Excellent tea-picking composition

In study, work and even life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following is an excellent composition for everyone to choose tea. Welcome to read the collection.

Excellent composition on tea picking 1 took me to Anji at the weekend. This time is just the season of tea picking, so he took me to pick tea.

After a while, the car drove to the foot of Chashan. Looking around, the mountains are covered with green. On the mountainside, beautiful tea fields are one after another, and tea pickers shuttle between them, singing tea-picking folk songs. The simple and natural voice came into my ears and made me deeply intoxicated. At the foot of the mountain, there is an endless sea, golden and yellow, which makes people want to pick one.

Under the guidance of my grandfather, I went up the mountain. Suddenly, a smell of tea came to my nose. It has no pungent smell deliberately brought out by people, but it is elegant and fresh. Start picking tea! Picking tea is not difficult, it can be said that it is very simple, but I have the heart to pick these leaves stained with dew. Finally, I acted. I reached out my hand, looked at the place and gave it a gentle squeeze. The crisp and watery bud is in my palm, as if it still smells of earth! Picking tea, carefully carrying auspicious, light green tea with a little dark green, like a fairy in a green evening dress, dancing a beautiful waltz on the dance floor of a tea farm; Look again, like a lovely little girl. Tender leaves can really be compared with little girls' skin! Chew in your mouth, and a bitter but rich taste will penetrate your heart immediately! I picked a bag full of tea all afternoon!

In the evening, help me fry and box the tea leaves picked during the day, and a box of Anji white tea will be ready. In order to reward me, grandpa also made a big table of good dishes!

On this day, I really became a tea picker. "Picking, picking, picking, the beautiful tea garden is calling me." Every time I hear this song, I will think of the experience of picking tea.

During the May Day holiday, my parents and I went to Pingshui grandma's house to pick tea.

When we arrived at grandma's house, we stopped for a while, and grandma took us to the tea garden contracted by her family. If you say tea garden, it is better to say tea mountain. Wow! Tea trees are green all over the mountain; The mountain breeze, with the fragrance of tea trees, came face to face, giving people a refreshing feeling.

Mom gave us a job. I choose the one behind my grandmother's house because it is the smallest; Dad picked a piece next to grandma's house because it was bigger; Needless to say, my mother grew up picking tea girls, of course, the biggest one.

After the division of labor, we are all busy.

Picking tea for the first time, I really don't know how to start. According to the method my mother taught me, I just picked it by hand. I really scratched my eyebrows and beard. After checking, my grandmother found that I picked not only tender tea leaves, but also tender tea seeds, and all the old tea leaves were put in my pockets. Grandma showed me how to pick tea by hand.

Grandma taught me how to pick buds: first look at the buds of tea trees, then grab the buds with your thumb and forefinger and pick them in turn, and then put the picked buds in the pocket hanging in front of me. I started slowly, my hands were out of control, and I was very uncoordinated. My eyes are a little overwhelmed, too. I see this branch, but I don't see that one. What should be picked is not picked, and what should not be picked is picked. The tea collected is also very small.

It's almost noon. It's hot, people are tired, and their hands are sour and thirsty. Grandma came to ask us to go back to the house for dinner. I looked at the withered tea in my pocket and thought, this is the result of my first tea picking.

Back in the house, I took the herbal tea that my grandmother made for us with new tea and drank a big cup. That green tea has a faint fragrance. Only then did I know that behind this fragrant tea, there are many tea farmers' hard work.

Dawn, dawn. My eagerness prompted me to sit up in bed and enjoy the scenery outside the window. 8: 40-5: 50 high-quality sleep time makes me feel very comfortable.

In the morning, it's sunny outside, which makes everyone clear. Every shadow is like a good friend walking with classmates. The activity in the morning is tea picking, but this project is not so attractive, because there is a meijiawu rich in Longjing tea in the suburb of Hangzhou, a metropolis near the West Lake, so tea picking is not very new to us.

Step by step, after a long climb, we finally reached the top of the mountain. After listening carefully to the teacher's description, we excitedly forgot our fatigue and walked to a tea factory. We carefully selected a centimeter or so. We thought it was good, but it never occurred to us to choose four. But when I picked the fifth root, I kept thinking about the descriptions of teachers and classmates, and finally picked the right one, and my interest suddenly rose. After the activity, our grades were not bad, and we came fourth. It is really hard work that pays off.

In the afternoon, because the weather was too hot, the teacher led us to the classroom and gave us a colorful common sense lesson in field life. After class, I learned a lot, including many things that I don't know anything about. I understood as soon as the teacher started class. For example, what if the water is cut off? What should I do if I am bitten by a poisonous snake? Wait.

