Essay on Tea Picking 1

This is the first time to participate in outdoor activities for young journalists in Xuancheng. It was a really nice day, with neither rain nor sun, the sky was overcast, and the wind felt very comfortable on my face.

Wow, the tea garden is so beautiful! The tea trees are connected in an arch shape to form a cluster. The tea gardens follow the terrain on the rolling hillsides, like undulating waves on a green ocean.

It is said that this is a tea field that has not been pruned or sprayed with pesticides, so we can safely pick it. This is my first time picking tea leaves! The tea leaves are very tender, and they fall to the palm of your hand with just a little effort. The tea leaves are soft and soft and comfortable to hold in your hands. I don't know who said: "Smell it quickly, it smells so good!" I also grabbed a handful and put it to the tip of my nose. Well, there was indeed a fragrance of tea. No wonder so many people like to drink tea! An old tea farmer told me: "The best tea leaves are one bud and one leaf. Here! Like me." So I searched for such tea leaves in the vast sea of ??tea. Although there are not many such tea leaves, there are still countless such tea leaves in this large tea garden.

We came to a tea-making workshop and visited the process of making tea by machine. I was learning and selling now. When I got home, my mother and I started our handmade tea-making process by following the online production steps. How impressive, the green tea leaves first became greener and softer in the hot pot, then darkened and shrank, and finally we hurriedly kneaded them into strips. The tea is ready, although there is only a small handful after it is made, but after all, it was picked and made by ourselves! We couldn't wait to boil water and make tea. It's exactly what my mother said. Take a sip, and the fragrance is slightly bitter, and then a little sweet. It's really delicious.

Really good! I'm waiting for my grandparents and dad to come back and taste it. Tea Picking Composition 2

When my father was drinking tea, I smelled the strong aroma of tea, so I ran over and asked: "Dad, where do tea leaves come from?" Dad replied: "Tea leaves are from It's picked from the tea tree, and it's hard-won." I asked again: "Isn't tea easy to pick? How can it be so hard-won?" Dad smiled and said nothing, just letting me experience it for myself.

My father sent me to the place where tea leaves were picked. The tea leaves on the terraces covered the entire mountain. My father told me: "You only need to pick half the basket." I thought to myself: half the basket, it's a piece of cake. I saw, among the green bushes, several tea farmers wearing straw hats, scarves around their necks, and bamboo baskets tied around their waists, with their hands dancing up and down. I followed their example and started picking tea leaves, but I didn't know which tea leaves I should pick. No matter, pick it first and then talk about it. I just reached out to pick it, but accidentally cut my hand. The scorching sun was constantly beating down on me, and my neck and back felt sticky and uncomfortable. After a while, I felt like there was a bug in my arm. It was very itchy... When I dragged my exhausted body down the bamboo basket to check the fruits of today's labor, I was shocked: the tea leaves I picked were all in pieces. The bottom of a bamboo basket is not even covered, and some tea leaves are still mixed with debris, and some are incomplete. It seems that most of the tea leaves I picked are substandard products. At this time, my father saw me and said with a smile: "It's difficult to pick tea leaves. First, you have to find the right tea leaves, and then carefully pick the tea leaves and put them into the basket. Sometimes you have to endure the scorching sun. This is not enough, but also You need a certain amount of patience.”

After listening to my father’s words, I deeply realized the hardship and hard-earnedness of picking tea leaves. I also realized that some things in life may seem simple, but they actually require you. Do it diligently and persistently. Tea Picking Composition 3

The annual May Day Labor Day is here. My mother and I discussed how to have a meaningful holiday that truly reflects the value of labor. Finally we decided to go to my grandma’s house to pick tea leaves.

My grandma’s home is in Xiayadazhou. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, fresh air, and is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. When I come here, I feel like I have arrived in a paradise. This is a place rich in mountain tea in Jiande. My grandmother’s family grows a lot of tea, including precious white tea.

In the early morning, each of us took a basket, stepped on the dew and faced the rising sun, and set off towards the Tea Mountain. When we came to the tea mountain, we looked up and saw that the mountain was covered with green tea trees, and the faint fragrance of tea rushed towards us. The fresh tea leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and I couldn't wait to reach out and pick them. My mother quickly said: "Don't panic. When picking tea leaves, be sure to pick the top part, which is the best. That is, only pick one leaf and one stamen. Such tea will not only look beautiful, but also have a bright yellow color and a fragrant taste." After listening to my mother's words, I recognized Pick it up carefully. At first I carefully picked them piece by piece, but after a long time there was still only a little bit in the basket. I thought to myself: It’s not easy to pick up a pound. I got a little anxious and sped up the movements of my hands. Gradually there were more and more tea leaves in the basket. Only then did I feel that my hands were sore and the clothes on my back were soaked with sweat.

After collecting tea leaves for nearly three hours, my little basket was finally full. Mom said that there are many processes required to turn fresh tea leaves into dry tea leaves.

Looking at the fruits of my labor, I finally deeply understood the hard work of tea farmers.

