The large amount of pre-Ming Tea and pre-rain tea in my hometown have compact strips, slightly white hairs and strong fragrance. Even if they are not brewed, the fragrance is pleasant; When soaked in a glass, the soup color is dark green and the branches and leaves are neat, the appearance of sinking into the bottom of the cup and gradually stretching is no less than that of the little daughter in the mountain. She is shy and happy, and is the most touching. The color, fragrance and shape are all complete. Looking at each other, she will also leave a glimpse of the wonderful. It has been the way of treating guests with excellent pine tea for many years. Some honored guests came all the way, took out the preserved good tea and made a pot. After the guests and guests sat down, they poured and drank. They greeted each other while enjoying some tea fragrance. It was really a very recreational thing. The banker’s family is busy with the anniversary, so it is hard to sit down and talk about gossip. As long as the conversation is opened, whether it is rice, oil, salt, rice, cotton and vegetables, relatives and wishes, it will be gurgling, just like the mountain spring water behind the house. When it comes to the emotional part, I sighed with emotion. When I picked up the teacup, I drank a mouthful of warm and appropriate tea. How could this taste be said thoroughly casually! I am really don’t know why this tea is called ustila. My parents always told me that, and so did the villagers. We just followed and talked about whether the villagers were clear or not. But this does not hinder the tea flavor every year, leaving some kind and lovely flavor in the hearts of the villagers, old and young, between the cheek teeth of relatives and friends coming and going. This kind of taste is not only about tea itself, but also about the charm of time in customs and human feelings. It is enough to say that the taste given by water and soil is meaningful, and it is the lingering fragrance of Shaoguang in a river of human feelings. Every family, every household, every courtyard and every pot of strong pine tea are all depicting the spiritual charm of ordinary people in ordinary times. However, my plain villagers, how can they say it if they never want to say one more word? They don’t know these guts of taste and feeling? The tea growing in the mountains is the land where people depend on each other, which gives villagers some dependence to live at home. As an economic crop with enduring vitality, it will bring certain wealth to their families every year, therefore, the tea leaves that sprout after the spring every year are no less than the hopes in the hearts of rural people. There is a proverb in the countryside: those who buy fish eat fish King, while those who fish eat fish sausages. This is not difficult to understand, because if you want to make a good harvest, you will sell all the precious things in your hands and leave them to yourself, they are all leftover materials that others don’t like. People who grow tea are mostly like this. The price of tea is just right every year, when new tea comes on the market, the tea produced is basically sold to others, and it is rare to leave a little. Although I really care about these sensational smells, in order to have a higher income, I will live a more leisurely life in the following days. No matter how reluctant I am, I can only give up my love reluctantly. Besides, the purpose of growing tea, just to earn income, how can you ignore these for your hobbies? But then again, nobody left one or two cans of good tea for entertaining guests. When a visitor comes to visit, the first thing is a pot of fragrant tea. If there is no tea, it seems that the smell of the House will be reduced. Folks, old and young, will never do such things that they will not show up. For more than ten years, I don’t live in the countryside, and it seems to be far away from these tea smells, but my memory about this aspect in my heart is very clear. When my parents are here and the tea is about to end before the rain, they always take out the iron box for storing tea at home, wipe it clean, expose it to the sun, and prepare to leave some new tea for home use. Mother went to the tea field again and picked some tea grass which was almost as tender as the old one. The whole family went into battle, making one or two pots of tea and keeping them. Although the tea buds at this time were not the best, the efforts of my mother and father were particularly meticulous, and the tea made was almost the same as that of the tea at the beginning of mining, but it can’t hide from the masters of drinking tea. These teas, after passing the water, do not have the taste of making tea for a long time. If the taste of making tea for the first time is warm and soft, you can continue to water for several times, and the taste; the ending tea flavor is strong and full, eating in the mouth, full of strength, coming and going fast, not so durable, but it is still a good tea, there is little discount for color and fragrance; People in the countryside, it is not easy to have such kind of tea to treat guests, and naturally it will not cause the customers to be picky. The selected tea leaves can be stored for a long time by putting them into iron barrels and putting a few pieces of charcoal without any dust. Even in winter, the tea leaves are still fragrant and bright. In normal days, these teas can’t be moved casually. Otherwise, our parents would gossip that we don’t know the cheap and Noble at all, and we only know how to enjoy. The tea I usually drink is basically staple goods, and there is always less delicate taste. Only when there are guests coming, parents will open the iron box, take out some tea, make a pot of tea, sit around the dining table, chat, and add tea, we also enjoyed it together, enjoying the sweetness of tea and the warm and lovely flavor of hometown. Father would also change the seriousness on his face at this time. When it comes to interest, the wrinkles on his cheeks gradually become dense, unconsciously climbed up a few smiles. It is rare that there is nothing to do in winter and snow flying days. Brothers and sisters get together, the snow falls silently, and people talk a lot. When chatting, take out some pine tea to treat guests, make a pot, drink tea while chatting behind the water in front of the mountain. It seems to be scattered, but in fact it is warm. Parents are on one side, and occasionally cut in, when I couldn’t plug in the words, I looked at children, big and small, who were free in front of me. The cold outside the door was rustling, the tea in the room was fragrant, and there were smiling faces, full of smiles and endless topics. How could such a day have no charm, and how could it not be remembered? Sometimes I think that people, especially our generation, are no different from the common birds in the countryside. They are older and their parents are old, but we give our wings a fan, it is rare to go back to a place far away, but it is difficult to give up the local feeling and taste. For example, a pot of Ustilago like this is a kind of aftertaste and some sustenance left to oneself many times. When I am alone, I always make a cup of pine tea from my hometown. When the tea smells leisurely and touches my heart, I think about the feelings I have experienced and look for the feelings I have experienced. These feelings, these feelings, it is the continuous breath left in the deep heart by one side of the land.

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