Today, we have once again enriched our knowledge and broadened our horizons. We really want to thank the agricultural base for giving us this opportunity and gaining knowledge.

On the weekend of April, my father took me to Anji. This time is just the season of tea picking, and grandpa took me to pick tea. After a while, the car drove to the foot of Chashan. Looking around, there are green bamboos all over the mountain. On the mountainside, beautiful tea fields are one after another, and tea pickers shuttle between them, singing tea-picking folk songs. The simple and natural voice came into my ears and made me deeply intoxicated. At the foot of the mountain is an endless sea of rape flowers, golden and yellow, which makes people want to pick one.

Under the guidance of my grandfather, I went up the mountain. Suddenly, a smell of tea came to my nose. It has no pungent smell deliberately brought out by people, but it is elegant and fresh. Start picking tea! Picking tea is not difficult, it can be said that it is very simple, but I have the heart to pick these leaves stained with dew. Finally, I acted. I reached out my hand, looked at the place and gave it a gentle squeeze. The crisp and watery bud is in my palm, as if it still smells of earth! Picking tea, carefully carrying auspicious, light green tea with a little dark green, like a fairy in a green evening dress, dancing a beautiful waltz on the dance floor of a tea farm; Look again, like a lovely little girl. Tender leaves can really be compared with little girls' skin! Chew in your mouth, and a bitter but rich taste will penetrate your heart immediately! I picked a bag full of tea all afternoon!

In the evening, grandma helped me fry the tea collected during the day and put it in a box, and a box of Anji white tea was ready. In order to reward me, my grandparents also made a big table of good dishes!

On this day, I really became a tea picker. "Picking, picking, picking, the beautiful tea garden is calling me." Every time I hear this song, I will think of the experience of picking tea.

Excellent composition 5 of tea picking "It rains one after another in Qingming Festival", and it is another year when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes. After a few days of rain, the air is particularly fresh and makes people feel happy. Undoubtedly, this is also the best choice for an outing.

Coming to the international slow city is like being in nature. Every time you drive a section of the road, different scenery will jump into your eyes, and the beautiful scenery will come one after another. On the left is the rape field, and on the right is the peach blossom forest. They are like naughty children, and they always make you feel at a loss. After watching it for a long time, I am tired, and a large piece of green comes into your eyes. There is a feeling of "another village with a bright future", which makes people feel comfortable and full of energy. What a vast terrace!

This landscape painting in front of me stopped me. In the endless terraces, tea pickers wrapped in bright headscarves are particularly eye-catching. We got off the bus and couldn't wait to walk into the painting, talk to the tea farmers and work.

Tea before and after the Qing Dynasty was excellent. Especially after a heavy rain, the buds are sprouting and the leaves are cleaner and more beautiful. Picking tea seems simple, but it is actually mysterious, but it is an experience. Seeing the agility of the tea farmers, they never stopped and chose carefully. They took the root of new tea, pinched it, and then picked a complete "two leaves and one shot". I am so jealous that I want to get up. I chose qualified and completely. I passed the examination and approval of "tea expert", but it was too slow. So I have been picking and picking, and the harvest is there. Holding out a handful of tea leaves, a faint fragrance is refreshing.

Take it home and start frying tea. Keep the fire low, stir-fry slowly, keep turning, and dry the water. At this time, the kitchen has been filled with tea!

Soak a cup and take a sip, a fresh air diffuses in the mouth, and a kind of joy and pride of labor arises spontaneously! The first time I made tea, I gained a lot!

A cup of steaming, mellow tea-green, clear, fragrant and pure nectar. Smell it and feel refreshed; Take a sip. It's refreshing. But who thought of the hardships of tea pickers?

During the Qingming holiday, the homework assigned by the teacher actually made us have to pick tea. The students all exchanged surprised eyes, but the teacher smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't forget!" " I went home and asked my mother, and she only said to accompany me to pick it.

My mother and I came to the tea garden. Wow! How beautiful! Tea trees are neatly arranged in columns, just like army soldiers waiting for battle. They wore green uniforms and waited for the boss to give orders. It's more like laying a green carpet on the earth and making it look brand-new.

I am so willing to be a tea-picking girl and work in such a beautiful environment. I can't wait to pick the green elf off with my brisk fingers and put it in the basket. Soon I picked a small basket. The sun rises higher and higher, and the temperature is getting higher and higher. But my efficiency in picking tea is low, and the light has been replaced by the heavy one. I tried to raise my heavy hand and continue to pick tea at a faster speed, but I was unable to do it. I hummed tea-picking dance music to mobilize myself.

I am sweating like a pig. I really want to eat some popsicles! But seeing other farmers sweating without complaining, I had to mechanically repeat every move, hoping that it would rain soon.

