Tea excellent composition 1 someone asked, what is home like? Like a vast grassland, like a deep and mysterious sea. Actually, I don't think so. Affection is like a cup of ordinary green tea, warm, but silently floating charming fragrance.
I remember it was a cold winter and everything was silent. Snow, like floating, like sprinkling. Falling like cotton wool, quietly, quietly, covering everything in the world, everything turned white, as if everything was deprived of color. In the study, intermittent typing is still ringing. Mom has been working for a long time. I gently pushed open the door of the library and took a look. I see my mother's hands are red. She kept rubbing her hands, and the fingers on the keyboard were no longer so flexible. After typing for a while, her mother put her hand to her mouth and took a breath. Then she went on working. In winter, everything is frozen, including sound. The bell of "click, click, click" seems to be pounding on the ice. With a cold shiver, I couldn't help shivering and ran to the kitchen to make a cup of tea to keep warm.
Open the tea tube, and the tea leaves fall asleep quietly, emitting a fragrance. I put a handful of tea leaves in a crystal clear glass and poured them into hot water. The tea that has fallen asleep instantly becomes active, jumping and stretching. Pieces of tea, dancing in the water, like naughty elves wandering in the cup. They grow up in warm water, and then grow up, as if a baby is slowly maturing in the warm arms of its mother.
Tea is ready, I hold warm tea in my hand, and scenes come to mind: at night, I suddenly had a high fever, and my worried mother took me to the hospital. When I woke up, I saw your bloodshot eyes; Once, because of my negligence, I got a "good" in the Chinese exam. When my disappointed tears rolled down my cheeks, you stroked my head and comforted me not to be sad. Failure is the mother of success, and life inevitably falls. I think, the scenery in front of me is blurred.
Holding tea leaves, several tea leaves danced in the clear green liquid. In the embrace of water, they stretch their bodies and emit wisps of fragrance in the curling steam. I came to my mother and handed the teacup: "Come, I made it for you." My mother looked up, flattered and paused. Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she hugged me tightly with her cold hands. It's cold in winter, but my mother and I are warm.
Family ties are not spirits, not so hot. This is not juice. Not so greasy. Not clear water, not so tasteless. But a cup of warm tea, fresh and pleasant, memorable, as affectionate as tea!
During the May Day holiday, my mother decided to take me up the mountain to pick tea and let me experience the pleasure of working.
On this day, I went to the mountain to pick tea with my mother with excitement. I skipped along the country road, where birds and flowers were singing all the way and beautiful scenery was everywhere. You see, there are many unknown flowers here, which are all red and green. Some flowers also have lovely birds singing, as if chatting with flowers. They seem to say, "Spring has come, how beautiful the flowers are!" " You are looking at the lush bamboo forest over there. Many fat and tender bamboo shoots have grown on that fertile land. I think bamboo shoots must be delicious.
We soon came to the foot of the mountain, and grandma's tea garden was on the top of the mountain. I looked up at that mountain, yeah! How high! Am I afraid to go up? I kind of want to back down. But I still got up the courage to climb up. Ah, this mountain is very steep! It is much more difficult to climb than Huangshan Mountain. I suffered a lot along the way, staggered, stumbled and climbed with both hands and feet. After a long time, I finally climbed to my tea garden.
At the sight of the tea garden. My depressed mood was solved at once. I saw the green tea tree in my eyes, and the green tea shyly poked out my little head from the big leaves. As if inviting me to take it home. After my mother explained how to pick tea, I quickly began to pick it, because my mother said that the money I picked tea today was for my own use. Just as I was working hard, I suddenly saw a caterpillar lying on the tea and eating delicious tea with relish. I suddenly screamed with fear. Mother heard the sound and rushed to catch the big green bug and let it out. By this time, the sun has spread all over the corner, and I can't stand the burning sun. My mother took me home when she saw my sad face. When I got home, I quickly weighed the tea with a scale. Haha, it weighs three kilograms. I'm really great.
