Beautiful sentences praising tea picking

1, in the distance, there are clouds around Chashan, the fragrance of tea is intoxicating, the tea pickers are looming, and the people in Chashan sing like dreams.

2, Hsinchu carrying a flower basket to pick tea girls, pretty and beautiful. Laughter is sweet and pleasant for mountain birds, and singing is indulgence to break the fog veil. Red lip clouds greet the morning glow, and red cheeks and pleated clothes send the sunset glow. Sift the tender melon slices by hand, bend down and bake them into fine yellow buds.

April on earth is the time to pick tea, and it is the time to pick tea. If it is too early, it will be incomplete, and if it is late, it will be scattered. At the moment, I have made an appointment with a tea-picking girl, riding a bike very leisurely. All the way, green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, spring scenery, ushered in the tea garden in bursts of laughter.

The night is getting deeper and deeper. After a hard day's work, the tea-picking girl entered a sweet dream with a peaceful smile. Only the thick tea fragrance lingers in the silent night sky for a long time, just like the sweet dream of tea pickers.

Look carefully, it's a group of old women in their fifties and sixties. The wet bamboo hat suppressed the vicissitudes of life. A full face of years of gully crowded eyes, low eyebrows staring at the busy hands. My figure is bloated and clumsy. If I am not elegant and dexterous, how can I be interested in wearing red and green?

6. A piece of tea in the hand of the tea-picking woman fell obliquely to the east window, and her elegant demeanor overflowed in the blue waves, extending behind a basket of spring with her light singing skills. At this time, Chunming is closer to the fog of Baihuling than a tea, but far away from the rolling tea forest in the green wave, and the singing in the mouth is ethereal with the clouds.

7. The plucked tea forest turned into a strong wind, and the falling skirt left a mirror and tea fragrance in the singing of tea picking, just like rolling dust covered Chun Lv with a brocade coat, taking her shoulder and neck as the morning glow, and the fallen leaves at dusk fell in love with the birds, so the quiet tea forest drifted away from her thin green hair hairpin, and the graceful beauty must be her.

8. For every student, picking tea is both fresh and interesting. Those tea leaves have long, sharp buds. I found a row of tea leaves, where the tea leaves are tender and abundant. We picked tea with great interest, as if we were worried that others would take my tea away.

9. Hsinchu is carrying a flower basket to pick tea girls, and the shadows are beautiful. Laughter is sweet and pleasant for mountain birds, and singing is indulgence to break the fog veil. Red lip clouds greet the morning glow, and red cheeks and pleated clothes send the sunset glow. Sift the tender melon slices by hand, bend down and bake them into fine yellow buds.

10, looking at the clouds around Chashan, the tea smells charming, the tea pickers are looming, and the Chashan people are singing and dreaming.