The sun is slowly setting in the west, and I dragged my tired body to the tea processing factory, where there was already a sea of people. They are all farmers with dark skin and simple clothes. They took the money with unwashed dark hands, and their faces showed bright smiles.

I finally understand the meaning of the teacher's smile. Teachers are for us little emperors to experience the hardships of labor through personal experience, so as to be educated by loving labor and cherishing the fruits of labor.

Today is Sunday, Tomb-Sweeping Day. My family went to my grandparents' house to play together.

I just arrived at my grandma's house and was about to say hello to my grandparents. But they put their arms around me and made me cry. At this time, grandparents quickly loosened their rough hands.

"Grandpa, we came back this time mainly to climb mountains." I gasped and said in a hurry.

Grandpa said, "Why don't we go to the mountains to pick tea after lunch?" What did you say?/Sorry? "

"good! Ok! " I agreed with great interest.

After lunch, my grandparents led our family of three up the mountain to pick tea. I'm both happy and scared. I'm glad I'm going up the mountain to pick tea. I don't know what tea looks like yet. What scares me is that there are many snakes on the mountain. I am most afraid of snakes. The thought of snakes gives me the creeps.

Finally, after many obstacles, we came to a green tea garden. The tea leaves in the tea garden are arranged in rows, and the green buds are spit out one by one. This is a green ocean! After grandpa told us how to pick tea, we started.

We also held two groups of tea picking competitions to see who picked more. My father and I are a group, and my grandparents and mothers are a group. The game is very fierce, and both sides want to win the championship. We scrambled to pick tea, talking and laughing, and from time to time several butterflies danced around us. There are also some birds twittering and flapping their wings in the treetops, as if cheering for us! But in the end, my father and I won the championship. My father and I jumped up and cheered excitedly. Dad seems to have returned to the good times of childhood.

The day's tea-picking trip is finally over, and we are completely immersed in the joy of tea-picking. I got cups of refreshing green tea with hard-working hands. I'm so happy!

Tomb-Sweeping Day holiday, my father and I came to Liyang for an outing. I was very excited all the way. I looked around and saw the scene of spring. However, after driving a distance, the novelty is completely gone, and what I get is a dizzy and very boring feeling! Finally, the car stopped at the gate of the tea garden. I felt much better when I got off the bus. I don't feel dizzy or bored. We entered the tea garden, walked about 100 meters, and the tea tree slope arrived.

Dad knew that I wanted to pick tea myself when I was curious, so he let his comrades see if I could pick tea for fun. After a while, my father's comrades-in-arms brought me a basket, and then we walked to Tea Tree Slope together. As a young lady, I don't often drink tea, let alone recognize and pick tea, so I specially invited a tea farmer to teach me how to pick tea. The tea farmer said, "You need a tea tip and two pieces of tea to pick." Taking my word, I took a sample and showed it to the tea farmers. The tea farmer said, "Yes, that's it." So I picked tea in high spirits. But I gradually found that picking tea is not an easy task. I bent down to pick it up for a long time, and I picked up a little without even covering the bottom of the basket. Looking at this progress, I can't help losing my temper. When my father saw it, he said to me, "It is patience to pick tea in one place. After picking tea in this place, you can change places. " I listened, pulled the visor behind my head and settled down to pick tea in the sun. My hand picked two pieces of tea and a piece of tea tip, and I became more and more skilled, and there were more and more tea in the basket. Looking at my own tea leaves, I have an indescribable sweetness in my heart.

This tea picking made me understand: you must do things wholeheartedly, don't be impatient, and don't be lazy to steal some time, so that you can do it well!

The girl in spring came to Chashan with gentle steps. The tea tree took off its dark green cotton-padded jacket and put on a new light green dress.

As usual, my mother took me up the mountain to pick tea. Climbing up Chashan, a faint fragrance floated into my nose. On the endless tea mountain, tea trees are crowded like grass. The top of the flat tea tree is covered with green leaves. Most of the leaves are oval, about the size of mulberry leaves, and some leaves are very thick and green, as if they were about to bloom. There are many people picking tea on the mountain, men and women, old and young, just like holding a tea-picking competition.

My mother and I also started to compete, and I lined up with her. My mother drew the bow from left to right, and her movements were skilled, as if she had small eyes on her hands, and she chose one very accurately. As for me, I picked the buds while looking for them and put them in the bag one by one, carefully for fear of damaging the tender leaves surrounded by flowers and emitting a faint fragrance. Mother said: "Tea trees will bloom like many plants, and then grow two tender leaves with tea stones in the middle, indicating that it is time to pick tea."

An hour later, my small bag was filled with half a bag of tea. At this time, menstruation also invited us to have dinner together. My mother and I want to eat more. As we walk back, we pick a few pieces from time to time. ...