Today, I felt the hardships of picking tea and grandma. Also harvested the joy of labor.
In April, in the green campus, after the drizzle, the tender leaves exude its unique fragrance, refreshing, just like the fragrance of tea, so elegant. Thoughts seem to have returned to the days spent in the tea garden.
Roll up your sleeves, pick up your hat and shuttle between rows of tea trees. Rows of tea trees are arranged in layers, neat as terraces, but far more vibrant than terraces. The students are running around in the tea garden, picking things from east to west, and their eyes are not idle for a moment. They are picking here, but their eyes have long looked at the vast leaves in the distance.
The tea garden in Houshan seems to be more secret. The towering bamboo forest completely blocks people's sight from the outside, and the world inside is more like a paradise. Along the only way up the mountain, the field of vision instantly expanded dozens of times. Surrounded by bamboo forests, the mountains in the distance are like a powerful barrier, completely isolating this small world. Far away, a faint scent of tea came to my nose, and my heart instantly quieted down. Large tracts of tea came into view with a little red and mellow luster. Small houses are looming among the tea trees, adding a bit of pastoral color to the tea garden in Houshan. Tea trees grow in patchwork on the mountains, but there is a kind of lazy beauty, which no matter how good the painter can describe. In the meantime, I only feel that my whole body and mind seem to wander among tea trees, and I have no intention to pay attention to time and indulge in the joy of mountains and rivers.
Down the mountain along the original road, the fingertips are still filled with the elegant and distant fragrance of tea, which is unforgettable so far.
In my spare time, I make a cup of hot tea, wrap it in a cup and turn it over several times. The faint scent of tea is getting stronger and stronger. It's a little bitter when you take a sip, but only a little sweet when you recall it.
The entrance is bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet.
So is life. I keep running for my dream and working hard. Experienced many difficulties and setbacks and suffered a lot. But when you reach the finish line and look back, you will find that everything you have done is worthwhile.
Now, sitting in the classroom, watching the bus carrying students from another class there.
Tea Excellent Composition 4 "Xiao Gui, shall I boil two eggs for you for dinner?" My mother shouted at me when I was doing my homework.
Eggs, tasteless, too monotonous. "I don't want to eat, I want to eat you." I pouted.
Mother frowned slightly, as if talking to herself or discussing with me: "Your grandmother sent a lot of eggs, so you should eat them while they are hot. Otherwise, I'll cook tea eggs. "
Tea eggs have the aroma of tea, the fragrance of eggs and the mellow flavor of spices. I have always loved them, so I decided happily!
I chose twenty big, round eggs, the value is the first! Rinse them and put them in the pot. My mother asked me to go to the living room to get some tea. I turned my attention to the "Longjing" that my father has a special liking for. Cooking tea eggs with it must be better than ordinary tea, right?
I grabbed a handful of tea leaves and put them in the pot. My mother added star anise, fennel and cinnamon. After a while, there was a gurgling sound in the pot, and the rich aroma lingered in every corner of the house.
Eggs, like naughty children, kept churning in the pot. Gradually, the color of the shell becomes darker and the pattern formed by the crack becomes more obvious. Eggs sometimes sink and float, sometimes left and sometimes right, and occasionally hit the side of the pot, as if celebrating the birth of great works.
"Ding Dong-"It's time. I quickly fished out a tea egg, put it in a bowl and kept blowing. Tea eggs, it's getting cold!
I kept touching it with my hands, and finally it stopped burning. I peeled off the eggshell, and protein, which used to be white and glittering, turned brown and covered with dark lines. I took a bite, fragrant, fragrant and mellow, and blended together, as if I heard every taste bud cheering with satisfaction.
One, two ... Gee, I used to eat two eggs and I was full. Why don't I feel this way today? I ate another one, and when I was about to eat another one, my mother stopped me: "You should keep the good things and taste them slowly."
"Well-"I burped, but when my mother wasn't looking, I secretly picked up another one and stuffed it into my pocket. ...