So I must develop a good habit of frugality in the future. Tea Picking Composition 4

During the Qingming Festival, my brother and I went to the tea mountains in the countryside to pick tea.

Facing the warm spring breeze, this wind is much more comfortable than the wind blown by an electric fan. Along this road, there are green grass and spring flowers blooming on both sides of the stream, like dots of patterns on silk, conveying the breath of spring. After a while, we arrived at the tea mountain.

The rustling of the dense woods on the tea mountain and the tinkling of the creek formed a joyful march. The rows of emerald green tea trees exude a refreshing fragrance of tea! I gently picked a tea leaf and told my brother that tea with two leaves and one bud is considered good. Then, we started mining among the tea bushes. We picked one flower after another. Although we were exhausted and sweating profusely, we were still happy. Suddenly, I heard my younger brother shouting excitedly: "Brother, come and see the camellia!" I couldn't wait to go over and take a look. It turned out to be a small and exquisite camellia. Although this flower is not as fragrant as osmanthus and not as gorgeous as roses, it has own charm.

I stopped picking tea leaves, straightened up and looked up, and saw the tea farmers wearing straw hats with big bamboo baskets hanging on their chests, concentrating on picking tea. I walked over and saw that half the basket had been picked. The tea farmer keeps picking tea leaves alternately with his hands, which looks very rhythmic, as if he is playing the piano. Several bird calls came from the woods, which were melodious and melodious. Together with the colorful butterflies flying in the air, they formed a unique and interesting scenery.

After the spring rain, the tea leaves are even more green. This rural scenery is deeply imprinted in my mind. Picking tea is hard work but also fun! Tea Picking Composition 5

It’s dawn, it’s dawn. My eagerness prompted me to sit up from the bed and admire the scenery outside the window. The high-quality sleep time from 8:40 to 5:50 makes me feel comfortable.

The morning sun is extremely bright, shining clearly on everyone, and every shadow accompanies the classmates like a good friend who follows them everywhere. The morning activity was to pick tea leaves, but the tea picking project was not that attractive because in the suburbs of Hangzhou, a metropolitan city located on the bank of the West Lake, there is Meijiawu, which is rich in Longjing tea, so tea picking was not new to us.

Walking step by step, the long mountain climbing road passed by second by second, we finally reached the top of the mountain. After listening to the teacher’s description carefully, we excitedly forgot about fatigue and walked to a tea plant, cautiously I picked out about one centimeter. I thought I picked it well, but I never expected that I picked four wrong ones. But when I was mining the fifth root, I kept thinking about the descriptions of my teachers and classmates, and finally picked the right one, and my interest suddenly rose. At the end of the event, our results were pretty good and we were ranked fourth. All the hard work paid off.

In the afternoon, because the weather was too hot, the teacher took us to the classroom and gave us a colorful knowledge class about outdoor life.

After taking the class, I learned a lot, and there were many things I didn’t know about, but the teacher gave me a lesson and I understood them clearly. For example: What should I do if the water supply is cut off? , what to do if bitten by a poisonous snake, etc.

Today, I have once again enriched my knowledge and broadened my horizons. I really want to thank the Xuenong Base for giving us this opportunity and gaining knowledge. Tea Picking Composition 6

October in the golden autumn is the harvest season. We came to our hometown of Ningbo to visit relatives for vacation. My uncle told me that Ningbo has many mountains and the scenery is very beautiful. I asked: "Can you take me to mountain climbing?" He thought for a while and said: "No problem." We set out early this morning. My uncle drove us to the foot of the mountain in a white car. The air there is so fresh and clean. I looked up and saw that the mountain was so majestic that I couldn't see the top. We got out of the car, and my brother and I jumped up and ran towards the mountain. There are dense mountain forests and gurgling streams along the way.

We climbed to the top of the mountain in one breath, so tired that we were panting. I sat down and looked up into the distance. The sunshine here is so bright and gentle; the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white and so mysterious; here, I seem to feel the real crisp autumn air for the first time in my life! I was intoxicated alone there, and my uncle shouted from the side: "Don't be lazy, let's go pick tea leaves!" He also gave everyone a plastic bag. We came to a green tea tree, and my uncle told us that light green tea leaves are the best and tenderest. So we started picking tea leaves. After picking and picking, I started to get impatient. It turns out that picking tea leaves is such a boring and troublesome task. After about an hour, we picked half a bag of tea leaves in one day. But our stomachs started to sing about the empty city strategy, so we headed back home. When we got home, we rinsed the tea leaves and dried them in a cool place.

After a while, I started to light a fire. We set up an iron pot and my aunt was responsible for stir-frying. After a while, it was done. I couldn’t wait to pick up a handful of tea leaves and put it into the cup. Gently pour into the hot mountain spring, a fragrance comes to your nose, and the green tea leaves slowly spread out in the water, like shy girls dancing. I took a sip carefully, and a sweetness filled my heart. It smells so good! Today's tea, somehow, is more fragrant than the Longjing tea I usually buy! Tea-picking composition 7

Today, my father took my mother and I to my grandma’s house to pick tea leaves. I was very happy.

