Tea picker

Tea picking is seasonal labor, which started around Tomb-Sweeping Day. Tea after long summer is called summer tea, and tea before Grain Rain is called spring tea. The quality of tea picked before is the best, and the picking period is only half a month. The picking period of excellent tea is only about a week before Tomb-Sweeping Day, so this time of year is the busiest time for tea farmers. They are regardless of day and night, regardless of today and tomorrow, regardless of gender. Tea pickers always bring morning dew. I don't know how to brew a cup of honey, but most bees have to fly among flowers; I know that this small catty of tea has 36 thousand buds. That is to say, one hand has to pick 36 thousand times on the branches to make a catty of dry tea. What kind of hand is this? Go to the tea garden and Chashan.

There are not only tea pickers, but also tea pickers, tea pickers' grandfathers, tea pickers' grandmothers and tea pickers. You see:

These hands are big and thick, with cocoons, rough fingers and a little clumsy. They pinched a bud, even as hard as a plow handle, and stared at the tip of the bud with Zhang Fei's needle-piercing posture, a pair of powerful father's hands. There is a trace of fatigue and travel-stained appearance on his face, which may be from afar.

This is a pair of experts, but also a pair of skillful hands, dancing among the branches and leaves, sometimes solo, sometimes ensemble, eyes dancing in the garden, fingers floating on the branches, a leaf bud flying into the cake, in an instant, the green in the tea cake is full, only mothers or aunts have such skillful hands.

The annual rings are not only written on grandma's forehead, but also engraved on grandma's hand. It is a bit slow to move manually, and you have to remind me to nag several times to pick a leaf.

Grandpa's hand is the hand of the conductor. With a wave of his hand, the history of this tea garden was carefully savored and slowly said.

The children chased the yellow disc and flew into the cauliflower, nowhere to be found. Let's catch butterflies with our childhood hands and stop making trouble.

Yinshan, drunk green; The peak is high and the water is long, and the tea is fragrant in one season.

There is no joy of tea things's music, only the busyness of life, big and small hands, hands through the ages, no poems, no paintings. These hands can't write poems, play the piano, and knock on the keyboard, but they can dance iron, wield sickles, hold the wind and frost of years, and warm a pot of old wine of life. It can put down the broom, raise the smoke and present a delicious day. These tea-picking hands are picking the most beautiful spring in their hearts and writing down the most beautiful thoughts in their hearts. The wind can't stop, and neither can the rain. How many kilograms of tea can you produce a year and how many times can you pick it by hand? Who knows?

When you brew a cup of fragrant tea and swallow it slowly, it is elegant and leisurely. Not only the color and fragrance of tea, but also the persistence and desire of tea pickers are soaked in the cup. Do you remember these tea pickers who said thank you gently?