At the beginning of 5 years, as in previous years, I received a large box from my hometown. Cut open the parcel, which is full of red iron boxes.
It is tea. This is a special kind of tea in my hometown.
From small to large, our family has a steady stream of tea, which is packed in several large iron boxes. These are "little orchids" (a kind of green tea), which were picked, dried and fried by grandma herself. When I opened the lid, it smelled rich and slightly bitter, which I was used to since I was a child, even though I seldom drank tea.
Boil the water to 100 degree, squeeze some tea leaves out of the box and sprinkle them in the cup. When water is poured in, the rolling tea leaves in the heat wave absorb water, trying to expand themselves, as if they were back to the freshest appearance, and all the tea leaves are scrambling to push up. Never drink tea and burn your mouth at this time. However, in winter, it is very suitable for warming hands, and the steam keeps rising. The fragrance of tea gradually overflowed and the water for making tea quietly turned brown.
Our family, around the table, chatting, waiting, waiting. ...
Finally, the first tea leaves whirled down, like the first breeze blowing off the red leaves after autumn. Picking up the teacup, "poof-"blows, and the mouth of the teacup ripples into a circle. Take a sip slightly, and the tea fragrance permeates the whole mouth. The entrance is faint and bitter. After a while, a faint fragrance spreads from the mouth, followed by a kind of sweetness if there is nothing.
This kind of tea is rich in fragrance and fresh in taste.
I have a complete set of tea sets at home, and the tea stove can even heat tea directly. Mom usually heats hot water in the tea stove, throws some medlars, and grabs a handful of longan and red dates, which are sweet and dense. This kind of tea can be drunk in one breath, which not only warms the body, but also relaxes the body and mind.
If there is good tea to drink, drink good tea, which is a kind of "qingfu". So, is this "happiness" to be broken by the fast-paced life now?
Sit down, make a pot of tea, close your eyes, smell the tea and taste it. Enjoy this quiet moment ...
Peace is like the smell of tea. This kind of happiness given by relatives is a common happiness that will not be deliberately presented. Tea, full of the thoughts of relatives, has now turned into a warm hand, stroking my face.
Really, it's warm. ...
It is just a small leaf, but it is different from other withered leaves, because its sacrifice has brought cups of fragrant teas.
My grandfather and grandmother are tea farmers. On the mountain, we have a large field full of Tieguanyin. Go back to their hometown to help them pick tea when they have a holiday. It is not easy to fill a bamboo basket with tea in the scorching sun. I feel really good when I run around in the tea garden with my hat on. I enjoyed the cool breeze in the mountains and smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea. This seems to be a paradise. I really couldn't bear to pick these tea leaves again, but in the end, in order to complete the task, I had to put the tea leaves in the bamboo house.
Back to my grandmother's house, I walked into the air-conditioned room and saw the freshly picked tea leaves stacked one by one. The smell in the room is quite comfortable, but these poor little guys don't know that more cruel things are waiting for them. I witnessed the exposure of tea leaves in the scorching sun, baking and rubbing in the stove ... The original delicate leaves have become dry and withered. I drink a cup of fresh fragrant tea, and my heart is bitter and sweet. I have never deeply felt the "taste" of a cup of fragrant tea before, so I drank it. And after I observed Tieguanyin's life, I suddenly felt very pitiful. Their life is like this, they are willing to be nectar and have no regrets.
Autumn is coming, and I see fallen leaves, which are beautiful, but not beautiful. Think about their high spirits at the beginning, but they all ended up in vain. I don't want people's lives to fall like this. Grandma asked me, "What do you want to do if there is an afterlife?" I replied without thinking, "tea." Because, I like this ups and downs of life, even in the end, I am willing to turn into fragrant teas, so that people can feel my value and realize my extraordinary life. This kind of life is more real and meaningful.
Even if there is no afterlife, I am willing to use my life journey to prove and interpret the true meaning of greatness, just like tea.