When I came to grandma’s house, my father said: “If I can pick a pound of tea leaves, give me one hundred yuan.” When I heard this, I thought: “What’s so difficult about picking tea leaves? If If you pick a pound, there will be a prize!" I agreed immediately.

When I came to the tea field, I saw the whole tea tree and tea leaves. I started picking tea leaves. I picked them desperately, hoping to get a pound. "What idiots are talking in their sleep. The tea leaves are so small and light, and the sun is so big. It's weird that they can pick a pound." Thinking of this, I started to back off. But thinking of the tempting "one hundred yuan", I didn't lose heart and continued picking. No pain, no gain!

After dinner, my mother weighed the tea leaves I picked, which were only four-tenths of a pound. I still don't lose heart, I know it's impossible, but I still try to do it. After eating, I continued to pick. From 12 noon to 5 o'clock in the evening, I picked for a full 5 hours. Finally, Huangtian paid off and allowed me to pick a whole pound of tea leaves. Dad also kept his promise and gave me one hundred yuan.

The harvest from picking tea leaves this time is really big! Not only did I get a hundred yuan, but I also exercised my perseverance. It was really two birds with one stone! Tea-picking composition 8

During the May Day holiday, my mother decided to take me up the mountain to pick tea leaves, so that I could experience the joy of labor.

On this day, I went up to the mountains with my mother to pick tea leaves in an excited mood. I skipped and walked on the country path. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant along the way, and there was beautiful scenery everywhere. You see, there are many unknown flowers here, red, green and colorful, blooming one after another. Some flowers still have cute little birds chirping, seeming to be chatting with the flowers.

They seem to be saying: "Spring is here, how beautiful the flowers are!" You are looking at the lush bamboo forest over there, and many fat and tender bamboo shoots sprout from the fertile land. I think the bamboo shoots must taste very delicious.

We soon arrived at the foot of the mountain, and my grandma’s tea garden was on the top of the mountain. I looked up at the mountain, ah! So high! Am I afraid of going up there? I kind of want to back out. But I still mustered up the courage to climb up. Ah, this mountain is so steep! It is much more difficult to climb than Huangshan Mountain. I suffered a lot along the way, stumbling around, stumbling, and crawling on my hands and feet. After a long time, I finally climbed to my tea garden.

As soon as I saw the tea garden. My depressed mood was relieved immediately. What caught my eye were patches of green tea trees, and the tender tea leaves shyly poked their little heads out among the big leaves. It was like inviting me to take it home. After my mother explained how to pick tea leaves, I quickly started picking them, because my mother said that the money from selling the tea leaves I picked today would be for my own use. While I was working hard, I suddenly saw a caterpillar lying on a tea leaf and eating the delicious tea leaves with relish. I suddenly screamed in fright. My mother heard the sound and rushed over, grabbed the big caterpillar and killed it. At this time, the sun was shining in every corner. I couldn't stand the strong sunshine. My mother took me home after seeing my uncomfortable look. When I got home, I quickly weighed the tea leaves on a scale. Haha, it actually weighed three kilograms. I was really awesome.

Today, I felt the hard work of picking tea leaves and the hardship of my grandmother. I also gained the joy of labor. Tea-picking composition 9

On Sunday, my mother and I went up the mountain to pick tea leaves.

At 7:30, we came to our tea garden to pick tea leaves. (From 7:30 to 11:30) When I got home, my mother and I weighed ourselves separately. I asked my mother to weigh me individually. It weighed 0.75 jins, and my mother weighed 1.25 jins. I said to my mother: "I will pick more than you in the afternoon!". "Okay! Let's compete to see who has more! Hum!" Mom said happily. (Because my mother knows that she must have picked more than me). At 12:30, we came to another place and started picking tea leaves. (From 12:30 to 17:00)

When I got home, I asked my mother to weigh me separately. It was 1.05 kilograms, and my mother actually weighed 1.5 kilograms. When I heard it, there were still not as many as my mother. However, I am still a little happy because I picked 1.8 pounds in one day. My mother picked 2.75 pounds in one day.

Later in the evening, the tea seller came. My mother and I each sold the tea we picked to the tea collector’s boss. When I was weighing, I was stupid: mine actually weighed 2.05 pounds, but my mother's weighed 2.25 pounds. What's going on? Did my mother tamper with the scale, or did she tamper with the tea in my bamboo house? I deliberately got close to the scale in the boss’s hand and took a closer look. It’s true! Indeed, mine is 2.05 pounds and my mother’s is 2.25 pounds.

I thought carefully about the whole process of picking tea leaves. I understand: It must have been my mother who, in order to reward me, caught me the tea leaves in her bamboo house before selling them to the boss.

When I got home, I asked about it. Although my mother refused to admit it, I could already see from her joyful face that she did indeed do this.

Mom, thank you for your encouragement. From now on, no matter what I do, I will never pursue those things that are not my own; I will just try my best to do what I want to do and how much I can do.