一春日,静好。鸟语花香的早晨,清新的空气带着点微凉,我喜欢捧着一杯暖暖的“橘盅茶”倚靠在窗前,看天上的白云朵朵飘过,看门前满树白花。橘花浓郁的芬芳总是熏得我迷离,使我忍不住去端详小小的花朵,这一花五瓣的纯白中,还有一簇嫩黄色的花蕊。轻嗅,花的香甜盈满我的胸腔,沁人心脾。二祖母又在做橘盅茶了。春天的茶香如一缕春风,缓缓拂过人间,拂进每个茶农的心房。 A spring day, calm well. Flowers in the morning, fresh air with a little cool, I like to hold a cup of warm “orange cup tea ” leaning against the window, watching the clouds blossoming across the sky, looking at the front of trees white flowers. Rich fragrance of orange flowers always smoked my blurred, so I could not help but to look small flowers, the flowers of five white, there is a cluster of bright yellow flower. Light and scent, sweet flowers full of my chest, refreshing. Two grandmother and orange tea cup again. Spring tea, such as a ray of spring breeze, slowly brushing the earth, flick into each tea farmer’s atrium.