Tea with excellent composition 7 is still the familiar big porcelain cup or light blue tea; Everything is the same, except that people are not here. -inscription
Grandpa used a cup specially. It's a teacup, but it's actually a big white porcelain cup, which smells like the 1970s and 1980s. Throughout the year, I see my grandfather holding it in his hand and taking a few sips from time to time.
Grandma can make tea and help grandpa make it every time. When withered green tea leaves are thrown into hot water, they will have vitality in an instant and stretch their bodies to the extreme. Tea leaves spin in the water, giving off fragrance. The hot air rises, and the sky above the teacup is foggy. Grandpa took the tea, closed his eyes and took a nap in the chair. Grandma picked up today's newspaper and slowly looked at the sunshine on their faces word by word. How warm it is!
But since grandpa died, everything has changed.
The big porcelain cup was put in the cupboard by grandma and covered with dust. The family kept silent about grandpa. Once I opened the cupboard, dust came on my face. Grandma really put it down, I think.
I can't sleep in the morning, so I get up and do my homework. I can walk into grandma's bedroom, but I smell a faint fragrance. This smell shocked me and reminded me of my memories. It seems to be a distant past.
Open a door, and sure enough, grandma has washed the big porcelain cup and held it in her hand. A mist rose in the room. Grandma turned her back on me. I can't see her face clearly, but I can hear her muttering, "old man, you like tea, so I brought it for you." My family is very good and filial. " Grandma spoke out of turn, bringing all the things at home together, and naturally mentioned me. As usual, the sun shines on the ground in a dreamy color, as if nothing had changed.
Close the door gently, I shouldn't disturb the peace that belongs to grandma alone. Really, when I smell this tea again, I feel like a lifetime ago. Grandpa's voice and smile reappeared in my mind, which was a memory hidden in my heart.
I think I'll never get over it. But at least, this is my love for grandpa. Grandpa loves me, too. Otherwise, why do I always smell a faint scent of tea?
There is a kind of warmth in tea excellent composition 8, which is a street lamp that guides the direction in life; There is a kind of warmth, which is a pair of big hands in the cold winter; There is a kind of warmth, which is an egg boiled in tea soup.
On a gray twilight night, crystal snowflakes were floating in the sky, surging and flying. I looked at the gray sky, glittering and translucent snowflakes fell on my cheeks, and the cool ones had not melted yet. I walked into a dark alley against the ice and snow. A white-haired old man in an alley took out a pot of steaming tea eggs from the room with trembling hands and put it on the ground. Snow-white steam sings and flies to the sky. He held a fan in his hand and shook the tea egg up and down. Those rough hands have been broken in many places and turned blue with cold in the cold wind. Naughty snow and ice are flying on his cheeks, and he has no idea. This old man is my dear grandfather. I appeared in the corner, and that was what caught my eye.
The old man's grandfather seemed to notice me and slowly raised his head. He looked at me with a smile, his face was covered with wrinkles, but that smile was like a warm current, which warmed my heart and brought me a little comfort. I went out to school in the cold and unpleasant morning in the snow. The old man's grandfather enthusiastically said to me, "Jia Jia, I made you your favorite tea eggs." Come in! " "I excitedly ran over and shook grandpa's rough hand and said," Grandpa, are you cold? "There are thousands of words in my heart at the moment, but I can't say it. Grandpa smiled and said to me, "it's not cold, not at all." Don't you know your grandfather? "Your grandfather can be strong, hehe." Grandpa broke free from my hand and squatted in the pot with a smile and carefully selected. Grandpa picked out some better ones and brought them to me on a plate. He asked me to sit on the stool, but he squatted down to peel the egg shell for me and handed the peeled egg to me.
I looked at the eggs in my hand, and thousands of thoughts flooded into my mind: since childhood, grandpa sent me to school every morning, made me breakfast every day, let me eat tea eggs every day, and sent me to school every day. Warm tea eggs are grandpa's signature! At this time, thousands of warm currents poured into my heart. There is a warmth hidden in those tea eggs, which will never be forgotten!
