故乡的茶园,游子心中永远的根!小时候,老屋背后的大山深处,绿油油的茶树一层层镶嵌在梯田状的山坡上,目光所及,苍翠欲滴,微风掠过,清香扑鼻。每年谷雨前后,母亲便背着竹篓,带领我们上山采荼去。雨过天晴的路面还有些泥泞,我们沿着蜿蜒的山路小心翼翼地前行,时而拨弄路边的草丛,时而采摘山头的野花。清新的空气伴着泥土的芬芳扑面而来,瞬间忘了爬山的艰辛。 When I was a child, the deep green mountains behind the old houses were lined with green tea trees on the terraced hillsides. The eyes were covered with green light and the breeze passed. Before and after the annual Guyu, my mother carrying bamboo baskets, lead us to go mining. The rainy and sunny road was still muddy. We walked cautiously along the meandering mountain roads, sometimes fiddling with the grass on the roadsides and sometimes picking the wildflowers on the hills. Fresh air accompanied by the fragrance of the soil blowing, instantly forgot the hardships of climbing.