the charm is less.

April. The tea garden is really lively. The thin peach trees on the ground blossomed, one flower, brilliant, beautiful, shy. All colors, dragonflies, butterflies, all come. The tea -picking woman wrapped her head with a scarf to cover the sun, laughing and laughing, and the finger was like flying, and the tea fell in the basket.

The tea garden is so beautiful, like a eighteen -year -old girl, flourishing. The ground gas is steaming, the tea tree is desperately budding, and the next day is long. After a spring rain, it is half an inch. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and spring tea is more expensive.

Afraid of misunderstanding the tea period, as long as the rain is not heavy, there are always tea picking people in the tea garden. Spring tea can sell well. The tea trees washed in the rain are green and more green. It is packed in the bags of tea picking people. It reflects the mountain red in the mountains. The picked tea is spread in the bamboo basket, which is rich in beauty. There are native proverbs in Jiangsu and Zhejiang:

It is difficult to do it in April, and the silkworm should be gentle and cold.

The seedlings are raining, and the girl picking the tea is looking forward to the cloudy day.

On the rural road, three or two tea people hurried past with bags.

May. It was hot every day, the tea was sliced, and it became thicker and thicker. The tea garden is green, and the tea picking people are still busy, or sell, or pick some themselves. The tea is piled up in the house at will, like a hill.

At the end of the month, the tea garden gradually became quiet, and the tea collection began other agricultural.

June. Swiping.

In the morning, he repaired the tea tree, clicked a knife, and clicked. The cut tea branches were piled on the ground.

The tea garden after the branches, the spirit.

After two months of picking, the tea garden should be recuperated. Women can't urge it, saying that after picking up tea, they must not ignore the tea garden. Dynamic, the man went to the tea garden to weeding, picking the burden, and organic fertilizer in the burden. Tea is crazy, clusters of clusters like sword halberds. Regardless of it, the dragonfly stands on it, does not move, and does not know about it.

July. The tea garden is open in the sun, quiet and lazy.

There are more and more lives in the fields, and the wheat has just been cut, and the corn is. Sesame is high, and rice is also high. People forget the tea garden, and only drink tea in the tea garden when they are thirsty. The night is coming, fireflies are everywhere over the tea garden. The children pointed out to the grandmother and said that the one was so bright. When the grandmother saw it, the fireflies disappeared.

August. People walked quietly from the tea garden, lamenting a large tea garden, and the tea garden did not sound. People have nothing to do, passing a piece of tea, chewing in their mouths, really bitter, spit out, the tea garden does not sound. The shepherd fell asleep in the grass. I don't know who a buffalo eats grass in the tea garden.

Some people planted a row of corn in the tea garden, straight, and tied with tea trees. Looking up first, and then looking at it, the corn can be leaning the tea tree soon. September. The fruit of the tea trees is very large, or brown or purple -brown or yellow -brown or green, one by one like a small dumplings sticking together.

The sky is dark and vast, and cattle and sheep eat grass on the hillside. The children wore the hat edited by Miscanthus, picking fruit from the tea trees, to see who picked a lot, pocketing with clothes, and throwing tea fruit with each other. You chase me, a laugh in the tea garden.

That row of corn has already grown full spikes, and corn must tremble in the wind.

October. It has long been established, and the sky is still hot. Fortunately, the summer and evening are not seen. The water in the field was released, it was time to cut the rice, picked up the sickle, and bent over. After drinking a lot of tea, sweaty, wet body. Everyone says that tea is good, quenching thirst and fragrant. One ridge is poured, and the ears of rice are full.

Some people push corn in the tea garden, and some people pick up autumn tea in the tea garden. The old man said: spring tea is bitter, summer tea is astringent, it should be delicious, autumn dew is white. Qiucha's aroma is peaceful, soaking in the cup, and the long and long emptiness falls like an old lane.

Several red maple leaves outside the tea garden are agate.

November. There are frost in the morning, thick. From a distance, the tea garden is hazy in the frost, like the green landscape of the ancients, there is a kind of little beauty.

Camellia blooms, and the stars have a little white. A cluster of yellow flower stamens in the white petals are cold and cold. Camellia does not fall through the cream, withered branches.

December. It was snowing, a thick layer, covering the front house, and the bamboo forest was bent by the snow.

There are several lines of footprints on the green area of ​​the tea garden, towards the mountain, I don't know what animal was left. The sun came out, it was snowy, and the tea garden was green again.

Some farmers took off the tea born of the year, stir -fried and roasted, soaked in a large teapot, especially fragrant, said that drinking during the Spring Festival and eliminating food.

In tea, people are busy. New clothes, rice milling, grinding, tofu, killing year pigs, paste lanterns, dust removal, and cleaning the courtyard. After the lunar month, it is the Spring Festival. (Hu Zhufeng)

【Edit: Zhang Jing】

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