There is a cup of jasmine tea on the wooden table, and you can smell the faint fragrance from a distance.
"This retrogression is so big, I don't believe you will be more stupid than those who are among the best. I don't know how to reflect, but I still play here, and I have no motivation at all. See what you will do in the future. " As far as I can remember, this is the first time that my father lost his temper with me for my grades. I remember that he was proud of me no matter how I did in the exam, but did I really let him down this time? Looking up, I saw the back of him turning away, and the sentence he left: It's up to you. If I see your grades next time, you can't expect to have extra time to play.
Strangely, I used to cry, but I didn't cry when I heard my father's harsh words. I asked myself in my heart that I couldn't explain it. Perhaps, tears have already flowed out after the test; Maybe, I don't know what to cry about. Just a person, quietly looking at a book in his hand.
A weekend that should have been happy was spent in this endless boredom. I caught a glimpse of the tea on the table when I was lying in bed dragging my tired body immersed in the sea of books. I'm not in the mood to make tea. My mother is not at home. That's my father's masterpiece. However, there seems to be something else under the crystal of the glass. Everyone said curiosity kills the cat, but I walked over.
I moved the cup. It turned out to be an ordinary note, but the contents on it were unusual: Daughter, this time it's dad's fault. Forget that you have your own way of thinking, and criticize you if you don't figure it out. I hope you can be more careful next time. I hope you can be more careful next time. Your power is more than that. Come on! Dad believes you.
There were ripples in my eyes, and a tear slipped, but the smile on my mouth gradually faded. Father is a person who is not good at expressing his feelings and will not say such things as "love you". But he will always pay silently in the corner and love me silently. That love is deep and dignified.
Night, deep, the sky is full of sparkling stars, like a milky way paved with finely divided quicksand lying in the blue sky, and there is a faint fragrance of tea.
Tea 10 tea is China people's favorite drink. When relatives and friends visit; When talking with friends; When the food is full; Even during busy working hours, there will always be a cup of sweet things in front of you, that is tea.
Tea tastes very delicious. It smells refreshing, and the entrance is really bitter, but it has a hint of sweetness. Different kinds of tea have different tastes and different appearances. Red tea leaves are slender and black, with astringent taste, but not bitter. Biluochun's leaves are green, curled up together, and naturally dispersed when making tea, which has a taste of spring and a refreshing fragrance. Green tea looks comfortable, but it tastes astringent and bitter, but it has endless aftertaste.
Tea is not only a healthy drink, but also contains many philosophies of life. There is an idiom called "a period of time", which was realized in the tea ceremony. Japanese general Naoki explained the significance of the first stage and the first encounter: "The first stage and the first encounter remind people to cherish everyone's instant opportunity and make all efforts for the possible encounter in life. If they ignore everything in front of them because of carelessness, it will be more profound than passing by. " When making tea, try your best to make a cup of tea for everyone in front of you, and don't feel bored at all, because this may be the only possible opportunity in your life. Perhaps, the person sitting here next time will not be the person before, nor will he drink the same cup of tea, and he will get a different feeling. Making tea is like this, isn't it the same as doing things? No matter what you do, you should do it wholeheartedly. If you give up this opportunity, you will never get experience and knowledge again.
When drinking tea, you must calm down. If you are too impetuous and impatient, you won't get that intoxicating fragrance. The same is true of doing things. You should calm down and treat everything calmly. The taste of tea also gives us a lot of truth. The entrance is bitter, which shows that this is the suffering and frustration that we must experience in life. As long as you calm down and savor it carefully, you will get an unforgettable fragrance, which is the fruit of victory after suffering.
This is tea, ordinary tea, extraordinary artistic conception: extraordinary in ordinary, passion in elegance, which makes you awake, sober and calm.
Tea tastes life.
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